Fantasy: I can transform into a mythical character

“Master, he seems to have changed differently than before.”

Linglong said in a low voice, with her strength, she naturally couldn’t see the difference between Mo Yu before and after, but her perception was keen, and she faintly felt that some deep change had occurred in the other party.

Tianjizi replied in a low voice: “Don’t talk nonsense, you must maintain respect for Senior Yang, Qingyuan Miaodao True Monarch, this name contains endless mysterious meanings, I think it is the name of the elder’s god.”

You see that his forehead opened the third eye, which was not there before, thinking that the true king sealed part of his power in order to walk in the world, and now he has to let go in order to protect us, and the true king’s heart is really ashamed of the old way.

It’s just that I don’t know if this is the full power of the true monarch, but it’s a pity that since the fall of the Desolate Ancient Divine Court 200,000 years ago, there are no gods walking in the world, and now the avenue is collapsed, and evil demons are rampant.

Perhaps the true monarch is an ancient god who has recovered from the divine court, walking the world, sweeping away the demon atmosphere while regaining his power. ”

The more he spoke, the more he felt the combined force, gasped, and suddenly realized: “No wonder, I said why there are mythical people who killed the thirty-six hall masters of Senluo Hall, it must be because the divine court revived and heard the notoriety of Senluo Hall, and this is targeted.”

Zhenjun deliberately attracted the people of Senluo Hall this time, and everything was already in his plan. ”

He shook his head and sighed, as if he had seen the truth of everything.

Linglong had a dull expression on the side, opened her mouth to say something, but didn’t know where to pick it up, so she could only close it again.

In the sky, a figure fell beside Jiao Cangsheng from a higher place, his face was grim, and he looked a few years older than Zhuo Cangsheng.

The twelve hall masters of Senluo Hall, the Great Perfection of the Cave Heaven Realm.

“Qingyuan Miaodao Zhenjun, this is your code name in mythology?” The Lord of the Twelve Halls spoke coldly.

The Killing Cangsheng on the side took the opportunity to release a violent demonic qi out of his body, and his body quickly shrunk.

He couldn’t hold on anymore.

Mo Yu’s eyes moved slightly, and the corners of his mouth curled up: “I know that you want to talk to help Cang Sheng delay time, but Ben Zhenjun doesn’t care, as for your question, you can also think so.” ”

“Stalling for time?” The Lord of the Twelve Halls sneered: “Whatever you think, but this seat has been secretly observing for a long time, and he already knows your strength well, but you are only in the middle of Bozhong, and you only rely on a treasure to gain the upper hand.”

There are also merits in magical powers, and there is nothing special in other than that, and it is enough to deal with you alone. ”

Mo Yu shrugged: “Your Senluo Hall is really in the same vein, this kind of self-confidence is good, I hope you keep it up.” ”

When the two had a short conversation, Cang Sheng had already dissipated the demonic energy in his body through the formation, returning to his normal appearance, and his face was a little pale.

The hundred Senluo Hall disciples withered and quickly dispersed.

Zhu Cangsheng said in a low voice, “Twelve Hall Master, why are you here?” ”

He was the eldest disciple of the Lord of the Seven Halls, and he was not familiar with the Lord of the Twelve Halls, nor was he in the same vein, so he had doubts about his sudden appearance.

The Lord of the Twelve Halls snorted lightly: “It was the arrangement of the Lord of the Second Hall, he initially investigated the organization of mythology, and found that he had never heard of it before, and the origin was mysterious, so he sent me to follow me secretly just in case.”

It is also the second hall master who is cautious, otherwise you will now be reduced to a corpse. ”

Jiao Cangsheng’s face turned blue for a while, obviously angry, but it was not good.

He secretly said, “When Master Venerable is out of the gate and is calculating with him, let’s join forces with him to kill Yang Jian first.” ”

He will restrain his anger and look down again, only to see Mo Yu looking at the two with a smile, and the pupils of his eyebrows have glowed with a strange light, and his reflection is clearly visible in the third eye on his forehead.

“Reflection?”

Cang Sheng was stunned, he was obviously standing with the Lord of the Twelve Halls, how could there be only his reflection?

At the same time that he was puzzled, the surrounding space suddenly condensed, and for a moment he seemed to be able to hear his own heartbeat, and the whole person seemed to be stripped away by this world.

In the next moment, he saw a divine light shoot out from the third eye of the other party’s eyebrows, and his pupils shrank, and he didn’t even know how to describe this divine light.

Rush up to the bull fight, and the lower light to the nine ghosts.

For some reason, this phrase came to his mind.

Then, the light penetrated his body, and with a muffled snort, he vomited blood in his mouth, like a broken kite falling.

Everything happened too fast and too weird, and even the twelve hall masters who were close at hand did not react.

But he reacted extremely quickly, his eyes suddenly froze, and he shouted angrily: “Thief, what have you done?” ”

Mo Yu smiled, took a deep breath invisibly, and only activated this time the Heavenly Eye Divine Power, and the spiritual energy in his body consumed one-third.

It consumes more than he has fought before until now.

But the power is just as terrifying, and the slaughter of the same strength as him is almost instantaneous.

He smiled and said, “You want to try it too?” ”

A trace of jealousy flashed in the eyes of the twelve hall masters, but he was not afraid, and with both hands, a pair of gloves as thin as cicada wings covered his hands.

Black light covers hands.

Immediately, his figure moved instantly, crossed the distance of space, and approached Mo Yu’s body, and punched out, and the space froze inch by inch.

The third eye of Mo Yu’s eyebrows reflected this punch, and the nine transformations of the Yuan Gong in his body were silently lucky, and the consumed spiritual energy was recovering rapidly.

The three-pointed and two-edged knife blocked diagonally in front of him.

The two exchanged hands in an instant, and an invisible ripple spread, and the earth that had shattered under the feet of the two suddenly sanded.

Mo Yu’s toes were light, and the figure rushed up in an instant, and at the same time with a wave of one hand, a sword shadow shot out, piercing the ground in front of Tianjizi and Linglong.

Slash the Demon Sword!

An invisible circle of sword intent spread, protecting the two.

After all, it is up to the two of them to raise the fit to full, and they can’t cross the river and tear down the bridge.

What’s more, it was useful for Mo Yu to keep them.

Seeing Mo Yu jumping up, the twelve hall masters also rushed up, clasped their hands together, and violently pushed out.

With a tiger roar, He saw that the pitch-black demon qi shot out, turning into a fierce tiger and roaring out, this fierce tiger came alive, like a living creature, rising in the wind, blinking like an ancient beast.

“Huh, you want to use this method to cover your figure and not be locked by my heavenly eye?” Mo Yu smiled secretly in his heart.

After unlocking the Heavenly Eye, all the uses of the Heavenly Eye came to his mind, as if he was born with it.

Among them, the most powerful is naturally the divine light he used just now, there is no name, Mo Yu is ready to make one himself, and he has not thought about it yet.

And this divine light is certainly powerful, the consumption is also large, and there is a certain recovery time after use, and it cannot be used continuously.

In addition, the Eye of Heaven has various other abilities, which can solve all mysteries, break changes, slow down the opponent’s movements, see the flaws in the opponent’s moves, and look at thousands of miles from afar.

It is no exaggeration to say that Yang Jian with the Eye of Heaven is the real Yang Jian.

The tiger roared in the wind, and the giant tiger formed by pitch-black demon qi rushed straight towards him, wanting to devour him.

Mo Yu planned to make a quick decision, and as soon as he raised his hand, he added a paper-thin dog, and threw it casually, and this piece of paper moved with the wind.

A wolf-like roar appeared, and I saw a white-haired fierce dog appear, shaking his body, and also turned into a hundred zhang size, fierce.

Howling Dog!