Fantasy: I can transform into a mythical character

One night without a word.

The dawn sun quietly falls on the earth.

Mo Yu had followed the Heavenly Dog and had traveled three thousand miles overnight.

There were still ravines and ravines all around, and there were traces of the collapse of the peaks, which were caused by the aftermath of his battle with the two hall masters of Senluo Hall last night.

But the further out, the smaller the aftermath.

Mo Yu didn’t care about this, this world is too big, thousands of miles in radius is not a size of the land, often thousands of miles of barren, no people.

The spirit of the dog is still vigorous, as if tireless.

His body also warmed with the rising sun, and the spiritual power consumed last night had also recovered, and his tiredness was swept away.

“Howling dog, how far is it?” Mo Yu walked and asked softly.

The dog turned around, and the dog barked twice.

Mo Yu nodded: “If you can run a hundred thousand miles away, let’s go.” ”

He kept walking, enjoying the scenery along the way.

“I don’t know what Tianjizi will do in the next few days.” He had nothing to do left and right, subconsciously radiating thoughts.

Letting Tianjizi preach the name of myth is one of his experiments.

He remembered that the system had a requirement for him to leave myths and legends in this world, and since it was a myth and legend, the more people who naturally knew, the better.

Just borrow the hand of the heavenly machine to try.

And the promotion of mythology has another benefit, his essence after transformation is a god, and as long as he is a god, he can absorb the power of faith.

If the honorific name is spread in this world, some believers may be able to reap a lot of incense power.

Although the Huaxia Divine Department does not attach much importance to these, the power of incense is still useful, whether it is used to refine magic weapons or to assist cultivation, it is an excellent thing.

This is also the reason why he let Tianjizi publicize his honorific name.

Because he had only opened two transformations, the people of this world could only point to him by chanting the honorific names of Nezha and Yang Jian.

If he really let Tianjizi publicize the name of Sanqing, he was afraid that he would not even be able to get a hair.

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Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

Tianjizi and Linglong walked along the official road and finally came to a tall city wall.

The city is extremely majestic, and the city of Inkstone instantly becomes a remote village.

The crowd is loud, and there are an unknown number of pedestrians entering and leaving.

Tianjizi looked at the city gate, and saw three big characters on it: “Yunyuan City”, and he showed a smile: “Finally arrived.” ”

This city is the first city at the southeast gateway and the prosperous opening place of the eighteen southeastern states.

Ruled by the Yunyuan faction, it is the largest city within a radius of 100,000 li, and it is also the place where countless people live.

Although the Yunyuan Sect is not one of the Ten Great Sects of the Right Way, it is not low in ranking, occupying the main resources within a radius of 100,000 li, as if it is the overlord of this place.

But the Dongxuan Continent is vast, even if it is a hundred thousand li radius, it is only a remote corner, and nothing else, just say that the place where they are located is Cangzhou, one of the seventy-two states under the world.

There are nearly 10 million li in circumference, and the vastness is boundless, but Cangzhou, among the seventy-two states in the entire continent, cannot be ranked in terms of area alone.

Many of the large northern states occupy ten times their land area.

Not to mention the Seventy-two States, the Great Wilderness, the North Sea, the vast mountains in the south, and many unexplored ruins.

The whole world is vast, beyond everyone’s imagination.

Even the major sects don’t know how big this world really is.

Tianjizi stopped in front of the gate for a while and observed for a while before leading Linglong into the city.

After entering the city, he found a corner, left a pattern in the hidden corner, and then sat and waited for others to come to the door.

And so, another three days passed.

In Yunyuan City, the prosperity is still there, and people from all over the world come to rest in the city every day, and there are also local people who seek livelihoods in the city.

No matter what the world, the lowest group of people is the largest.

The Dongxuan Continent is the world of cultivators, and the corresponding bottom is those ordinary people who cannot cultivate.

In the face of this huge world, they do not have the ability of many cultivators to fly into the sky, even if there is spiritual energy between heaven and earth, it is difficult to refine into the body because of the method, at most, they are physically strong.

Not to mention that cultivation all the way has extremely high requirements for talent, often picking one out of a hundred or even one in a thousand.

For example, the Yunyuan faction, which occupies a radius of 100,000 li, monopolizes almost all the resources here, and constantly selects talented people within 100,000 li to enter.

This is also the foundation of their sect.

But except for those lucky enough to get started, the vast majority of people are still just ordinary people, living either in the city or outside the city, busy every day, running for life.

In such a world with backward productive forces, the cultivators are high and do not pay attention to the sufferings of all sentient beings, and ordinary people naturally have a hard time.

And the little pastime left after the busy day is to have a drink or two with friends or find like-minded people to push two card nines.

Of course, some people choose more relaxed, such as ordering a cup of clear tea and going to the tea pot to listen to a commentary.

Ordinary people live a hard life, and they are naturally full of yearning for the strong people who come and go, so listening to the peerless strong people who Mr. Storyteller talks about are gladly fascinated.

Many people unconsciously substitute themselves when listening to stories.

On this day, at dusk, one of the largest tea houses in Yunyuan City was already full, and the most famous storyteller in the city had been on stage for three days, telling the story of a supreme powerhouse who killed demons and eliminated demons ten thousand years ago and sheltered the life.

Many people listened to it intoxicated, waiting here early, quite like the scene when many people chased dramas in Mo Yu’s previous life.

In a moment, an old man came up to the stage with a folding fan, sat on a wooden chair, and took a teacup to moisten his throat.

It wasn’t until someone below was impatient that he said, “Little Laoer thanks you for holding the scene, in order to express your gratitude, today I will bring you a new story.” ”

Someone below was immediately dissatisfied and said angrily: “What kind of guan do you old man sell, you just talked about the Heavenly Punishment Supreme killing the three demons of the world yesterday, but you led to the master behind the other party, Murong Supreme, today seeing that the Supreme War is about to break out, but you are talking about something else at this juncture?” ”

The storyteller stroked his beard and said with a smile: “The battle of the Supreme will be told in a few days, and I will listen to a new story today.” ”

There was a sudden disappointment below, but someone still asked: “Mr. Tang, since it’s a new story, I don’t know what it is?” ”

Mr. Storyteller’s surname is Tang, and when he meets some respectful elders, he will call Mr. Tang.

The old man smiled and said, “Today’s story is special, and it is also what Xiao Laoer just saw by flipping through the ancient mythological texts, called Yuan Shi Tianzun to open the heavens and earth.” ”