Fantasy: I can transform into a mythical character

Since passing Yang Jian’s story to Tianjizi that day, Mo Yu continued to hurry.

Under the guidance of the Howling Dog, all the way east.

This is the eighth day of his journey, he has traveled more than 80,000 miles, the scenery around him has changed several times, and even the road has disappeared under his feet.

The world is vast, but this vastness is not for ordinary people.

Even if they are a little strange and strong, in the face of heavy mountains and unknown environments, ordinary people are always powerless.

Walking on two legs is nothing more than wandering around the land of size for the rest of his life.

Only practitioners can go to heaven and earth and communicate with each other regardless of the limitations of distance.

This world also provides them with a stage.

You don’t need to be strong, you only need to reach the divine transformation realm where Zhou Xiao was before, and you can fly through all kinds of magical powers and travel thousands of miles every day.

The exterior is faster, and the wind can easily travel thousands of miles a day, and if you use treasures, you can travel thousands of miles or even tens of thousands of miles a day.

Like Mo Yu, if he was willing to go all out to hurry, the distance of 100,000 miles could be reached in a day.

It’s just that he is not anxious, he is leisurely to hurry, and even when he has leisure, he can open the road to the mountains and meet the water to build a bridge, which is quite self-satisfied.

Even so, he maintained a terrifying speed of thousands of miles every day.

“Ding, the name of myth has been spread, congratulations to the master for obtaining three thousand qi luck value.”

“Ding, the name of myth has been spread, congratulations to the master for obtaining a thousand luck value.”

“Ding, the name of myth has been spread, congratulations to the master for obtaining two thousand qi luck value.”

……

Mo Yu’s footsteps were slight, he was stop-and-go these days, and this sound of the system would sound in his ears from time to time.

It can be seen that Tianjizi is still working very hard.

He didn’t do anything, and in a few days, the value of qi luck added up to 12,000, and it had reached the figure of 700,000 and 2,000.

The only problem was that the occasional sounds annoyed him a bit.

“System, can you not prompt every time you get the Qi Luck Value?” He asked random questions in his mind as he walked.

“If the master does not want to hear it, he will not prompt the acquisition of qi luck in the future.”

Mo Yu silently chose to make the system quiet in his heart, and his steps were a little brisk while sighing with relief.

After walking for a while, sure enough, there was no prompt to sound, Mo Yu opened the character panel, but found that the qi luck value increased by a thousand.

The corners of his mouth raised slightly, and his heart was two points better.

However, although the luck value has been increasing in the past few days, no other prayers have been heard.

Presumably, the method used by Tianjizi made everyone only think that what they heard was a story, and they did not take it seriously.

There will be no one who will actually chant his name.

This is also beneficial, it is equivalent to laying the foundation first, and when people in this world suddenly find that the existence in the myth and story appears in front of them someday, the shock cannot be described in words.

But he thought that if one day his mythical name really spread in this world, he gained countless believers and prayed every day…

His face couldn’t help but darken a little, and he could already imagine the sound of ten million mosquitoes buzzing around his ears.

What’s more frightening is that all the characters in the mythology are him, which means that at that time, whether it is praying to Nezha, Yang Jian, or other mythological characters, it will eventually point to him.

He gasped, and if there was a day, he would be bored to death, and he had to find an opportunity to try to see if he could block out the prayers of the believers.

Or set up a transit place, gather these weekday prayers in one place, and pick a few more responses when you have time, anyway, it will not affect normal life.

He thinks eighty percent is feasible.

I don’t know if those real gods have encountered similar troubles, maybe most of the time the miracles are not visible because they are too bothered and directly block most believers?

The more Mo Yu thought about it, the more he felt that it was possible.

For example, in Western mythology, a person who claims to be omniscient and all-powerful, has countless believers, but only listens to the voice of his earthly spokesperson.

Most likely, he was also harassed and feared by many believers.

He pondered the possible gossip of the gods, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

The sky is getting hot, the ground under your feet is becoming dry and cracked at some point, and the temperature is gradually rising.

Mo Yu looked up at the sky, his brows frowning slightly: “There is a drought in this place? ”

……

On the other hand, just when Mo Yu was tracking the trail of the plague monarch and Tianjizi borrowed the power of Tianyan Gate to promote mythology, the Senluo Hall also quietly changed.

The hundred Senluo Hall disciples who escaped that day had fled back to the sect and reported all the events that had happened that day.

In the hazy mountain range, the main peak of Senluo Hall exuded a burst of nine cold qi.

The white bones shrouded in black robes were silent, and the disciples in front of him knelt down respectfully, and quickly left after the report.

Two ghost fires rose in Elder Bai Bone’s gaze, like his eyes, he quietly turned around and entered the hall.

The hall was empty and silent, his footsteps were unusually clear, and there was no one in the hall.

“Second Hall Master.” He spoke softly, his voice hoarse, like the sound of two decaying bones rubbing against each other.

A cloud of shadows suddenly appeared, condensing into a figure in front of the hall, blurred and indistinct, and the face could not be seen.

“The lords of the twelve halls and the thirteenth halls have fallen.” Without waiting for the second hall master to ask, Elder Bai Bone spoke first, without emotion, as if he was saying a trivial matter.

The second hall master was silent for a few seconds before asking, “Did the other masters in the myth appear?” ”

Elder White Bone nodded: “Yang Jian, who claimed to be the true monarch of the Qingyuan Miao Dao, single-handedly killed the two hall masters. ”

“Yang Jian?” The shadow of the second hall master fluctuated slightly, looking like he was frowning.

He pondered for a moment and said, “What about Nezha who committed the murder before? ”

Elder White Bone shook his head slightly: “There is no trace, maybe he has returned to the mythical Jade Void Palace, according to the information available, it seems to be where their sect is.” ”

He continued, “Do you need to inform the other hall masters to discuss, the twelve hall lords and the thirteen hall lords are both reserve forces that have the opportunity to break through the supreme realm, whether to ask the ninth hall lord or the higher ranking hall lord to make a move. ”

The second hall master said in a low voice: “The strength of the myth is much stronger than expected, is there any other information during this time?” ”

“Yes.” Elder Bai Bone calmly spoke, “We sent disciples to inquire about the mythological information, and most of them found nothing, but in the past two days, there was a sudden gain in Yunyuan City in Cangzhou, and some strange stories among ordinary people began to circulate. ”

“Bizarre stories?” The Second Hall Lord asked suspiciously.