Fantasy: I can transform into a mythical character

It was night, and nothing was said all night.

For today’s Heyang City, every night is difficult.

This city covers an extremely large area, is the center within a radius of 10,000 miles, and has a population of tens of millions.

The outbreak of the plague was so ferocious, that today, the entire city has almost become a purgatory on earth.

More than three million people fell ill, and before that, the entire East End could not live in it, and countless people could only put a wooden board on the street and then resign themselves to fate.

Every day patients die, the cold at night increases, and more people die.

At most, tens of thousands of people could die overnight, and the entire Heyang City was filled with despair.

The moon rises and the day begins anew.

When the infected people in the East District opened their eyes, many were glad that they survived the night, but more were numb.

Their lives have lost hope, and even if they survive tonight, they may become ill during the day and die a painful death.

Even if they can persevere, they will only be greeted by the plague, and so far there are very few people who can be cured.

In this case, the appearance of Beicheng Qi Huang Tianjun almost became their only hope.

Even if they knew that they would become fanatical believers after taking Qi Huang Tianjun’s medicinal soup, there were still countless patients who flocked to it.

There is a great horror between life and death, and no one wants to die if they can live.

However, Qi Huang Tianjun’s medicinal soup was not easy to obtain, and every day in Beicheng, the other party only distributed 20,000 servings of medicinal soup, and there was no order, allowing the infected to rob it wildly.

Compared with the desperate patients in Dongcheng, Beicheng every morning is the real purgatory on earth.

For the hope of survival, countless people rushed to fight for a mouthful of medicinal soup, and at this time, Qi Huang Tianjun stood on the high place of the altar and looked at them, with a “compassionate” expression on his face, saying that this was a calamity sent from heaven.

Only the chosen can live.

Today, it is still time to distribute soup medicine, and an altar has been built in the center of a wide street in the north city.

It was built by his followers after the arrival of Qi Huang Tianjun.

At this time of day, there are an unknown number of people surrounded by black oppression, and at the very core of the altar, there are people sitting cross-knee one after another.

Some of them had thin yellow muscles, some had shriveled skin, but without exception they all showed fanaticism, reciting the name of Qi Huang Tianjun and the scriptures of praise.

At a glance, there are 100,000, except for eating and sleeping, they will only do this one thing.

However, the plague in them disappeared, and at least they could survive.

More people, for this glimmer of hope of curing the plague, are waiting to join the brutal battle that is about to happen.

Even if you want to become a puppet of Qi Huang Tianjun, it is a blood road.

At this moment, I don’t know who shouted: “Qi Huang Tianjun is here!” ”

I saw that in the center of the altar, I don’t know when a figure wearing a luxurious robe appeared, the corners of his mouth hooked, like a noble son, his eyes looking in all directions.

As far as his eyes could see, the figures around him knelt down in unison, saying “Qi Huang Tianjun Mercy”.

He enjoyed it all, and there was a little red glow in the depths of his eyes, which no one could see.

He spoke, “Today’s potion is here, and if you can come to me, you will be redeemed.” ”

With a wave of his hand, a large ding appeared on the altar, filled with sticky decoction and emitting a pungent smell.

But at this moment, the eyes of the peripheral infected people were red, and they were desperate to rush over, and the road pointed to a path that the disciples of the Huang Tianjun gave way, which was two meters, only enough for two people to run along.

This is an Asura blood road, countless people are stained with blood every day, from hope to despair, and finally die on this road.

Just as Qi Huang Tianjun was about to shout “start”, suddenly a loud shout came.

“And slow!”

This sound was full of breath, and most of the people present subconsciously looked at it, except for the believers who kept praising Qi Huang Tianjun next to the altar.

They still chanted religiously, and nothing seemed to affect them.

I saw that outside the crowd, a person came with a sword in both hands and a serious face.

A patient recognized him and said loudly, “It’s Su Mu of Xuanjiemen.” ”

Suddenly, there was a noise in the crowd, and they rose and fell with each other.

Most of the patients in Xuanjimen knew that it was the healers who came to the city after the outbreak of the epidemic, and they had been treating the patients, but they could not cure them.

But this did not prevent their fame from spreading, if it were not for them, I am afraid that the entire residents of Heyang City would have been infected, instead of the millions as they are now.

Some people subconsciously looked in the direction of Qi Huang Tianjun, and they knew that since Qi Huang Tianjun appeared, Su Mu of Xuanji Gate had been quite disgusted with him and angrily denounced him as a demon.

It’s just that the two sides are in the east city and the other in the north city, and there is no conflict.

So what is he doing today?

Many people speculated in their minds.

Qi Huang Tianjun’s eyes condensed slightly, but deep down he didn’t care, his strength had recovered somewhat, Xuanjiemen just didn’t hinder him, and he kept it for fun.

After all, watching these healers do their best every time there is a plague, but in the end nothing can be recovered, is one of his greatest pleasures.

If it really hinders him, when the time comes, directly increase the spread of the plague, in just three days, there will be no living people in the entire city.

Including all the healers of Xuanjimen.

“Su Mu, what are you doing here?” Beside Qi Huang Tianjun, some believers stood up and questioned loudly.

He was the first group of people to take the soup medicine, and his faith was sincere, and in addition to him, there were three other people who were named protectors by Qi Huang Tianjun.

Su Mu said loudly, “The old man came to thank Qi Huang Tianjun for his efforts in saving the people, and secondly, to offer a sword of my Xuanji Gate. ”

He raised the sword in his hand together with the scabbard high: “This sword is called the Pure Yang Sword, it is an ancestral treasure of my Xuanji Gate, in the legend, it can cut off all the yin qi of heaven and earth, and can save Cangsheng, but no one has been able to pull out this sword for many years, and today I come to honor it to Qi Huang Tianjun.” ”

“Came to offer the sword?” Everyone, including Qi Huang Tianjun, was stunned in unison, not knowing what medicine he was selling in his gourd.

Even Qi Huang Tianjun himself showed a hint of interest, a spirit sword that could not be pulled out?

He has not had any treasures to accompany him since he got out of trouble, and many treasures back then were destroyed by the Shenxiao Heavenly Monarch, and after looking at this sword, even if there was a scabbard blocking it, he could feel a sword radiance that was extremely powerful.

It is desolate, and this kind of sword intent is rare.

He didn’t know that Su Mu had taken the wrong medicine and suddenly came to offer his sword, but he had his own magical powers and was not afraid, even if Su Mu came with the intention to kill him, there was no threat to him.

Therefore, he smiled and said, “In this case, Su Mu, you come to me.” ”

The crowd dispersed, Su Mu stepped forward with his sword in his hand, and soon came to the altar and stepped in.

He approached Qi Huang Tianjun half-zhang, and handed the Pure Yang Sword over respectfully, “Please also ask the Heavenly Monarch to draw the sword.” ”

Qi Huang Tianjun was a little suspicious, he had thought that when the other party approached, he would angrily draw his sword and slash at him.

But now it seems that he really wants to sacrifice the sword?

Interesting.

The corners of his mouth raised, and without any worries, he raised his hand towards the hilt of his sword.

At the moment when his palm approached the hilt of the sword, suddenly a sword light lit up.

Zheng!

A sword roar, and then a pure yang sword qi rose up into the sky, stunning the heavens and the earth, and condensing time and space.