Fantasy: I can transform into a mythical character

“Someone is calling for help?”

Mo Yu reacted quickly, his gaze slightly condensed, and he had switched to the perspective of a god.

There are countless points of light around him, each of which represents a believer.

He had previously blocked the prayers of ordinary believers, and only a few voices could appear directly in his ears.

Sure enough, a point of light rapidly expanded in front of him, and it was a magnificent city, which was even wider than Heyang City.

There are many houses, high-rise pavilions, very prosperous.

Yunyuan City.

That is, the city where Tianjizi is located.

The one who recited his honorific name for help was undoubtedly the Tianjizi.

Through his perspective, Mo Yu also sensed that something was wrong.

The sky is dim, layers of dark clouds converge, and mountain rain is coming.

Just through the perspective of Tianjizi, Mo Yu could feel the pressure in the air.

As the wind swept and there was a rainstorm, the world was shrouded in torrential rain.

Not to mention, from inside the city, there are thousands of huge waves around the city wall, flooding, turning into rolling waves that envelop Yunyuan City.

Waves jump, forming one wave after another, could fall at any moment, flooding the entire city.

Under this scene, everyone in the city turned pale, as if the end was coming.

In the clouds, a figure in a black monarch’s robe stood and looked at the people in the city indifferently.

“Hand over the myth, or flood the clouds.”

His voice was indifferent, seemingly without emotion, only said this sentence, but there were cascading voices echoing between heaven and earth, becoming more and more vast and shocking.

“Hand over the myth, otherwise the water will flood the clouds in a quarter of an hour.”

“Hand over the myth, otherwise the water will flood the clouds in a quarter of an hour.”

The huge voice echoed between heaven and earth, and it did not disperse for a long time.

The people in the city suddenly panicked, and most of them came to the street and gathered together to look at the sky.

Some people change color, some people have weak legs, and many more people are desperate.

Some of them asked, “Who is the myth?” ”

“Who is the myth?”

Naturally, no one answered.

Tianjizi was also in the city at this time, and when he saw this scene, he was extremely panicked, and quickly chanted Yang Jian’s honorific name for help.

“Nine Ghost Dragon!” Mo Yu’s gaze condensed slightly, although the other party turned into a human form, but that unique temperament was too familiar to him.

How could he find Yunyuan City?

The doubts in Mo Yu’s heart flashed away.

He did not delay, and said indifferently through the light spot: “Got it.” ”

Then he turned off many points of light, identified the direction and turned away.

……

In Yunyuan City, not long after Tianjizi pronounced his honorific name, Yang Jian’s echo sounded in his ears.

“Got it.”

The tone is indifferent, as if everything is under control.

Tianjizi was immediately at ease, looking at the huge waves that surrounded the entire city no longer afraid, but had a mentality of watching the excitement.

Linglong, who was beside him, had a pale face at this time, but her perception was keen, and she noticed the change in Master for the first time.

Puzzled: “Master, why do you suddenly have confidence?” ”

Tianjizi smiled: “You will know it when you look at it.” ”

The threatening voice of the Nine Ghost Dragon was still echoing, and the people in Yunyuan City were panicked to the extreme.

They asked around about the myth, whether it was a person or a group of people.

But nothing was found.

Recently, the various novel myths that have been widely circulated in the city, even if some people often hear the novelty, are still in the minority among the large population.

What’s more, they can’t connect two things.

Tianjizi is cautious, and any story told by Mr. Storyteller only tells characters and stories, and does not explicitly say that it is for mythological propaganda.

Most people only listen to stories such as the opening of the world by Yuan Shi Tianzun, and never take them seriously.

The other party can’t always be looking for the characters in the story, right?

This is the asymmetry of information.

For most of the people at the bottom of this world, they were mortals and could not access the world of cultivators for the rest of their lives.

For them, Senluo Hall, Huangquan Sect, and even the Desolate Ancient Demon Monarch, all this was too far away to have any sense of reality at all.

Most of the people in Yunyuan City didn’t even know that an organization called Myth had appeared, let alone that the story of Erlang Zhenjun descending to the demon they heard every day had indeed appeared in this world.

After all, the spiritual world and ordinary people live in two worlds.

Just when the people in the city were anxious like ants on a hot pot, in a palace-like gorgeous building in the city, a figure rose up into the sky and left the ground to meet the sky.

This is an old man, and after seeing his figure, some people below made a sound of surprise.

“It’s the elder of the Yunyuan Sect.”

“Yunyuan sent someone, thank goodness.”

“It’s the Yunshan Elder stationed in the city, the powerhouse of the Six Heavens of the Cave Heaven Realm, we have been saved.”

Under the cheers of everyone in the city, the old man came to the air, first looked at the waves rising from all sides, and then looked at the indifferent figure in the clouds, and his heart clicked.

He was an elder of the Yunyuan Sect and his status was not low.

There is no city lord in Yunyuan City, and he is equivalent to the actual lord here, responsible for the daily management of Yunyuan City.

Taking a deep breath, he raised his voice and said, “In the Lower Yunyuan Sect Yunshan, dare to ask who the Daoist friend is, why did he do this thing that hurts the heavens and peace?” ”

The gaze of the Nine Ghost Prison Dragon said coldly: “Hand over the mythical person, otherwise after a moment, the whole city will be buried.” ”

Yun Shan suddenly felt difficult, he knew more than ordinary people, and he also knew that a mysterious organization called Mythology had recently appeared in the cultivation world.

But because the time was too short, I didn’t pay attention.

He was even less aware of the myths that had recently circulated in the city.

For a high-ranking cultivator like him, ordinary people are similar to ants, except for those who have cultivation talent, the rest cannot even be counted as the same kind.

I don’t pay attention to Ben on weekdays.

He said in a loud voice: “Daoist friends are afraid that there is a misunderstanding, Yunyuan City is the territory of my Yunyuan faction, but there are no mythical people, if Daoist friends seek revenge, I am afraid that they have come to the wrong place.” ”

“Noisy!”

The Nine Ghost Dragon’s gaze froze, and his voice was full of impatience.

He snorted coldly and pointed towards Yunshan with one hand.

Rumble!

I saw the sky burst, a bucket-thick thunder descended, thunder pregnant with dirty water, and even dirty thunder.

Elder Yunshan was shocked, the secret path was not good, but it was too late.

Thunder’s speed was too fast, beyond his imagination.

He could only grit his teeth and raise it with one hand to turn into a cloud light barrier to meet it.

Silently, his barrier was corroded and shattered in an instant, and the thunder light penetrated his body, and he didn’t even have time to make a scream, and he was completely swallowed by thunder.

“Hand over the mythical man, you still have half a quarter of an hour.”

The icy voice of the Nine Ghost Dragon sounded again, like the countdown to the Last Judgment.