Fantasy: I can transform into a mythical character

With the sound of Tianjizi, all the people in the city raised their heads and looked at Mo Yu in midair.

Some who didn’t know who Yang Jian was immediately asked.

After all, for the huge population of the entire city, there are only a few who like to go to the tea house to listen to stories.

Immediately, someone explained to them.

In a short time, most people in the city had a general understanding of who Yang Jian was.

Is it actually a character who came out of the mythical story?

Do mythical characters really exist?

They immediately followed and bowed down.

Seeing this, Tianjizi’s heart moved, and he sent out a code signal, and the disciples of Tianyan Sect hidden in the city immediately took action.

He began to take the opportunity to advocate Yang Jian’s achievements and lead everyone to recite his divine name together.

People are all conformists, and under the deliberate guidance of someone, and seeing hope in this environment of imminent destruction, everyone regards Mo Yu as the last straw to save their lives.

In an instant, countless people knelt down and chanted Yang Jian’s honorific name.

“Erlang Xiansheng Jinjun.”

“Qingyuan Myodo True Monarch.”

“Akagi Akie Sei-kun.”

The voice was grand and vast, and an invisible force merged into Mo Yu’s body.

The power of faith.

Mo Yu’s gaze glanced back quietly, feeling the continuous flow of faith power into his body, and the secret path Tianjizi did a good job.

Yunyuan City is a larger city than Heyang City, with a population of tens of millions, which is larger than some mortal realms.

When these people chant his name, the power of faith generated is also terrifying.

Even if many people today have not become his followers, they only see him as a lifesaver in the face of disaster.

But in the concept of deity, none of this is a problem.

As long as you recite God’s name, you are considered a shallow believer.

Mo Yu showed a hint of a smile and looked up at the Nine Ghost Dragon in the clouds.

At this time, he was also looking down at Mo Yu, and the eyes of the two met in the air.

The corner of the Nine Ghost Dragon’s mouth hooked a sneer: “You finally came out.” ”

Mo Yu’s eyes drooped slightly, and he said in a low voice: “Fortunately, it’s not too late.” ”

The Nine Ghost Dragon sneered even more: “This is not necessarily. ”

Without more words, the sense of oppression between heaven and earth became stronger and stronger, the whole world was losing its voice, an invisible force spread, and even the names of the gods chanted by tens of millions of people below gradually became low until they were inaudible.

It was as if all the voices of this world had been taken away.

No, there are other voices.

The people kneeling on the ground in the city suddenly realized that the sound of torrential rain was always there, and the violent flood was still raging, but the other sounds disappeared.

Then, they saw the Nine Ghost Dragon move.

This Desolate Ancient Dragon Monarch held his hands in vain, and the sound of waves was even louder.

Whoops…

The heavens and the earth roared, the water vapor was pervasive, and I saw a hole open above the firmament, and a huge wave fell from the clouds in the distance.

It was like the sky tilting and the heavenly river bursting its banks.

The flood of the world turned into a terrifying stream and fell, the great earthquake shook, the huge waves surged, and the originally slow waves suddenly rushed.

Mo Yu stood in the air and watched, motionless.

The terrifying wave hit, slapped on the wall of Yunyuan City, and a huge wave spread over the wall, and suddenly the area of the city wall turned into a country of Ze.

From the air, the country of Ze is formed in all directions, and the sky is a great flood that keeps falling, and the manpower is so small.

Rumble!

A terrifying wave surged, this wave was too terrifying, thousands of zhang in size, forming a perfect storm towards Yunyuan City.

If the waves fall, the whole city will be submerged, and no one will be spared.

Mo Yu’s face was slightly condensed, this kind of power of heaven and earth was too terrifying, even the supreme realm powerhouse was difficult to mobilize.

Only the Desolate Ancient Dragon Monarch in the sky could hold this terrifying magical power.

With his strength in transforming into Yang Jian, he couldn’t stop it.

But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t have a way to cope.

The waves are getting tighter and tighter, the roaring water forms a storm, the heavens and the earth roar, and the rainstorm is coming.

The people in the city were extremely panicked when they saw this scene, their clothes were soaked under the rainstorm, but they still knelt in place.

Everyone looked at Mo Yu in the sky and pinned their hopes on him.

At the moment when the waves were approaching, Mo Yu moved.

He opened the myth list, exchanged something in it, and spent 100,000 qi luck value.

On his fingertips, there was an extra grain of yellowed soil, extremely fine, not much larger than a grain of sand.

Then he flipped his hand, and this grain of earth fell down, landing on the ground at a very fast speed.

Wow!

The waves rushed in, and countless people subconsciously closed their eyes.

For a moment, the waves hit my face and it hurt a little, but the expected feeling of being submerged by the water did not appear.

The people of the city opened their eyes and found that the huge wave had hit the city wall and did not spread.

Everyone became puzzled, the momentum of the terrifying wave just now was amazing, far higher than the walls of Yunyuan City.

Only those who open their eyes can see what is happening, but they still can’t believe it.

In the sky, the face of the Nine Ghost Dragon sank, and his hands turned again.

The waves were turned up on all sides at the same time, taller than the previous one, and even the firmament was obscured.

Mo Yu gently held his hand, with a smile at the corner of his mouth, without any intention of making a move.

The people in the city were still terrified, but this time they forced themselves not to close their eyes, but to open their eyes to see what was happening.

Rumble!

The waves hit the walls of Yunyuan City, and the water scattered, mixing in the torrential rain.

Yunyuan City is still not submerged.

This time, the people in the city saw clearly that the city wall of Yunyuan City rose rapidly in the instant before the huge wave fell.

No more, no less, just overwhelmed the height of the wave.

The face of the Nine Ghost Prison Dragon was even more ugly, but he still did not give up, and his hands rose again.

Whoops!

The water waves surged, and the flood above the sea of clouds became even more turbulent, and the water surface around Yunyuan City rose out of thin air, and the speed was extremely fast.

Mo Yu still didn’t move.

The flood spread and continued to rise, but it was never able to flood Yunyuan City.

The people in the city noticed that the flood rose by one zhang, and the walls of Yunyuan City also rose one zhang out of thin air, forever one zhang higher than the surface of the water.

Miracles!

These two words appeared in everyone’s minds, and only miracles can describe what is happening now.

The people in the city were more religious, chanting Yang Jian’s divine name aloud.

Even in the midst of the monstrous flood, they firmly spoke their voices.

Eventually, the flood water stopped and so did the walls.

The water is tall, and the walls are high.

The Nine Ghost Prison Dragon looked down at Mo Yu and suddenly asked, “What is that grain of dust you left behind?” ”

The corners of Mo Yu’s mouth raised slightly, and he said with a smile: “Nine days of rest.” ”

The Nine Ghost Dragon frowned, he had never heard of such a thing.

But he had to admit that this thing was like his nemesis of a flood, and it could not be crossed.

He waved his hand lightly, and the surface of the water lowered.

At the same time that the water level was lowered, the walls of Yunyuan City were also falling, no more, no less, always one foot higher than the water surface.