Fantasy: I can transform into a mythical character

"Master, he seems to have changed differently than before. "

Linglong said in a low voice, with her strength, she naturally couldn't see the difference between Mo Yu and before, but she had a keen perception and faintly felt that some kind of deep change had occurred in the other party.

Tianjizi replied in a low voice: "Don't talk nonsense, you have to maintain respect for Senior Yang, Qingyuan Miaodao True Monarch, this name contains endless mysteries, I think it is the god name of the senior."

You look at his forehead and open the third eye, there was no before, think that in order to walk in the world, Zhenjun sealed part of his own power, and now in order to protect us, we have to let go, Zhenjun's heart really makes the old Taoist ashamed.

It's just that I don't know if this is the full strength of the true monarch, but it's a pity that since the fall of the ancient god court 200,000 years ago, there are no gods in the world to walk, and now the avenue is collapsing and evil demons are rampant.

Perhaps the True Monarch is the ancient god who has been resurrected from the Divine Court, walking the world, retrieving his power and sweeping away the demonic atmosphere. "

The more he spoke, the more he felt a joint force, gasped, and suddenly realized: "No wonder, why did I say that there are mythical people who killed the thirty-six hall masters of the Senluo Palace, it must be because the Divine Court has heard about the notoriety of the Senluo Palace, and this is the target."

Zhenjun deliberately attracted the people of Senluo Hall this time, and everything was already in his plan. "

He shook his head and sighed, as if he had seen the truth.

Linglong's expression was dull on the side, and she opened her mouth to say something, but she didn't know where to pick it up, so she could only close it again.

In the sky, a figure landed beside Lu Cangsheng from a higher place, his face was cold, and he looked a few years older than Lu Cangsheng.

The twelve hall masters of the Senluo Palace, the Great Perfection of the Cave Heaven Realm.

"Qingyuan Miaodao True Monarch, this is your code name in mythology?" the Twelve Hall Lords said coldly.

The slaughter on the side took the opportunity to release a violent demonic qi out of his body, and his body quickly shrank.

He couldn't hold on anymore.

Mo Yu's eyes moved slightly, and the corners of his mouth curled: "I know you want to talk and help kill the common people to delay time, but Ben Zhenjun doesn't care, as for your problem, you can also think so." "

"Delay time?" The Twelve Hall Lord sneered: "Whatever you think, but this seat has been secretly observing for a long time, and I already know your strength well, you are only between the two of you and the Slaughter Cangsheng, and you only rely on a treasure to gain the upper hand."

There are also merits in supernatural powers, but there is nothing special in addition, and to deal with you, this seat alone is enough. "

Mo Yu shrugged: "Your Senluo Hall is really in the same vein, this kind of mysterious self-confidence is good, I hope you keep it." "

When the two had a brief conversation, Lu Cangsheng had already dispersed the demonic qi in his body through the formation and returned to his normal appearance, and his face was a little pale.

The hundred disciples of the Sen Luo Hall were sluggish and quickly dispersed.

Lu Cangsheng said in a low voice: "Twelve Hall Lords, why are you here?"

He was the eldest disciple of the Seventh Hall Lord, and he was not familiar with the Twelve Hall Lords, nor was he in the same vein, so he had doubts about his sudden appearance.

The Twelfth Hall Lord snorted lightly: "It was the arrangement of the Second Hall Lord, he initially investigated the organization of Mythology, and found that he had never heard of it before, and the origin was mysterious, so just in case, he sent me to follow in secret."

It is also the second hall master to be cautious, otherwise you will be reduced to a corpse by now. "

Lu Cangsheng's face was blue and white for a while, obviously angry, but it was not easy to attack.

He said to himself: "When the master comes out, he is planning with him, and then join forces with him to kill Yang Jian." "

He will restrain his anger and look down again, only to see Mo Yu looking at the two of them with a smile, the pupils in the center of his eyebrows, I don't know when a strange light has appeared, and in the third eye on his forehead, his reflection is clearly visible.

"Reflection?"

Lu Cangsheng was stunned, he was obviously standing with the Twelve Hall Lords, how could he be the reflection of only him?

At the same time as he was confused, the space around him suddenly froze, and for a moment he seemed to be able to hear his own heartbeat, and the whole person seemed to be stripped of this world.

In the next moment, he saw a divine light shoot out from the third eye of the other party's eyebrows, his pupils shrank, and he didn't even know how to describe this divine light.

Rushing up to the bull fight, down to the nine shadows.

For some reason, this phrase came to his mind.

Then, the light penetrated his body, and with a muffled grunt, he vomited blood in his mouth and fell like a kite with a broken string.

Everything happened too fast, and it was too weird, and even the twelve hall masters who were close at hand didn't react.

But he reacted very quickly, his eyes suddenly froze, and he shouted angrily: "Thief, what did you do?"

Mo Yu smiled, took a deep breath invisibly, and only activated the Heavenly Eye Power this time, and the aura in his body was consumed by one-third.

It's more than he'd consumed from fighting before and now.

But the power is also terrifying, and the slaughter of the common people who is about the same strength as him is almost instantaneous.

He smiled and said, "You want to try it too?"

A trace of jealousy flashed in the eyes of the twelve hall lords, but they were not afraid, and with a clenched hand, a pair of gloves as thin as cicada wings covered his hands.

A black glow covered the hands.

Immediately, his figure moved instantly, crossed the distance of space and approached Mo Yu's body, and punched out, and the space froze inch by inch.

The third eye in Mo Yu's eyebrows reflected this punch, and the Nine Turns Yuan Gong in his body was silent, and the consumed aura was rapidly recovering.

The three-pointed, two-edged knife stood diagonally in front of him.

The two fought in an instant, and a circle of invisible ripples spread, and the already shattered earth under the feet of the two suddenly sanded.

Mo Yu's toes tapped, and his figure rushed up in an instant, and at the same time, with a wave of one hand, a sword shot out, piercing into the ground in front of Tianjizi and Linglong.

Demon Slayer!

A circle of invisible sword intent spread, protecting the two of them.

After all, it is up to the two of them to improve the fit to the full, and they can't cross the river and tear down the bridge.

What's more, Mo Yu is still useful in keeping them.

Seeing Mo Yu jumping up, the twelve hall masters also rushed up, clasped their hands together, and pushed out violently.

With a tiger roar, he saw the pitch-black demon qi shoot out, turning into a tiger roaring out, this tiger was vivid, like a living thing, rising in the wind, blinking an eye, like an ancient beast.

"Heh, do you want to use this method to cover your body and not be locked by my heavenly eye?" Mo Yu laughed secretly in his heart.

After unlocking the Celestial Eye Vision, all the uses of the Celestial Eye came to his mind, as if they were innate.

The most powerful of them is naturally the divine light he used just now, there is no name, Mo Yu is ready to make one himself, and he hasn't thought about it yet.

And this divine light is certainly powerful, but also consumes a lot, and there is a certain recovery time after use, so it can't be used continuously.

In addition, Tianyan also has various other abilities, which can explore all mysteries, break changes, slow down the opponent's movements, see the flaws in the opponent's moves, and look at thousands of miles from afar.

It is no exaggeration to say that Yang Jian, who has the eye of the sky, is the real Yang Jian.

The tiger roared, and the giant tiger condensed by the dark demonic qi rushed straight towards him, wanting to devour him.

Mo Yu planned to make a quick decision, and as soon as he raised his hand, there was an extra dog as thin as paper, and when he threw it away, this piece of paper moved with the wind.

A wolf-like dog roared out, and I saw a white-haired fierce dog appear, shaking his body, and turning into a hundred zhang in size, fierce and powerful.

Howling Dog!