Fantasy: I can transform into a mythical character

"Division...... Division...... Parent ......"

Linglong swallowed her saliva, and pulled Tianjizi's sleeve with a trembling tone.

Tianjizi also had an expression of disbelief when he first woke up from a dream at this time, and he still felt incredulous when he looked at the corpse of the Red Refining Ghost King.

A ghost king equivalent to the five heavens of the Cave Heaven Realm, a strong man who is strong enough to dominate one side, was killed so easily?

Not even a rebellion could be done.

Even onlookers like himself and Linglong who are close at hand can't see the process clearly.

How strong is this existence named Yang Jian?

"Don't say anything, don't ask anything, you just don't see everything today. Tianjizi said in a deep voice.

Linglong's little head was like a millet pecking at a chicken, and she was also frightened.

Even this scene frightened her more than the two broke out into an earth-shattering battle.

At least she could understand the latter.

Mo Yu fell to the ground, raised his hand to put away the three-pointed two-edged knife, and glanced at the sky and Linglong, and the other party's body instantly stiffened.

He laughed secretly, but he didn't mean to target the two of them, let alone kill people.

He is not a murderer, nor is he doing any shady deeds, on the contrary, he can also publicize today's events through the mouths of the two.

I think it will have some effect on the spread of the name of the myth.

Thinking so, he turned his gaze back to the palace in front of him, and the master and apprentice of Tianjizi breathed a sigh of relief.

Linglong whispered, "Master, should we run away now?"

Tianjizi snorted lightly: "Shut up, Senior Yang hasn't spoken yet, let's stay honest, we can't easily figure out this kind of master's thoughts." "

Rumble!

Suddenly, a loud noise came, and I saw Mo Yu stomping his feet slightly towards the ground, and with a bang, the palace in front of him began to tremble violently.

In a moment, this ghost king hall began to collapse, raising a cloud of dust.

Mo Yu stood in place, his eyes fixed on the spiritual light that rose to the sky.

In just a few breaths, a palace completely collapsed, Mo Yu walked into the ruins, and when he came to the center of the palace, he saw an altar.

On the altar was a tile-like fragment, like a broken corner of something, from which the aura emanated.

Mo Yu silently used the treasure appreciation technique.

"The fragments of the Nine Nether Reincarnation Disk, which have some characteristics of the Reincarnation Disk, can turn a region into the Nine Netherlands, which is suitable for the survival of Yin Souls, can manipulate the souls of others, and can connect the user's breath with the Netherland, with the help of power.

It can be recycled, and the value of exchange gas luck is 170,000. "

Seeing this value, Mo Yu was slightly stunned.

The 170,000 Qi Luck Value, which was the highest value among the treasures he had obtained, had surpassed Du Jiuquan's Huangquan Holy Robe.

It was a treasure of the lower grade of the Heavenly Rank.

He reached out and held the fragment in his hand, and it was slightly cool in his hand, as if a chill hovered over it.

"What is this Nine Shadows Reincarnation Disk, just one fragment is worth so much luck value, a treasure of the highest grade of the Heavenly Rank?"

Mo Yu guessed, feeling that it was not accurate.

Perhaps the grade of this reincarnation disk had surpassed the grade of the Heavenly Order, and he subconsciously thought of the weapons of the Shenxiao Immortals seen in the murals in the mausoleum.

The feedback given by the Identification Technique is a divine weapon.

However, it didn't make much difference to Mo Yu what it was, for him, being able to exchange it for qi luck value was a good thing.

If it can't be exchanged, it's waste.

Without hesitation, he recovered the fragments of the Nine Shadows Reincarnation Disk, and his qi luck value also soared from the original 290,000 to 460,000, which had already surpassed the time when he transformed into Yang Jian.

He opened the character panel again and took a look, and the fit had reached eighty-eight points, which was only one step away from completely unlocking all of Yang Jian's supernatural powers.

After doing all this, he set his eyes on Tianjizi and Linglong, and saw that the two of them were still standing straight in place, and wondered.

"Why are you still here?"

Tianjizi's expression froze, a smile on his face, and he asked in a low voice, "What does the senior mean that we can go?"

Without waiting for Mo Yu to answer, he was overjoyed and said, "Thank you seniors, let's go, let's go." "

As he spoke, he was about to pull Linglong away, but Mo Yu suddenly said at this time: "Wait." "

As soon as the two of them turned around, they paused together, Tianjizi turned his head and asked carefully, "Senior Yang...... What else is there to command?"

Mo Yu looked up at the sky in the distance, and the already inadvertently bright moon was obscured by dark clouds at some point.

There was a hint of solemnity in his eyes, and he said softly: "It's too late, you can ask for more blessings." "

"What do you mean?" Tianjizi was stunned.

At this moment, hundreds of figures suddenly appeared in the distance, carrying the aura of Senluo, and flew quickly with one person as the leader.

Everywhere they passed, the heavens and the earth trembled.

The next moment, hundreds of black-robed figures stopped in mid-air, scattering to envelop the three of them.

The leader was a slightly younger-looking person, standing at the forefront, his gaze swept over the barren town, then at the collapsed palace, and finally stopped at Mo Yu.

And the moment he saw these hundreds of figures, Tianjizi's face was like ashes, and he shouted in a lost voice: "Senluo Palace!"

Hearing his voice, the leader glanced slightly, but only stayed for less than half a second before retracting his gaze and losing interest.

Linglong quietly touched his side and whispered, "Master, are they Senluo Palace?"

Tianjizi said with a dead face: "That's right, it's all over, they came to Yang Jian, but we didn't have a chance to explain, Sen Luodian never listened to anyone explain, and never left a living mouth!"

"Are you a mythical person?" asked the leader of the Sen Luo Hall in a low voice, his voice calm and unable to hear any emotional fluctuations.

The corners of Mo Yu's mouth raised slightly: "Myth, Yang Jian, are you?"

"The thirteenth hall master of the Senluo Palace, kill the common people!" the people of the Senluo Hall said calmly, and asked, "Falling Wuxin was killed by the people of your organization?"

Mo Yu chuckled lightly and said without hesitation: "It was my junior brother Nezha who killed him?"

"Good. Lu Cangsheng nodded: "It's been a long time since anyone has been so indifferent in front of this seat, it seems that you are very confident, but it doesn't matter, like you, I don't know how many people have been killed."

Before you die, let me ask again, where is Nezha now?"

Mo Yu still chuckled and said, "He has already returned to the master's gate." "

"Master?" Lu Cangsheng frowned.

Mo Yu said with a smile: "That's right, in the East Kunlun Jade Void Palace, if you want to take revenge, you can go to him." "

Lu Cangsheng said seriously: "I see, this place has been recorded, when we kill you, we will look for it, what other words do you have?"

Mo Yu lightly lowered his hand, and really thought about it seriously, and after a while, he asked, "You all talk like this in the Senluo Palace?"