Fantasy: I can transform into a mythical character

Nothing was said all night.

The dawn sun quietly sprinkled the earth.

Mo Yu followed the Howling Dog and traveled three thousand miles overnight.

There were still vertical and horizontal ravines all around, and there were traces of the collapse of the mountain peaks, which were caused by the aftermath of the battle he had fought with the two hall masters of the Senluo Hall last night.

But the further you go, the less the impact of the aftermath becomes.

Mo Yu doesn't care about this, this world is too big, a land that is not more than a size for thousands of miles, often thousands of miles of barrenness, and there are no people.

The spirit of the howling dog is still strong, as if it is tireless.

He also warmed up with the rising sun, and the spiritual power consumed last night had also recovered, and the fatigue was swept away.

"Howling Dog, how far is it?" Mo Yu asked softly as he walked.

The whistling dog turned around and barked twice.

Mo Yu nodded: "100,000 miles away, you can run, then let's go." "

He didn't stop walking, admiring the scenery along the way.

"I don't know what Tianjizi will do in the next few days. He had nothing to do, and subconsciously exuded thoughts.

It was one of his experiments to let Tianjizi preach the name of mythology.

He remembered that the system had asked him to leave myths and legends in this world, and since it was a myth and legend, the more people who knew about it, the better.

I just borrowed the hand of the heavenly machine to try.

And there is another benefit of preaching mythology, the essence of his transformation is a god, and as long as he is a god, he can absorb the power of faith.

If you spread the name in this world, there are some believers who may be able to reap a lot of incense.

Although the Huaxia Divine System does not attach much importance to these, the power of incense is still wonderful, whether it is used to refine magic weapons or assist in cultivation, it is an excellent thing.

This is also the reason why he asked Tianjizi to proclaim his honorable name.

Because he has only opened two transformations, people in this world can only point to him by reciting the honorific names of Nezha and Yang Jian.

If he really asked Tianjizi to promote the name of Sanqing, he was afraid that he would not even be able to catch a hair.

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Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

Tianjizi and Linglong walked along the official road and finally came to a tall city wall.

This city is incomparably majestic, and Inkstone City has instantly become a remote village.

There was a lot of people, and there were many pedestrians coming in and out.

Tianjizi looked at the city gate, only to see the three big characters "Yunyuan City" on it, and he smiled: "It's finally here." "

This city is the first city of the southeast gateway and the prosperous opening place of the eighteen states in the southeast.

Ruled by the Yunyuan faction, it is the largest city within a radius of 100,000 miles, and it is also the place where countless people live.

Although the Yunyuan Sect is not one of the top ten sects of the Righteous Path, it is not ranked low, occupying the main resources within a radius of 100,000 miles, as if it is the overlord of this place.

But the Dongxuan Continent is vast, even if it is a radius of 100,000 miles, it is only a remote corner, not to mention anything else, only that the place where they are located is Cangzhou, one of the seventy-two states in the world.

There are nearly 10 million miles in circumference, vast and boundless, and Cangzhou, within the seventy-two states of the entire continent, cannot be ranked in terms of area alone.

Many of the large northern states occupy ten times the land area.

Not to mention that in addition to the seventy-two states, there are the Great Wilderness, the North Sea, the vast mountains in the south, and many unexplored ruins.

The vastness of the whole world is beyond anyone's imagination.

Even the major sects don't know how big this world is.

Tianjizi stopped in front of the door for a while, and observed for a while before leading Linglong into the city.

After entering the city, he found a corner, left a pattern in the hidden corner, and waited for someone to come to the door.

And so it passed another three days.

In Yunyuan City, the prosperity is still the same, and every day there are people who come from all over the world to rest in the city, and there are also local people who make a living in the city.

Regardless of the world, the bottom crowd is the largest.

The Dongxuan Continent is a world of cultivators, and the corresponding bottom is those ordinary people who cannot cultivate.

In the face of this huge world, they don't have the ability of many cultivators to fly to the heavens and the earth, even if there is an aura pervading the heavens and the earth, it is difficult to refine and enter the body because they don't know how to do it, at most they are strong and strong.

Not to mention that cultivation requires extremely high talent all the way, often one in a hundred or even one in a thousand.

For example, the Yunyuan faction occupies a radius of 100,000 li, monopolizing almost all the resources here, and constantly selecting talented people within 100,000 li to enter.

This is also the foundation of their sect.

But except for those lucky enough to get started, the vast majority of people are still just ordinary people, who either live in the city or outside the city, busy every day, running around for life.

In such a world where the productive forces are backward, and the cultivators are high above and ignore the sufferings of sentient beings, ordinary people will naturally have a hard time.

And the few pastimes left after the busy day is to have two drinks with three or five friends, or find like-minded people to push two pai gow.

Of course, there are also people who choose something more relaxed, such as ordering a cup of tea and going to the tea pot to listen to a commentary.

Ordinary people live a hard life, and they are naturally full of yearning for the strong people who come and go, so they are fascinated by the peerless powerhouses who listen to the storyteller's mouth.

Many people unconsciously substitute themselves when listening to stories.

On this day, at dusk, the largest teahouse in Yunyuan City has already been full, and the most famous storyteller in the city has been on the stage for three consecutive days, telling the story of a supreme strong man who killed demons and protected the common people 10,000 years ago.

Many people were fascinated by it, and they waited here early, which was quite similar to the scene when many people were chasing dramas in Mo Yu's previous life.

In a moment, an old man came up to the stage with a folding fan, sat on a wooden chair, and moistened his throat with a teacup.

It wasn't until someone below got impatient that he said: "Little Lao'er, thank you for your support, and in order to express your gratitude, I will bring you a new story today." "

Someone below was immediately dissatisfied, and said angrily: "What are you selling this old man, you just talked about the Heavenly Punishment Supreme yesterday to kill the three demons of the world, but you brought out the master behind the other party, Murong Supreme, and today you see that the Supreme War is about to break out, but you are talking about something else at this juncture?"

The storyteller stroked his beard and said with a smile: "The battle of the Supreme will be talked about in a few days, and I will listen to the new story today." "

There was a sudden disappointment below, but someone still asked: "Mr. Tang, since it's a new story, I don't know what it is?"

Mr. Storyteller's surname is Tang, and when he meets some respect for the elderly, he will call Mr. Tang.

The old man smiled and said: "Today's story is special, and it is also what the little old man just saw when he read the ancient mythological classics, called Yuan Shi Tianzun opened the world." "