Fantasy: I can transform into a mythical character

Since that day, after passing the story of Yang Jian to Tianjizi, Mo Yu continued to hurry.

Under the guidance of the howling dog, all the way east.

This is the eighth day of his journey, and he has walked more than 80,000 miles, and the scenery around him has changed several times, and even the road has disappeared under his feet.

The world is vast, but this vastness is not for ordinary people.

Even if they are a little strange and strong, in the face of heavy mountains and unknown environments, ordinary people are always powerless.

Walking on two legs, you will never spend your life wandering around the size of the place.

Only practitioners can go up to heaven and earth and communicate with each other regardless of the limits of distance.

The world also provides them with a stage.

You don't need to be strong, you only need to reach the divine transformation realm where Zhou Xiao was before, and you can fly through all kinds of magical powers, and you can travel thousands of miles a day.

The exterior scene is faster, and it is easy to travel thousands of miles a day against the wind, and if you use treasures, you can travel thousands of miles or even tens of thousands of miles a day.

Like Mo Yu, if he is willing to go all out, the distance of 100,000 miles can be reached in less than a day.

It's just that he is not anxious, he is leisurely and hurried, and even when he has leisure and leisure, he can open the road and meet the water to build a bridge, which is quite complacent.

Even so, he maintained a terrifying rate of thousands of miles every day.

"Ding, the name of the myth has been spread, congratulations to the master for obtaining the luck value of three thousand. "

"Ding, the name of the myth has been spread, congratulations to the master for obtaining a thousand luck worth. "

"Ding, the name of the myth has been spread, congratulations to the master for obtaining two thousand luck points. "

......

Mo Yu's footsteps paused slightly, he stopped walking and stopping in the past few days, and this sound of the system would sound in his ears from time to time.

It can be seen that Tianjizi is still very hardworking.

He didn't do anything, and in a few days, the value of Qi luck had risen by 12,000, and it had reached the figure of 700,000 and 2,000.

The only problem was that the sounds that rang from time to time annoyed him.

"System, can you not prompt every time you get the luck value?" he asked casually in his mind as he walked.

"If the master doesn't want to hear it, he won't prompt the acquisition of luck points in the future. "

Mo Yu silently chose to make the system quiet in his heart, and while breathing a sigh of relief, his steps were a little brisker.

After walking for a while, sure enough, there was no prompt sound, Mo Yu opened the character panel, but found that the luck value had increased by one thousand.

The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and his heart was two points better.

However, although the luck value has been increasing in the past few days, no other prayers have been heard.

I think it was the method used by Tianjizi that made everyone think that they were only hearing the story and did not take it seriously.

And no one will really recite his name.

This is also beneficial, it is equivalent to laying the foundation first, and when people in this world suddenly find the existence of myths and stories in front of them one day in the future, the shock cannot be described in words.

But then it occurred to him that one day his mythical name would really spread in this world, and he would gain countless believers to pray every day......

His face darkened, and he could already imagine the sound of ten million mosquitoes buzzing in his ears.

What's even more terrifying is that all the characters in the mythology are him alone, which means that at that time, whether it is praying to Nezha, Yang Jian, or other mythological characters, he will ultimately be pointed to.

He gasped, if there was a day, he would be annoyed to death, and he had to find a chance to see if he could block out the prayers of the believers.

Or set up a transit place, gather these weekday prayers in one place, and pick a few more responses when you are free, anyway, it will not affect your normal life.

He thinks it's eighty percent feasible.

I don't know if those real gods have encountered similar afflictions, maybe most of the time the miracles are not visible because they are annoyed too hard and directly block most of the believers?

The more Mo Yu thought about it, the more he felt that it was possible.

For example, in Western mythology, a supposedly omniscient and omnipotent being has countless followers, but only listens to the voice of his earthly spokesman.

There is a high probability that he was also harassed and scared by many believers.

He pondered the possible gossip of the gods, and the corners of his mouth curled slightly.

The sky is getting hotter, and the ground beneath your feet is getting dry and cracked at some point, and the temperature is gradually rising.

Mo Yu looked up at the sky, frowning slightly: "There is a drought in this place?"

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On the other side, when Mo Yu was tracking the traces of the plague monarch and Tianjizi borrowed the power of Tianyanmen to promote the myth, changes quietly occurred in the Senluo Palace.

The hundred disciples of the Senluo Hall who escaped that day had fled back to the sect and reported all the events that had happened that day.

In the hazy mountain range, the main peak of the Senluo Hall revealed bursts of nine gloomy cold aura.

The white bones shrouded in the black robe were silent, and the disciple in front of him knelt respectfully, and quickly left after the report.

Two ghost fires rose in the eyes of the White Bone Elder, like eyes, and he quietly turned around and entered the main hall.

The hall was empty and silent, his footsteps were unusually clear, and there was no one in the hall.

"Second hall master. He spoke softly, hoarse, like the sound of two decaying bones rubbing against each other.

A shadow suddenly appeared, condensing into a figure in front of the hall, blurred and invisible.

"The Twelve Hall Lords and the Thirteenth Hall Lords have fallen. Without waiting for the second hall lord to ask the White Bone Elder to speak first, he was emotionless, as if he was talking about a trivial matter.

The second hall master was silent for a few seconds before asking, "Is it that other masters in mythology have appeared?"

Elder White Bone nodded: "Yang Jian, who claims to be the true monarch of Qingyuan Miaodao, killed the two hall masters by himself. "

"Yang Jian?" The second hall master's shadow fluctuated slightly, looking like he was frowning.

He pondered for a moment and said, "What about Nezha, who committed the murder before?"

Elder Bai Gu shook his head slightly: "Disappeared, maybe it was back to the mythical Jade Void Palace, according to the available information, it seems that it is where their sect is located." "

He continued: "Do you need to inform the other hall masters to discuss, the twelve hall masters and the thirteen hall masters are all reserve forces that have the opportunity to break through the supreme realm, do you want to ask the ninth hall master or the higher-ranked hall master to take action." "

The second hall lord said in a low voice: "The strength of the myth is much stronger than expected, is there any other information during this time?"

"Yes. Elder Bai Gu spoke calmly, "We sent disciples to inquire about the information of the myth, and most of them found nothing, but two days ago, Cangzhou Yunyuan City suddenly had a harvest, and some unbelievable stories began to circulate among ordinary people. "

"Unbelievable story?" the Second Hall Lord asked suspiciously.