Fantasy: I can transform into a mythical character

"Huh?"

Hearing the barking of the roaring dog, Mo Yu's heart moved, the heavenly eye in his eyebrows opened silently, and the world changed in his eyes in an instant.

Under the eyes of the sky, the most real scene of everything emerged, the bones of rotting beasts, the vultures that had just died, and even the air nearby, there was an unknown mist, red under his heavenly eyes.

If you don't observe it with the eye of the sky, it is colorless, odorless, and difficult to detect.

Mo Yu's face was slightly gloomy, this kind of mist was familiar to him, and it was the same origin as the mist around the plague monarch.

It's just that the fog is thinner, almost imperceptible, and has no effect on him.

The eyebrows slowly closed, and he whispered, "I finally found it." "

He reached out to restrain the howling dog's call, then turned it into a piece of tissue paper and slipped it into his sleeve.

The mist of the plague spreads everywhere here, in other words, the smell of the plague lord is everywhere, and it is useless to rely on the smell of the roaring dog.

To be able to find this place, the Howling Sky Dog has already done a great job.

But the beasts outside the wilderness are still like this, Mo Yu's heart is slightly depressed, God knows what happened to the city or village where the human race gathered.

He could feel that the life force of these dead vultures had been plundered, and he didn't know who had taken them.

Eighty percent may be the Plague Monarch, as the Ancient Demon Monarch, he can be the enemy of the Shenxiao Heavenly Monarch in his heyday, so that the Shenxiao Heavenly Monarch cannot kill him and can only suppress it.

God knows what crazy things will be done in order to regain strength.

And Mo Yu couldn't tell how much his strength had recovered.

Glancing at a group of rats in another corpse, Mo Yu seemed to hesitate for half a second, and then turned around casually, not doing anything.

His back stood out on the dry earth, and his shadow stretched very long.

When he had gone some distance, the mouse in the socket of the white bone stood up like a human, and looked at his back, his eyes red.

The next moment the mouse squeaked, and suddenly one mouse after another ran out of the rest of the bones, making the same squeaking sound.

The next moment, hundreds of rats scattered and quickly ran in a certain direction.

Mo Yu's footsteps stepped on the dry earth, and the surrounding area was desolate, and there were farmlands that were barren and dying under the scorching sun.

At this time, it was the time of the summer harvest, but there was no figure in the ground, Mo Yu's eyes swept over, and he could see two corpses in the farmland that had fallen, which had decomposed, revealing the white bones of the forest.

I don't know if it's heat stroke or the plague.

Mo Yu watched quietly for three seconds, didn't say anything, and went on the road again.

The further east you go, the more people there are, and there is a faint road under your feet, which is obviously often walked.

From time to time, you can see the bones lying on the side of the road, wearing tattered clothes, in twos and threes.

Mo Yu just counted silently, but in a few miles, there were already more than thirty corpses, and it seemed that the time of death was not long, that is, a few days, but it was rapidly decomposing under today's high temperature.

He also saw the carcasses of crows and vultures, scavenging animals, beside many of them, indicating that they had died of the plague, even the animals that had devoured their carcass.

There is only one animal that is immune to death, and that is mice.

Mo Yu saw dozens of rats around a corpse and kept gnawing, their bodies were unusually large, several times larger than the rats he saw on weekdays, their eyes were red, and they didn't hide when they saw people.

After walking for a while, there was a diagonal path on the road ahead, but I saw that there were houses sitting side by side on both sides of the path, mostly mud houses or thatched houses, and the arrangement of the houses was not regular, but it was roughly divided into several rows, obviously a village.

At the intersection in front of the village, there was also a body that fell to the ground, looking like a person from the village, not dead, but dying.

Mo Yu stood in the distance and sighed slightly, in his eyes, the other party's life was like a candle in the wind, and it was difficult to save it.

He didn't try to save it, he transformed into Yang Jian, an immortal known for his combat power, although he was born in the Yuxu Sect, he was not proficient in pharmacology.

Moreover, the source of the spread of this plague is the plague king, and the other party is the great demon of the ancient era, and the disease spread is not trivial, even if it is a cultivator's elixir, it will not help.

If his current transformation was a real phoenix, enveloping Fang Yuan with the power of the Five Virtues, he might be able to drive away the plague.

It's a pity that he is not now, although the seventy-two changes are magical, it is claimed to be true, but the power of the five virtues is the most miraculous quality of the phoenix, and even among the phoenixes, only the phoenix ancestor has all, and the rest of the phoenixes just have the rest of the shade and can play a little.

But a great supernatural person like Feng Zu is not seventy-two transformational and can change, just like a monkey can also transform into Rulai, but it is only like a god, and it will not really be the same as Rulai.

This is what the seventy-two changes have changed, not a specific person.

Therefore, in the case of not being able to transform into a phoenix ancestor, it is of little significance to become an ordinary phoenix.

At the same time, Mo Yu didn't know how big this epidemic area was, and he was not optimistic.

His eyes drooped slightly, and he didn't intend to care about this dying man, but in the depths of his eyes, it was cold.

He had never had such a strong killing intent, Plague King, he must die!

At this moment, three young men dressed in white in the village walked out quickly, all the way to the dying villager, the three of them squatted down, and one of the women led by him quickly took his pulse despite the smell on his body.

"And the pulse, you two carry him into the village, remember not to let him come into contact with the others, first put him outside the shed built at the entrance of the village, and let him take it with the water that has been replaced by Erdan. "

The woman spoke quickly, commanding two men slightly younger than her.

The two men sprang into action, lifting the man up and preparing to head into the village.

The woman's age doesn't look very old, only sixteen or seventeen, but her expression is very solemn, she is wearing a white dress, her facial features are soft, and she looks clean.

Maybe it was because she was tired for a long time, her face was stained with a lot of dust, and there were a few stains on her white clothes, but this did not affect her cleanliness.

That's a special feeling, similar to temperament.

"He's hopeless, aren't you afraid of being infected?" Mo Yu said suddenly while standing at the intersection.

The three of them turned back at the same time, and only then did they notice him.

The woman was stunned, "Outlander?"

She immediately reacted, turned around and said, "You guys send people back quickly, don't delay." "

The two disciples woke up like a dream, regardless of Mo Yu, and quickly went to the village.

Mo Yu didn't stop it, and looked at the woman in front of him lightly.

The woman looked at him and said, "Stranger, there is a plague going on here, and further on there is the epidemic area, so you better leave quickly." "

Mo Yu's gaze passed over her, looked at the small village in the distance, thought for a while and asked, "Why don't you leave because you shouldn't be from the village?"

The woman said seriously: "We are disciples of the Xuanji Sect, and we are healers. "