Fantasy: I can transform into a mythical character

That Yin He was already a cultivator of the Supreme Nine Realms, so his master was at least not weaker than him, and the respectful look on his face when he mentioned his master made Mo Yu have to suspect that his master was most likely the Holy Realm.

But the dignified Holy Realm actually invited himself to discuss the Tao, no matter how he thought about it, he felt a little strange.

But Mo Yu was worried that he couldn't find any trace of the Holy Realm, and at this time, he was sleepy, so someone sent a pillow.

In the past three months, Gan Yi has been looking around for news, and there is a lot of information about the Holy Realm, but no one has ever seen a Saint Realm monk.

When Gan Yi came back, the two of them set off for Fengqi Zhuhai, the invitation was also intimate, perhaps because they were afraid that people would not find the place, and a detailed map was attached.

All the way to the south, Mo Yu was not in a hurry. At the beginning of the road, the terrain was flat, but after only half a month, it went deep into a lofty mountain, sparsely populated, lush forests, and it was very cool to walk into it, shaded by trees.

On this day, the two finally walked out of the mountain, and a vast plain appeared in front of them, which even made people's minds a lot more open.

This place is not far from the destination, and the two of them are not delaying, and they are flying all the way.

Suddenly, after crossing a small mountain, a rustling sound sounded in the ears of the two of them, and a dark green ocean suddenly reflected in their eyes.

Looking up, countless stout green bamboos reflect each other, as soon as the wind blows, the bamboo will move with the wind, making a rustling sound, very pleasant, exuding a rich vitality.

"It's a good place!" Mo Yu stopped outside the bamboo forest and sighed softly.

At this moment, a few more streamers flew from the sky, and they did not stop outside the forest like Mo Yu, but directly submerged into the bamboo forest and disappeared without a trace.

Mo Yu looked at the place where the streamer disappeared, as if in contemplation.

"Lord?".

"The master of this place is quite popular, and the previous few retreats should have come to participate in the so-called Dao Conference, and the cultivation is at least in the Supreme Eight Realms. Mo Yu smiled slightly and walked into the bamboo forest.

Soon, the two saw the palace complex in the forest on the invitation. From afar, there are many people, and from time to time, there are still monks coming.

"Please also show the invitation. When they approached, they were stopped by one of them.

Gan Yi handed over the invitation, and the man checked it slightly, and after confirming that it was correct, he also had a smile on his face, and said to Mo Yuzuo: "Later, there will be a disciple who will take you to Nanqin Pavilion to prepare a small banquet, and you can talk about some interesting things with all the Taoist friends." If you like to be quiet, we have prepared a house for you, and you can ask your disciples to take you there. The conference officially began ten days later and lasted for three months, and the Taoist friends lived with peace of mind. "

Mo Yu nodded, this person is

the person who receives visitors from Fengqi Zhuhai, and there are a lot of them around, and Mo Yu found that the invitations seem to be divided into different levels, his is dark green, some are light green, and Mo Yu also saw a few purple and gold invitations.

Not long after, a disciple came, but seventeen or eighty-four, his cultivation was weak, and he asked Mo Yu where he went.

"Let's go to Nanqin Pavilion to see!" Mo Yu said lightly, "What's your name?"

"Back to the guest, my name is Song Gu" The disciple didn't say much, walked a few steps closely, and led the way in front.

This palace group is also exquisite, hidden in the forest sea, full of vitality, and simple atmosphere, but there are many places that should be specially arranged for this turn of the conference, and the original atmosphere is a little different, but it can also be seen that the intentions.

"There are a few rules for this conference that I hope the guests will know. After Song Gu introduced the general area of the palace to Mo Yu, he spoke again with a respectful attitude.

"Tell me about it!".

"The original intention of the conference was to allow the monks to exchange experiences, not to be brave and ruthless; second, the bamboo forest must not be damaged, and if necessary, you can inform us and others, and you must not use it without authorization; third, the grass house thirty miles north of the forest sea is built by the ancestors themselves, and they are not allowed to trespass!"

"Your ancestor lives in that cottage?" Mo Yu asked.

Song Gu smiled shyly and said: "If the ancestor is in the grass house, there will be no such third rule, with the ancestor cultivating, who can break in, but the grass house was built by the ancestor when he cultivated, and it is of great significance to us, so there is this rule." "

"Then I don't know where your ancestor is now, I have some questions I want to ask!".

"Old Ancestor, how can I know his whereabouts, don't joke with me. Song Gu shook his head.

Mo Yu stopped talking, and as Song Gu moved forward, Gan Yi didn't say a word throughout the whole process.

"Guest, there is Nanqin Pavilion in front, if you want to rest, find a disciple like me, and they will take you to your accommodation. After Song Gu finished speaking, he retired and left.

The people of this phoenix and bamboo sea are all wearing cyan robes, and the cuffs are decorated with gold and a few bamboos, which can be recognized at a glance.

Although Nanqin Pavilion is called the Pavilion, it is actually a large hall that covers an extremely wide area, and there are constantly maids coming and going with spiritual fruit wine. The voice in the hall was loud, as if there were many people.

......

Yang Peng took a sip of the wine happily, and then picked up a spirit fruit and threw it into his mouth, his movements were uninhibited, incompatible with the surrounding environment, but he didn't care, and glanced at it, many monks who came together to talk about the path of cultivation were also left alone like him.

This conference is held every 20 years, and this is the second time that Yang Peng has come, but the last time was a hundred years ago. When he received the invitation, he happened to be nearby, so he was one of the early ones.

The

spirit wine that receives guests here is brewed with the unique Guiyuan bamboo of this Fengqi Bamboo Sea, and the aura is compelling, which is of great help to cultivation, but for the monks of his Supreme Eight Realms, there is only the attraction of mellow fragrance.

Yang Peng's eyes were a little gloomy, the events of three months ago are still vivid, and the man named Mo Yu ......

Originally, I

made an appointment with my friends to go to the secret realm to hunt for treasures, but I happened to encounter a situation of killing people and grabbing treasures, and the person I wanted to kill was Mo Yu.

Yang Peng

didn't want to participate, but his friend thought that cultivation was fighting for opportunities, and Yang Peng could naturally see that Mo Yu had a lot of opportunities, but he understood that some opportunities were fatal. However, he couldn't resist his friend, so he had to stay, as his friend said, to stay and take a look at the situation, and if he had the opportunity, he would do it, and if he didn't have a chance, forget it.

So when Mo Yu still brazenly killed Gou Chen during the siege, Yang Peng persuaded his friend to leave together, but the friend refused, on the grounds that Mo Yu did not know how to save mana during the siege, and he would definitely die.

"That's not ......" Yang Peng raised his hand to grab the spirit fruit, and inadvertently swept to the door of the main hall The figure who came in was stunned!