Fantasy: I can transform into a mythical character

Mo Yu was slightly shocked when he heard this, because in a strict sense, he was not the original inhabitant of this world, if it was really according to what Yi Luan said, he should not have been able to pass that test just now!

And when Mo Yu passed by the dark light curtain, he didn't notice anything unusual, if Yi Luan didn't say anything, he still thought that the light curtain only had the ability to discriminate!

"So the three rays of light that your mana turned into before are actually proof of admission?"

"Yes, in fact, there is one more thing to tell you, I hope you don't mind, there may be a process to verify your identity later! Although for 10,000 years, the Shengli clan has always shown people in the form of human heads and snake bodies, but no one is sure whether they will take the form of our body. Yi Luan looked solemn.

"This is how it should be, so why don't you mind. You should be careful everywhere when defending against foreigners!" Mo Yu could fully understand.

It's just that he's not sure if there will be any problems when he goes to take that identity test.

But think about it again, since the system has given such a task, naturally it will not let you run in vain, and it is impossible for you to sneak in to solve the mainland crisis in the future, right?

This possibility is too low, so Mo Yu is actually not too worried about the identity test.

And another point is that the reason why that identity test exists is completely because of the fear of infiltration of the Shengli clan, so the most likely thing is to detect whether the bloodline breath is the Shengli clan.

Obviously, although Mo Yu is not a native of the mainland, he will definitely not be a member of the Shengli clan!

Thinking about this, Mo Yu didn't have any worries about it, and followed Yi Luan, Jing Ze and the others towards the building they had seen before.

"I don't know how many Holy Realm cultivators are there in Lingshan?" Mo Yu suddenly thought of a question and asked.

"Ten thousand years ago,

it was a prosperous era of cultivation, and there were nearly four hundred Saint Realm cultivators at that time, but in that battle ten thousand years ago, nearly two hundred fell!" Yi Luan's face was a little sad.

Yi Luan sighed and said slowly: "In the past ten thousand years, there have only been more than thirty monks on the mainland who have stepped into the Holy Realm, and in the past ten thousand years of conquest, nearly a hundred monks have fallen, and now there are only more than one hundred and thirty monks left here!"

Mo Yu frowned slightly, and asked, "What about the Shengli clan?"

"Naturally, the two sides have their own casualties, according to the casualty ratio, their Saint Realm casualties are even more than ours, but unfortunately, I don't know how they have so many Saint Realm monks, and now, they have more than one hundred and fifty Saint Realm in Lingshan!"

Although it seems that it is only a gap of twenty saint realms, but in fact, this gap is already very large, think about it on the battlefield, everyone was originally one-on-one, but as a result, twenty people suddenly rushed up and beat you up!

The

Shengli clan has been able to fight more and less on the battlefield locally, so that the success rate can be achieved with a great success rate, and in this way, the superior side will naturally be able to liberate more combat power at the beginning, while the inferior side will be very difficult to defend.

No wonder Yi Luan said before that the continent might be defeated in another three thousand years, and at this time, in Mo Yu's opinion, I am afraid that three thousand years is already the best estimate.

Because the mainland side is no longer allowed to make any mistakes at this time, once there is a large damage in a certain confrontation, the time of defeat will be directly shortened by half.

On the other hand, the Shengli clan, even if they lose once or twice, it doesn't hurt, as long as they are not brain-dead over there, victory is a matter of time.

Mo Yu had a general understanding of the situation at this time, and the three of them had already arrived at the complex.

It was too far away before, and he only saw a black press, and at this time, Mo Yu saw clearly that this was an ordinary building, and it was completely a fortress composed of building complexes.

The entire building was completely shrouded in prohibitions, and just looking at it, he could feel the huge flow of energy on it, which made people feel frightened, and Mo Yu felt that the prohibitions definitely had the ability to destroy themselves.

The three of them fell outside the prohibition, Jing Ze sacrificed a jade talisman, and after a while, the prohibition opened an entrance that only allowed one person to pass through, and the three of them entered through it.

"Jing Ze, it's rare to have a break in the war, didn't you say that you want to go back to Xunfeng Mountain to have a look? Why did you come back so early, don't stay for a few more days, if there is an urgent war situation, I will naturally notify you!"

As soon as the three of them entered, two rays of light fell in front of them. A person in a green robe and green boots, with a handsome face, holding a jade fan in his hand, looks like a handsome son.

The other person was dressed as a short fight, and

what impressed Mo Yu was that his short hair stood on end, like a steel cast, and from the right forehead, a scar reached the left jaw, which looked extremely shocking, and the whole person exuded a fierce aura.

The

person who spoke just now was the monk who looked like a scholar, smiling, giving people a feeling like a spring breeze, and even Mo Yu couldn't help but feel a trace of closeness.

"It's a big deal, come back on purpose!" Jing Ze really didn't disappoint Mo Yu, it was like a pity.

"This?" Just as the blue-robed scholar was about to continue to ask, the scar-faced man spoke, his voice low.

"This is Mo Yu Daoyou, this time the matter is all related to him, I'll go to the Battle Pavilion first!" Yi Luan stood up and explained briefly, it turned out that the scar-faced man was called Tang Hong.

"What exactly does it take to go to the War Pavilion to discuss?" Tang Hong frowned, a little puzzled.

"This matter needs to be discussed by everyone such as me, and it is quite inconvenient to talk about it here, so let's talk together then!" Yi Luan arched his hand towards the two of them.

That Tang Hong glanced at Mo Yu, and then at Jing Ze, seeing that Jing Ze had no expression, knowing that it was indeed something, he turned around and left.

"Aren't you going to the Battle Pavilion? Don't you keep up yet!" After taking two steps, Tang Hong found that everyone was still in place, and turned around to greet him.

The remaining three people are full of black lines, if you want to lead the way, you just say yes, leave without saying a word, others still think you have any opinions!

"The one leading the way in front is Tang Hong, and this is Wei Bei!" Yi Luan introduced to Mo Yu.

"Brother Yi Luan,

if we are mistaken, this one you brought with you is the Supreme Nine Realm Cultivator!" Wei Bei really couldn't suppress his curiosity, and secretly observed Mo Yu for a long time, but he couldn't help but send a voice to Yi Luan and asked.

"Don't look at Mo Yu as just the Supreme Nine Realms, that's not an ordinary Supreme Nine Realms, you'll know when it's over!" Yi Luan winked at Wei Bei, acting very mysteriously.