Fantasy: I can transform into a mythical character

For thousands of years, since Yi Luan stepped into the Holy Realm, he has participated in this protracted war, but all along, the mainland has been at a disadvantage.

The crisis has always hung over Yi Luan's head like a dark cloud, and for thousands of years, all he has felt is fatigue and that hopeless struggle.

Yi Luan is not Jing Ze after all, Jing Ze is enjoying the battle,

followed by guarding the mainland, as long as there is a battle, Jing Ze is excited, and the battle is the best spice for his spirit.

But Yi Luan can't do it, he's a little tired of it, and the reason why he's still here is entirely because the responsibility of protecting the continent is spurring him.

However, the appearance of Mo Yu completely changed Yi Luan's mind, and the dark clouds above his head disappeared when he thought that the mainland crisis was finally showing signs of turning around.

The buildings along the way were very dense, and all kinds of formations could be seen everywhere, which made Mo Yu even more curious about the Shengli clan, what kind of creature with a human head and a snake body looked like?

With just a stick of incense, the five of them stopped in front of an extremely ordinary-looking building.

Mo Yu was a little puzzled, according to Tang Hong and Yi Luan's previous attitudes towards the War Pavilion, he could also think that the War Pavilion must be a relatively important place, but the slightly low building in front of him, which covers an area of only 100 zhang, is the War Pavilion

"The Battle Pavilion is actually not an important place in essence, just because this is the place where we hold the battle meeting, it is more special, and it is completely different from what you think!"

Yi Luan seemed to have guessed the thoughts in Mo Yu's heart, and said to Mo Yu.

Mo Yu was embarrassed, and when he saw the battle pavilion just now, he accidentally showed a little surprised look and was caught by Yi Luan.

After entering the War Pavilion, as Yi Luan said, the layout was extremely simple, only a huge long table in the center, surrounded by hundreds of stone seats, and in addition, there was a relatively special place.

It is the center of the stone long table, inlaid with a mixed jade bead, exuding a misty blue light.

"This bead is a communication bead, which can transmit all the Continental Saint Realm cultivators in Lingshan at the same time, and the effect of ordinary communication jade talismans here is greatly reduced. Yi Luan said as he walked towards the transmission bead.

As Yi Luan's mana poured in, the transmission bead became brighter and brighter, vibrating slightly for a moment, and Yi Luan had already dispersed his mana.

"It's already done, at the latest the time of the three incense sticks, except for the monks guarding the important place, the rest of the people should be there. Yi Luan turned around and said.

Tang Hong and Wei Bei casually found two stone chairs and sat down, and Jing Ze also found a chair when he saw this.

Yi Luan didn't move, pulled Mo Yu to the center of the long table, and stopped.

Soon after the transmission bead shook, monks came one after another, and after they came in, they all glanced at Yi Luan and Mo Yu curiously, and then found a place to sit down.

After sitting down, they all stared at Mo Yu with interest, and even many monks found out their spiritual sense.

Mo Yu's face was calm, and the Mixed Yuan Qi Qiankun Bead in his body slowly rotated, isolating all the explorations.

And Mo Yu's behavior also made the eyes of a group of monks brighter, but the spiritual sense was all taken back.

Although they didn't

know Mo Yu, it was obviously unwilling for others to isolate your exploration, and with Yi Luan on their side, the monks didn't go any further.

The time close to the

three incense sticks passed, and at this time, there were already many monks sitting in the battle pavilion, and Mo Yu roughly estimated that it was already close to a hundred.

But Yi Luan

was still waiting, and every time someone came, Yi Luan had to take a look, as if he was waiting for someone.

"Yi Luan, why did you summon us and the others, and you summoned us to the War Pavilion to discuss matters?"

A few more monks appeared at the door, and Yi Luan only glanced at it and ignored it, and at this time, Mo Yu had already begun to guess who Yi Luan was waiting for!

It's a pity that there is no information at all, and Mo Yu has no way to start at all.

However, for some reason, although after coming in, they were all full of curiosity about Mo Yu one by one, but none of them opened their mouths to ask, and they all silently found a chair to sit down and observe quietly.

This made Mo Yu very curious, but just when Mo Yu thought that this was a rule, a slightly reproachful voice sounded from his mouth.

Mo Yu couldn't help frowning slightly when he heard this, could it be that this person was some kind of mental figure of the Mainland Saint Realm cultivator? Subconsciously turned his head to look.

I saw a monk in a black robe standing at the entrance, with thin cheeks, looking to be nearly forty years old, with a long beard on his chin, holding a whisk in his right hand and lightly supporting his left arm.

Although the whole person looks quite fairy-like, his eyes are narrow and long, and the corners of his eyes are slightly downward, which destroys the overall temperament.

As the saying goes, the face is born from the heart, if this person is the head of the Continental Sacred Realm, Mo Yu has to worry about this group.

"Bai Cheng, the battle pavilion is full of personal will, and you can't talk too much, have you forgotten?" Yi Luan turned to look at the man, and scolded him directly.

Mo Yu was speechless, he had already seen it at this time, Yi Luan and that Bai Cheng must have some contradictions, otherwise Yi Luan would not be like this.

The monk known as the White City snorted coldly when he heard this, and his face was displeased, but he didn't say anything more, and found a place to sit down.

Bai Cheng naturally saw Mo Yu as well, but he could feel it a little, but a Supreme Nine Realm monk, although he was a little puzzled why Yi Luan would bring a Supreme Realm monk to appear in the Battle Pavilion.

But Bai Cheng has already made up his mind in his heart, if Yi Luan can't find a suitable reason later, he will embarrass Yi Luan and make Yi Luan unable to come to the stage!

"This Baicheng is the master of Fang Yuan you killed before, and the combat power is not bad, but unfortunately, this character is ......" Yi Luan sighed, "It's hard to ...... words

".

Listening to Yi Luan's transmission, Mo Yu glanced at Bai Cheng a few more times, only to see that Bai Cheng didn't care at all about revealing the contradiction between himself and Yi Luan, and his eyes were also full of malice.

"Under the crisis of the mainland, can't you unite as one?" Mo Yu frowned and said to Yiluan.

Yi Luan smiled bitterly and replied: "In the general direction, everyone is naturally based on fighting against the Shengli clan, but in other aspects, there are many people, and there will always be contradictions. "

Mo Yu doesn't know what to say, everyone's way of thinking is different, so the understanding of looking at the same thing will be different, and eventually there will be a difference in concept.

He can understand this, but even if there is any difference in philosophy, it should all be conceding to the ultimate goal.