Fantasy: I can transform into a mythical character

Mo Yu

didn't care, and raised his eyes to scan the circle, because Mo Yu directly swept away more than two hundred Shengli clans at this time, and at this time, the mainland side had completely gained the upper hand!

After a cursory sweep, there were less than five Saint Monarchs of the Saint Li clan on the plain at this time, and I don't know if they were killed by Mo Yu or other monks.

At this moment, as long as Wei Chi can survive, then the mainland side can be said to have won a big victory! The Shengli clan has already damaged the foundation, and the Saint Realm monks have suffered heavy casualties! Mo Yu looked up at Jiutian, and only faintly saw a withered giant tree and a pitch-black seal colliding wildly!

"What about my people, what did you do to them?" At this moment, a shout suddenly sounded in Mo Yu's ear.

Mo Yu looked sideways and saw a Holy Monarch of the Shengli clan looking at him with an angry face.

"Hand them over, or ......" The Holy Monarch of the Shengli clan shouted violently with a sinister face: "Die!!".

Mo

Yu's eyebrows were slightly raised, and his body had already appeared in front of the Holy Monarch as soon as he moved, and the Mixed Yuan Qiankun Bead suddenly fell, and he was actually smashed by Mo Yu as a weapon.

The Holy

Emperor can feel the aura of the Mixed Yuan Supreme Treasure that appears in the Mixed Yuan Qiankun, but the Holy Monarch, forget it!

The Holy Monarch had a disdainful face, and a halberd was instantly held in his hand, and he waved it towards the Mixed Yuan Qi Qiankun Bead, and the other hand threw out a handkerchief.

The handkerchief grew to ten feet in the wind and laughed, and under the hood of Mo Yu, he was actually preparing to capture Mo Yu alive.

"Bell!".

With a crisp voice, the Holy Realm monk's face changed greatly, and the giant halberd in his hand was directly broken, and the Mixed Yuan Qi Qiankun Zhu was castrated, and directly smashed through his chest, and then returned to Mo Yu's hands.

"How...... Yes!" The Holy Realm monk looked down at the big hole in his chest, slowly raised his head and looked at Mo Yu in shock, a mouthful of blood spurted out, his eyeballs bulged, and he slowly fell.

The handkerchief was not driven by mana, and it also shrank in an instant, falling to the ground flutteringly.

Mo Yu glanced at the corpse of the Holy Monarch, glanced at his mouth with disdain, and walked in the direction of the Yunyan he had seen before.

The Holy Monarch couldn't have imagined that Mo Yu was a killer move as soon as he made a move, and he didn't have any temptation at all, and he died extremely aggrieved.

There is no Saint Monarch cultivation, and there are explosive moves that are already dead before they can be used.

Mo Yu's reappearance, like a shot in the heart, was injected into the hearts of the monks on the mainland side, and everyone's fighting spirit skyrocketed, and the Shengli clan could only support it.

"Are those people really dead?" Until this time, many Saint Realm cultivators on the mainland side were still in a dream.

"That's more than two hundred holy realm......s! Unexpectedly...... "Some monks don't know how to express their feelings now."

"Fortunately, Mo Yu is on our side, if it is ......".

"Shut up, don't talk nonsense, this kind of thing, it's creepy to think about, okay?"

"It's an exaggeration......

".

"If it weren't for Mo Yu, I'm afraid we would have died in this battle!"

"Yes, I always thought that we would last at least a few thousand years, but now I know that if it were only us, I am afraid that we would not be able to hold out for ten years!"

At this time, on the plain, the Shengli clan was scattered, and there were already less than fifty of them, while the mainland side had only lost a dozen Saint Realms, and there were many Saint Realm monks on the mainland side who had nothing to do.

They wanted to join the besieging team, but unfortunately, as long as a monk of the Shengli clan was surrounded by a group of mainland holy realms, they couldn't intervene at all.

They could only watch Mo Yu shuttling around the battlefield, harvesting the lives of the Shengli clan.

Watching Mo Yu kill lightly, many people had the illusion that the Shengli clan was just like that, but when their confidence increased and they rushed forward to encounter a wave of stubborn resistance, they found that it was really all an illusion.

It's not that the mentality of the Shengli clan has collapsed or that their combat power has weakened, it's completely because Mo Yu is too strong.

Seeing that the clansmen were becoming more and more scarce, the remaining Shengli clan had completely lost the belief in fighting, and after the first clansman who escaped appeared, all the remaining Shengli clans were completely confused and scattered and fled.

"Hahahaha! Your people are dying!"

Above the Nine Heavens, Wei Chi's laughter fell on Xia Xin's ears extremely sharply, and the killing intent in Xia Xin's heart was almost about to escape.

"Get out of the mainland! you don't have any hope left!" Wei Chi sarcastically mocked the other party unceremoniously.

At this time, Wei Chi's clothes were disheveled, his face was full of blood, his mana was weak, and the light of the bleak seal was dim, as if he was about to be extinguished at any time.

Even though this is so tragic, Wei Chi's momentum is increasing instead of decreasing, and his fighting spirit is getting stronger and stronger.

The

more ugly Xia Xin and Qiu Shan's faces were, the happier Wei Chi became, Mo Yu, Mo Yu, you really gave me a big surprise!

In the canyon, when Mo Yu told Wei Chi about his plan, Wei Chi could only choose to believe it.

At that time, what Mo Yu said was that as long as Wei Chi could contain the two Holy Emperors of the Shengli clan for a quarter of an hour, then Mo Yu would give him a victory on the battlefield below.

But what kind of victory is this, this is simply a crushing slaughter! Wei Chi could never have imagined that Mo Yu would be able to do such a thing.

It was more than 200

Holy Realms, many of whom were Saint Monarchs, but they were slaughtered at will like more than 200 poultry.

And what is even more exaggerated is that after Mo Yu did all this, he actually reappeared on the battlefield with a peak posture, killing the Shengli clan one by one.

Mo Yu's performance was naturally a morale boost for the mainland side, but it was a devastating blow to the Shengli clan, both in terms of results and psychology.

"Ding! Release Mission: Rescue Wei Chi and Guarantee Wei Chi's Life!".

Just as Mo Yu was about to continue to chase and kill the fleeing Shengli clan, the system that had been silent for a long time unexpectedly appeared and issued a mission.

Mo Yu frowned, there is only one possibility for the system to release this kind of task at this time, that is, above the Nine Heavens, then Xia Xin and Qiu Shan can really kill Wei Chi.

Mo Yu's eyes flashed, and he was about to leave, when a systematic voice came from his ears.

"At the same time, the ultimate mission will be released to completely resolve the crisis on the mainland!".

"You wait to hunt down the remnants of the enemy, I'll help Wei Chi!" Mo Yu said to Yun Yan and the others, and as he spoke, his figure was already soaring into the sky, heading straight for the Nine Heavens Battlefield.

"You ......" Yun Yan stretched out his hand to stop him, but Mo Yu was already far away, shook his head, put his worries down for the time being, and roared angrily to chase after the Shengli clan.

"Hold on!" Mo Yu shouted in his heart.