Fantasy: I can transform into a mythical character

A "slash"!

Heaven and earth moved, and a sword light slashed through the 30 million miles of sky, and fell with this.

The plague king's eyes were full of the shadow of this brilliant sword light, and he was unwilling to roar angrily and fought back with all his might.

A faint green light was condensed by him to the extreme, turning into a sky-devouring poisonous dragon that roared silently.

The sword light fell.

It's all magical.

The Plague King's voice stopped abruptly, and he glanced at his neck in disbelief.

A little bit of golden light emerged, only a little at first, and then spread to the entire neck.

Phew!

His head was thrown up, and no demon blood was sprayed.

He is already a demon soul, but his origin is too strong, so he looks no different from a living person.

But at this moment, his body went to look for a bubble that quickly faded, it was the destruction of the source, irreversible.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye, the sword light fell, and the plague monarch was destroyed.

He didn't even have time to utter a final roar, and the dust was settled.

Everyone in the Spirit Sword Sect looked at this scene in a daze, and their minds went blank.

It wasn't until after two breaths that Elder Suxin was the first to react, and he gasped as he looked at the immortal sword suspended in the distance.

This big demon, the big demon that was enough to completely wipe out their Spirit Sword Sect, was slaughtered by this sword.

Where did this fairy sword come from, and whose fairy sword is it?

She had endless doubts, but she didn't dare to speak out easily.

The fairy sword was still hanging high, and the invisible sword intent rendered half of the sky, and the sunlight was discolored, making everyone in the Spirit Sword Sect panic and dare not move lightly.

They were really afraid that this fairy sword would suddenly come again.

The fairy sword condensed slightly, and suddenly turned in a direction and aimed the tip of the sword at the place where the plague monarch fell.

I saw a round bead left here, which was once a faint green color, about the size of an egg, and there was a faint light in it.

The fairy sword fell, as if there was a doubt.

The next moment, there was a golden light spread on this fairy sword, rolling up this bead, and then turning into a streamer and leaving, dragging the tail flame in the direction of the time.

Thundered!

It wasn't until the fairy sword had been gone for a long time that the sound of heavenly thunder rolled in from afar.

Everyone in the Spirit Sword Sect was terrified.

Elder Su Xin walked in front of the disciples, looked at the direction in which the fairy sword left, and sighed sincerely: "The immortal sound of the immortal sword is singing in the crane ridge, and the sword is shining and falling into the dragon, I have practiced the sword for half my life, and today I have seen the real way of the sword." "

She sighed deeply, looked at the broken sword in her hand, and silently threw down the remnant sword.

"I don't practice swords. She turned and headed down the mountain, unspeakably lonely.

......

A sword light swept through the sky like a comet, straight through 30 million miles.

On this day, countless people looked up to see this magnificent scene.

After the sword light, there was still the sound of thunder and thunder, as vast as the power of the sky.

In Heyang City, time is only two moments.

Most of the Xuanji Sect disciples were already busy in all directions, and they had to count how many casualties there were.

The city lord of Heyang strongly invited Mo Yu to the banquet to express his gratitude to him.

He wanted to ask Su Mu to accompany him, but he was rejected by the other party, and he was still concerned about the patients, although at this time, the patients in the city had turned into blood mist under the palm of the plague king.

If they hadn't arrived early and cleaned up the eastern district as a quarantine area for the sick, the plague would have spread throughout the city long ago.

The power of the plague king's harvest will be even more terrifying.

However, although he refused the city lord's invitation, he left Mu Zixin behind and asked her to be the representative of Xuanjimen.

Faced with the strong invitation of the city lord of Heyang, Mo Yu just smiled and did not agree.

How could he not know what the other person was thinking?

A supreme realm powerhouse like him must be treated as a guest wherever he goes, even if he is the lord of a country, he must salute when he sees him.

The city lord of Heyang had the opportunity to talk to him, so he naturally wanted to hug his thighs.

He was noncommittal, but he really didn't want to participate in the banquet at the moment.

Here, the city lord of Heyang was still trying his best to invite Mo Yu to the banquet, but Mo Yu raised his head and chuckled: "I'm back." "

"Come back, what's coming back?"

The city lord of Heyang was stunned for a moment, and before he could react, he saw a terrifying sword light in the sky dragging the tail flame.

The sword light is in full bloom, and the sun is dim.

Mo Yu smiled and waved his sleeves, and the speed of the Pure Yang Sword plummeted, turning into light and falling, and finally stopped in front of him.

Thundered!

At this time, there was a rolling thunder sound in the sky, and everyone was trembling.

Mu Zixin reacted the fastest, and when she saw this fairy sword, her eyes lit up and said, "It's Senior Lu's Pure Yang Sword." "

She immediately wondered, "Didn't Senior Lu sacrifice this sword to hunt down the Demon Monarch before?"

The Heyang City Lord also reacted, and said in surprise: "Could it be that the Demon Monarch has been killed, but now it has only been less than two quarters of an hour......"

Before he finished speaking, Mo Yu smiled and said, "The Plague King has been eliminated." "

Naturally, no one questioned his words, the city lord of Heyang and Mu Zixin were happy at first, and then surprised, a sword tracked thousands of miles, and took the life of the demon monarch in the air, such magical powers, they only heard of them in myths and legends.

While sighing, he was more respectful to Mo Yu.

Especially the city lord of Heyang, his attitude was even more humble, he said secretly: "Senior Lu's strength is unfathomable, and he is also a strong person in the Supreme Realm, my immortal road is cut off, and he is said to be the lord of Heyang City, but in fact he is the one who was abandoned by the Three Rivers faction.

If you can get the protection of Senior Lu, you can renew the immortal path, repair the dark wounds in your body, and take another step.

Although the predecessors came from mythology and had enmity with the Senluo Palace, the powerhouses of the Supreme Realm, even in the Senluo Palace, were extremely rare, and now it seems that the myth is unfathomable, and there is no such shop in this village. "

He thought about it for a moment, and he desperately wanted to hug Mo Yu's thigh.

But he understands that if he says too much, he will lose, and if he says too much, it will not be worth the loss if he annoys the other party.

He kept his mouth shut, waiting for the right opportunity to make further efforts.

And the reason why Mo Yu was sure that the plague monarch was completely dead came from the prompt of the system, and the voice of the plague monarch sounded in his mind a moment ago.

And there is a reward of 100,000 luck value.

These luck values don't seem to be much in Mo Yu now, but they make him feel good.

After all, the task itself is equivalent to giving it away for nothing.

The fingers of his right hand were brought together, and the Pure Yang Sword roared softly, returning to the scabbard on his back.

At the same time, the golden light at the end of the sword dissipated, and the dark green beads wrapped in it fell, which was noticed by Mo Yu and raised his hand to catch it.

"What is this?" asked the Heyang City Lord at the right time.

Mo Yu didn't speak, and quietly used the treasure appreciation technique.

"The Plague Bead, the power of the origin condensed by the Ancient Plague Monarch's cultivation for countless years, contains 129,600 different diseases, once spread, the consequences are unimaginable.

It can be recycled, and the value of exchange gas is 500,000. "

Mo Yu was slightly stunned at first, and then overjoyed, which was really unexpected.

The 500,000 qi luck value is worthy of being the origin of the plague king, and all the losses he lost when he transformed into Lu Dongbin came back immediately.

Coupled with the 100,000 yuan that was rewarded before, I also earned a lot.

He flipped his hand and put away the plague bead, and said calmly: "This is the remnant of the plague king, containing 129,600 terrible plagues, I need to take back the myth seal." "

The city lord of Heyang and everyone were frightened when they heard this, and some people subconsciously retreated, showing fear on their faces.

The city lord of Heyang was even more panicked: "Senior Lu, don't let the plague in this bead leak." "

Mo Yu smiled and was about to speak, when a prayer sounded in his ears.

He listened attentively, and his name was being recited.

It is Yang Jian's name.