Fantasy: I can transform into a mythical character

Time goes forward a little.

It was about the time when Mo Yu made trouble in the Huangquan Mountains as Nezha.

The other side.

Prison State, the mountain range where the Senluo Temple is located.

The fog is shrouded, and as far as the eye can see, it is barren and full of evil spirits.

This kind of place is a poor mountain and bad water for righteous path practitioners, but for Senluo Temple, it is a real holy place for cultivation.

Under the continuous mountain range, there are all kinds of poisons naturally bred, and there are many monsters wandering, and there are not many heavenly treasures with yin attributes.

Every year, there are disciples who have adventures in the mountains.

More of them, of course, are gone, turning into a nameless skeleton in a ravine.

The people of Senluo Hall didn't care, they chose disciples to raise Gu, and if they were in danger while exploring treasures, they could only blame themselves for not being proficient in learning, and they were not the disciples they needed.

Even the countless monsters under the mountain range were intentionally left behind.

And on the main peak everywhere, there is a Senran palace towering, and there are thirty-six halls of Senluo.

In addition to the deepest main hall, every hundred miles, there is a peak, on which there are palaces, of different sizes.

Today, on a mountain not far from the highest palace, a ray of light suddenly rose into the sky, and the pitch-black light was pervasive, and there was a demonic qi spreading.

The entire mountain trembled under this demonic aura, and a flock of crows with blood-red eyes turned back in unison, which was extremely weird.

These crows' bodies are larger than normal, and they are wrapped in dead air, apparently feeding on human flesh on weekdays.

Even in the face of this earth-shattering demonic aura, these crows were not afraid, but gathered as if they had been attracted by some kind of attraction, and landed on the treetops on the mountain peaks, adding a curtain to the already gloomy mountains.

The demonic aura is soaring, and it dissipates extremely quickly.

Inside the palace, there was a dark ghost fire burning on the wall, and two elders in black robes stood in the hall, seeing that the demonic qi dissipated, they all showed surprised expressions.

In a moment, a black mist appeared on the seat of the main hall, and then the black mist converged and turned into an old man.

The two elders immediately bowed: "Congratulations to the hall master for breaking through the second heavenly ladder of the Supreme Realm, congratulations." "

The old man was obviously in a good mood, and said with a smile: "The road to heaven is difficult and difficult, but fortunately, with the blessing of the ancestors, I finally crossed the second ladder." "

He then asked, "By the way, did anything happen during my retreat?"

"Uh......" The two elders were dumbfounded, looking at each other with tangled and hesitant expressions.

The old man immediately understood that something had happened, and said with a smile: "What's the matter, but it's okay to say, is it unintentional to cause trouble again?"

A cold sweat faintly broke out on an elder's forehead, and he said carefully, "Hall Master...... Thirty-six hall lords...... Killed. "

"What?" the old man's gaze froze, and a terrifying aura emanated from him, and the palace trembled.

Wail...... Wail......

Outside the temple, a flock of crows cried and spread their wings.

The old man took a deep breath, and his voice became cold: "Who did it?"

The elder said cautiously, "The mythical Nezha." "

"Huh?" the old man frowned, suspecting that he had misheard.

Who is this man?

What kind of organization is a myth?

What happened during my retreat?

Fortunately, the elder also knew, and hurriedly explained: "The myth is a mysterious organization that has recently appeared, its whereabouts are secret, and its strength is extremely strong, Nezha is the first of them to appear, in addition to Yang Jian, I heard a few days ago that there is another person who claims to be a pure yang real person, and he is also a person from their organization." "

The old man groaned, he roughly understood, but the matter still confused him.

After thinking about him, he said: "Wuxin is my apprentice, but he is also the thirty-six hall master of the sect, he was killed, even if I haven't come out of retreat, what are the other hall masters doing?"

The elder replied, "The main hall master has not yet come out of retreat, and now it is the second hall master who is in charge of the Senluo Palace. "

The old man's brows furrowed even deeper, and at the same time there was a hint of disgust, and he sneered: "Second hall master, I see, but I didn't expect him to even want the face of the Senluo Hall because of his personal grudge with me, and a hall master was killed, and he didn't want to send someone to chase and kill, since this is the case, the hall master can only ......"

Before he could finish speaking, the elder said carefully, "The Second Hall Lord has sent someone to hunt down the murderer. "

"......" The Seven Hall Lord looked at him with an expressionless face.

Can't you finish it all at once?

His eyes were faint, and a dangerous glint flashed in his eyes.

The elder seemed to realize that something was wrong, and said quickly: "The pursuers are the thirteenth hall master and the twelfth hall master, Nezha is nowhere to be found, but there is news of another person in the myth, Yang Jian, the two hall masters chased after them, but they both fell into each other's hands. "

"What did you say?" The old man was startled, and subconsciously stood up, the invisible pressure spread, and the two elders suddenly trembled.

The next moment, he noticed that he had overreacted, so he restrained Yu Wei and said in a deep voice: "This Yang Jian can actually kill the two of them?"

His face was cloudy, and he continued to ask after a while: "After that, the second hall master didn't ask the top-ranked hall master to make a move?"

The elder who replied shook his head: "No, the second hall master just sent these news, saying that he would inform the hall master of everything after the hall master came out." "

The old man had regained his composure, sat down again, and sneered: "The second hall master has a good calculation, this is to borrow my hand to test the truth of this myth." "

His eyes were slightly condensed, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

If he can cultivate to this point, he is naturally not a fool, and he can make the second hall master so jealous, and this myth must also be extraordinary.

This may not simply be a temptation by his hand, but more likely a murder by a knife.

As for whether to kill the myth by his knife or by the knife of the myth, it is difficult to say.

He pondered for a moment and said, "Is there any more detailed information about the organization of mythology, such as the strength of each of them, and more details, the hall master wants." "

The elder hurriedly said: "Yes, the second hall master has been sending people to keep an eye on Yang Jian, but he doesn't dare to get too close, although he lost it in the direction of the Three Rivers Sect, he also collected the information of the pure yang real person, and his subordinates will present it to the hall master." "

He got up and left, and quickly ordered to go down, but in a moment the information was presented.

The old man picked up the pages and flipped them open, sometimes groaning, sometimes frowning.

There wasn't much information, and he quickly flipped through it, closing his eyes and saying nothing.

The entire hall fell into an eerie silence.

The two elders didn't dare to make a strange noise below.

I don't know how long it took, the Lord of the Seven Halls opened his eyes and said solemnly: "Mythology, Ancient Divine Court?"