Fantasy: I can transform into a mythical character

"Someone's calling for help?"

Mo Yu reacted quickly, his gaze was slightly condensed, and he had switched to the perspective of a god.

There are countless points of light around him, each of which represents a believer.

He had previously blocked out the prayers of ordinary believers to him, and only a few people could hear them directly in his ears.

Sure enough, a point of light quickly expanded in front of him, this was a magnificent city, even more expansive than Heyang City.

There are many houses, high-rise buildings and pavilions, and it is very prosperous.

Yunyuan City.

That is, the city where Tianjizi is located.

The one who recites his honorable name and asks for help is undoubtedly Tianjizi.

Through his perspective, Mo Yu also sensed that something was wrong.

The sky is dark, layers of dark clouds are gathering, and mountain rain is coming.

Just through Tianjizi's perspective, Mo Yu could feel the pressure in the air.

As the wind swept and there was a torrential rain, the whole world was shrouded in torrential rain.

That's not all, from the inside of the city, there are thousands of huge waves around the city wall, flooding, turning into rolling waves to wrap Yunyuan City.

The waves jump up and form wave after wave, which can fall at any time and submerge the entire city.

At this scene, all the faces of everyone in the city turned pale, as if the end was near.

In the clouds, a figure in a black robe stood, looking indifferently at the beings in the city.

"Hand over the myth, or the water will flood the abyss. "

His voice was indifferent, as if he had no emotion, and he only said this sentence, but there were cascading voices echoing between heaven and earth, becoming more and more vast and shocking.

"Hand over the myth, or the clouds will flood in a quarter of an hour. "

"Hand over the myth, or the clouds will flood in a quarter of an hour. "

The mighty voice echoed between heaven and earth, and it did not disperse for a long time.

The people of the city panicked, and most of them came to the streets, gathered together and looked at the sky.

Some people change color, some people have weak legs, and many more are desperate.

Some of them asked, "Who is the myth?"

"Who is the myth?"

Naturally, no one answered.

Tianjizi was also in the city at this time, and when he saw this scene, he panicked to the extreme, and hurriedly recited Yang Jian's honorific name for help.

"Nine Hell Dragons!" Mo Yu's gaze condensed slightly, although the other party turned into a human form, he was too familiar with that unique temperament.

How could he have found Yunyuan City?

The doubts in Mo Yu's heart flashed away.

He didn't delay, and said indifferently through the light: "Got it." "

He then turned off the many points of light, identified the direction, and then turned away.

......

In Yunyuan City, not long after Tianjizi pronounced the honorable name, Yang Jian's echo sounded in his ears.

"Got it. "

The tone is indifferent, as if everything is under control.

Tianjizi suddenly felt at ease, and he was no longer afraid of the huge waves surrounding the entire city, but had a lively mentality.

Linglong, who was beside him, had a pale face at this time, but her perception was keen, and she noticed the change in her master at the first time.

Puzzled: "Master, why do you suddenly have confidence?"

Tianjizi smiled: "You will know if you look at it." "

The threatening voice of the Nine Hell Dragons was still echoing, and the people in Yunyuan City panicked to the extreme.

They asked around for news about the myth, whether it was a single person or a group of people.

But nothing came of it.

Recently, all kinds of novel myths that have been widely circulated in the city are still a minority among the large population, even if some people find them novel.

What's more, they can't connect the two things either.

Tianjizi is cautious, and any story told by Mr. Storyteller only tells characters and stories, and does not explicitly say that it is for the promotion of mythological organizations.

Stories such as the opening of the world by Yuan Shi Tianzun are only heard by most people as fresh stories and never taken seriously.

The other party can't always be looking for characters in the story, right?

This is the asymmetry of information.

For most of the people at the bottom of this world, they were all mortals, and they would not be able to access the world of cultivators for the rest of their lives.

For them, the Senluo Palace, the Huangquan Sect, and even the Desolate Ancient Demon Monarch, all of this was too far away, and there was no sense of reality at all.

Most of the people in Yunyuan City didn't even know that an organization called Mythology had appeared, let alone that the story of Erlang Zhenjun subduing demons that they heard every day had indeed appeared in this world.

After all, the cultivation world and ordinary people live in two worlds.

Just when the people in the city were anxious like ants on a hot pot, in a gorgeous building like a palace in the city, a figure rose to the sky, leaving the ground and heading to the sky.

This is an old man, and after seeing his figure, some people below let out a sound of surprise.

"It's an elder of the Yunyuan Sect. "

"Yun Yuan sent someone, thank God. "

"It's the Yunshan Elder stationed in the city, the powerhouse of the Six Heavens of the Cave Heaven Realm, we have been saved. "

Under the cheers of everyone in the city, the old man came to the air, first looked at the huge waves rising on all sides, and then looked at the indifferent figure in the clouds, and sighed in his heart.

He is an elder of the Yunyuan Sect, and his status is not low.

There is no city lord in Yunyuan City, he is equivalent to the actual master here, and is responsible for the daily management of Yunyuan City.

Taking a deep breath, he raised his voice and said, "In the Lower Yunyuan Sect Yunshan, who dare to ask Dao Friend, why did he do this thing that hurt the heavens and peace?"

The gaze of the Nine Hell Dragons said coldly: "Hand over the mythical person, otherwise in a moment, the whole city will be buried." "

Yun Shan was suddenly in trouble, he knew more than ordinary people, and he also knew that a mysterious organization called Mythology had recently appeared in the cultivation world.

But because the time was too short, I didn't pay attention to it.

He didn't know about the myths that had been circulating in the city lately.

To a cultivator like him, ordinary people are almost the same as ants, except for those who have cultivation talents, the rest can't even be counted as the same kind.

I don't pay attention to this on weekdays.

He said loudly: "Daoist friends are afraid that there is a misunderstanding, Yunyuan City is the territory of my Yunyuan faction, but there are no mythical people, if Daoist friends are looking for revenge, I am afraid that they have come to the wrong place." "

"Noise!"

The Nine Hell Dragon's eyes froze, and his voice was full of impatience.

He snorted coldly and pointed towards Yunshan with one hand.

Rumble!

I saw the sky explode, and a thunderbolt the thickness of a bucket fell, and the thunder was pregnant with dirty water, and even dirty thunder.

Elder Yunshan was shocked, the secret path was not good, but it was too late.

The speed of the thunder was too fast for him to imagine.

He could only grit his teeth and raise it with one hand to meet it as a cloud barrier.

Silently, his barrier was corroded and shattered in an instant, and the thunder light penetrated his body, and before he could even let out a scream, he was completely swallowed by the thunder.

"Hand over the myths, you have half an hour to go. "

The cold voice of the Nine Hell Dragons sounded again, like a countdown to the Last Judgment.