Fantasy: I can transform into a mythical character

With the experience of the Tomb of the Heavenly Monarch of Shenxiao, Mo Yu knew that this kind of fog was extremely special.

People who are in it will have a sense of spatial disorganization, and if they are not connected to each other by something, even if they are close to each other, they may be separated in a trance.

That's why he tied the wrists of the two of them with a chaotic aya.

As for Changqingzi, he directly ignored it.

Anyway, this person doesn't matter at all.

Seeing him walking forward, Changqingzi immediately panicked.

He is still a master in Dongxuanzhou, and with Qingtian Teng, he can fight against most of the strong people.

But after coming to the Nine Shadows, he found that he was extremely weak in this realm.

Don't say it's him, even if it's his master, who has cultivated to a true immortal, he has to be careful in Jiuyou.

Now that he is lost in the reincarnation city, he doesn't know what happened to his master and brother.

Seeing the figures of the three people getting farther away, he hurriedly shouted: "Wait for me." "

Immediately followed.

He moved forward quickly, caught up with Mo Yu's figure, made sure that there was always his presence in his eyes, and said with a smile on his face: "Nezha Xiaoyou, I have a relationship with the mythical Monkey King, and I am also a friend. "

Mo Yu glanced at him, saw his pitiful appearance, smiled secretly in his heart, and said: "I've seen that monkey, like this, then it's okay to follow, but you pay more attention yourself, if something really goes wrong, I can't take care of you." "

Changqingzi was overjoyed in his heart, and nodded busily, indicating that he would never hold back.

Then the four of them moved all the way, and in the vast fog, the other three couldn't tell the direction at all.

But the deeper they got, the greater the pressure in their hearts, and they always feel that there is a terrifying existence hidden in the fog, which may be pounced on at any time.

Mo Yuyi's expression was solemn, and he used the perception of one gas to transform the three clears, and then he pursued all the way to the depths.

I don't know how long I walked, Mo Yu's footsteps suddenly stopped.

"Nezha, what's wrong?" asked Yueji for the first time.

Mo Yu let go of Chaotian Aya and said in a deep voice: "Wait." "

"Wait?" the three of them were puzzled at the same time.

Out of trust in Nezha, Yueji and Zhou Xiao did not ask.

Changqingzi wanted to ask, but seeing the reaction of the two Yueji, he obediently closed his mouth.

After a short time together, he noticed that Nezha's personality was not very easy to get along with.

The four of them stopped where they were, and after about a moment, suddenly the fog shook.

A sense of crisis surged in the hearts of the three of them, only to feel that something terrible was about to happen.

Rumble!

There was a loud bang, and then a figure flew upside down from the mist.

His speed was extremely fast, and although he was flying upside down, his figure flipped in mid-air and landed on the ground, taking three steps back before he could stand firm.

This is an old man, with white hair and hair, and he looks fairy-like, but at the moment he is even more embarrassed.

Chang Qingzi recognized him for the first time and exclaimed, "Master?"

When the old man heard this, he turned his head and saw the four of them as well, showing a surprised expression: "Changqingzi, why are you here?"

He immediately thought of something, and immediately added: "Hurry up, this is not the place to talk." "

Changqingzi's performance was relatively indifferent, and after knowing that Nezha was a mythical person, his heart was much more stable.

Especially knowing that Monkey King was also in this city, he was even more relieved in his heart.

In the divine court, the performance of the Great Sage left an indelible impression on her.

When he saw that there was only Qing Xuzi alone, he asked, "Master, where is my senior brother?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a gust of wind blew, and the thick fog dispersed a little, only to see a figure shrouded in darkness walk out of it.

He had a gloomy face, more than a foot tall, a dead face, green fangs, and eight longer arms on his body, and he escaped a demon who had come out of hell.

There was a thick dark entanglement on the demon's body, which lingered like an appendage.

When Changqingzi saw him, he vaguely saw a sense of familiarity in the outline, his face changed sharply, and he lost his voice: "Master, is he a senior brother?"

Qingxuzi sighed, knowing that it was too late to escape, so he could only assume a posture to fight.

He said in a deep voice, "After we were separated from you, we wandered in the fog and accidentally alarmed a monster in the fog.

That monster is so terrible that it's not even a rival to a teacher. Your brother and I fled all the way, and in a panic we saw a house in the fog and hid in it.

There was a dining table in the room, and when your brother and I entered, the food was warm and the chopsticks were messy, as if someone had just eaten.

But my brother and you searched inside and out, but we didn't see anyone.

Then, we notice the food on the table. "

His face was ugly, as if he remembered something bad: "Those foods are very tempting, just one glance can not suppress the urge to eat, for the teacher almost couldn't hold back, your senior brother is lower than the teacher, eat the food on the table." "

"And then he became what he is now?"

Suddenly a voice came from the side, Qing Xuzi was stunned, and looked in the direction of the sound source.

Then he saw a three-year-old child, armed with a spear several times taller than himself, staring intently at the eight-armed dark monster.

Seeing that he was puzzled, Changqingzi hurriedly said: "Master, he is Nezha, a man of mythology. "

Qing Xuzi showed a sudden expression, but the puzzled expression did not subside.

On the contrary, he muttered in his heart, how did mythology make a little doll come to Jiuyou?

He didn't go to the Divine Court, he hadn't seen the methods of the Jade Ding Zhenren and the Monkey King, and although he had heard Changqingzi's praise of the myth, he thought it was an exaggeration.

In addition, he has cultivated to a true immortal, and he thinks that he is the top figure in Dongxuanzhou, even a mythical person may not be stronger than him.

Just as he was thinking, the eight-armed monster suddenly let out a low roar, and the top two arms raised up at the same time.

With a bang, a tremendous pressure erupted, and the power that was extremely strong exploded, and the dark light mixed with the mist, turning into an invisible hand of destruction and slamming down.

The space trembled, and this palm carried a strong intention of depravity, decay, and destruction, and everyone present was terrified at the same time.

Qingxuzi said loudly: "Be careful, the strength of this monster is extremely strong, and it is above the true immortal, the old man stops him, Changqingzi, you take them first." "

As he spoke, a clear light bloomed in his palm, and he met the great hand of destruction in the sky.

Seeing this, Mo Yu's eyes were slightly empty, and after thinking about it, he didn't stop it, but took a step back, revealing an expression of watching the play.

Qingguang collided with the palm of destruction, and the indescribable power exploded, and was directly absorbed by the surrounding fog.

Qing Xuzi snorted, and his figure fell like a broken kite, and with a bang, he smashed the ground into a crack, and the corners of his mouth spilled blood.

"Blocked, the foundation is good. Mo Yu opened his mouth to comment, and he did not shy away from anything.

Qing Xuzi was forcibly suppressing the surging blood, and when he heard this, he instantly raised his head, and saw that the four of them were indifferent, and said in shock: "Why don't you leave?"

As soon as he asked a question, the eight-armed monster struck again, this time he shook one arm and shook it, and the dark aura turned into a pitch-black magic mace, swinging downward, and the heavens and the earth cried.

A pitch-black energy fell, destroying everything, and even the fog was torn apart by this energy.

Qingxuzi looked desperate: "It's over." "

Nezha held the fire-tipped spear, stepped forward, and was about to make a move, when he suddenly remembered something and said with a smile: "Monkey, you still don't make a move?"