Fantasy: I can transform into a mythical character

Araku is not an opponent, but now Lu Zhudao is also there.

It's not entirely impossible.

At this time, the pair of evil and bloodthirsty Danfeng eyes of the spirit who were incomparably outstanding in appearance and temperament had already looked at Lu Zhudao at this moment.

The lips that had been deliberately smeared blood-red hooked into a wicked smile.

"Who is my Tao, it turned out to be a three-legged golden crow. "

The tone was somewhat contemptuous.

In fact, although the heels and backgrounds of the Charm Spirit are not low, they cannot be compared with the three-legged golden crow at all.

Even when the Eastern Emperor Taiyi and the Demon Emperor Jun were born together in the middle of the day, this ghost was not there at all.

But at this time, Wei Ling relied on himself to be a big Luo, and he was not afraid of Lu Zhudao who was just a golden immortal.

At this time, the latter also chuckled, slightly indifferent.

"When, some ghosts and ghosts also dare to be presumptuous in front of the poor road. "

"Huh. "

The spirit sneered, but it sounded as good as a silver bell.

"The three-legged golden crow, sure enough, is really a proud family, and the face of no one in the face has seen it today.

It's just a pity that after the Great War of the Ancient Lich, the Eastern Emperor and the Demon Emperor died tragically.

There are only ten descendants left by the Demon Emperor Jun.

It's a pity that you three-legged golden crows don't know how to restrain and are still arrogant.

The ten little golden crows turned into ten rounds of the great sun to endanger the world, and were shot by the great witch Houyi.

If it weren't for the Heavenly Dao's intention to shelter, I'm afraid that the last one would die.

It's not easy for the three-legged golden crow to survive until now......"

The voice of the spirit was beautiful, but the meaning of ridicule and ridicule in the words was not hidden at all.

"And you're probably the last golden crow to survive.

Yo, thinking about it this way, you are still the prince of the Golden Crow!"

There was a burst of yin and yang weirdness, but he saw through the identity of Lu Zhudao.

Lu Jian was one of the ten golden crows that turned into the swaying sun in ancient mythology, and his brothers and sisters were shot to death by the descendants of the Great Witch nine times one after another.

And only one Golden Crow is left, which is naturally the Prince of the Golden Crow.

It is true that in the Dongxuan Great World, the first mythical secret realm that Su Qingying discovered was the Golden Crow Prince Palace.

And it was also the beginning of the dojo of the Lu Jian Daoist, but after the Lich War, the three-legged golden crow declined, and the so-called Golden Crow Prince Hall naturally became a ruin.

The spirit swept over Lu Zhudao's body, and his beautiful eyes like peach blossoms narrowed slightly.

"It's really ridiculous, I didn't expect that the three-legged golden crow, which was once high, is now wearing the clothes of the Daomen.

Why, dare to ask Prince Jinwu if he forgot his book and took refuge in Daomen?"

"Stinky woman, you don't twitter crookedly!"

The spirit was so yin and yang and weird ridicule, but the desolation on the side couldn't stand it, and immediately scolded back.

As the ridiculed 'protagonist', Lu Jian had a calm face, as if he didn't care about the various remarks of this ghost.

It is true that after all, in Lu Quan's body now, it is Mo Yu's soul.

Whether it's the Lich War, or some of the racial glory of the Three-Legged Golden Crow, it's always a little weaker than the real land pressure.

Of course, even if the real land pressure is again, it is estimated that this is the kind of performance.

You can't get angry or even lose your mind because of one or two taunts from the enemy.

It's just the act of fools.

And the wilderness is that he can't look past it and help each other.

In fact, this peerless powerhouse named Wilderness, when he was a teenager and even a milk doll, compared to his strength, his mouth fighting skills are not low.

"Stinky woman, you won't be able to laugh when you hit it later!"

"You don't need Lu Daoyou to set fire, Bendi can blow you up with one punch!"

"Also, can you wear more!"

"Dress like this! Bendi still thinks you're doing!"

The barren mouth is really ruthless enough.

It was that Ling Ling who heard it at this time, and a pair of good-looking peach blossom eyes suddenly narrowed into a slit.

There were green tendons on his forehead, and he was obviously furious in his heart.

The killing intent is more obvious, and it is more undisguised.

And Lu Jian glanced at the wilderness at this time, and there was some surprise in his eyes.

At this time, he squinted his eyes and said: "After all, the ghost spirit is just a ghost spirit, when you come to this heaven and ten thousand worlds, you little spirit spirit has not learned other skills, but the sour taste of not being able to eat grapes is real for poor Dao." "

Lu Jian spoke out and began to fight back.

"And what if the poor Dao enters the Dao Gate, it's not just that......"

As he spoke, Lu Pressure manifested a halo behind his head, but it was the light of Buddhism.

"Poor Dao has also entered the Western Heaven Buddhism, the Three Realms of Mythology, who doesn't know the name of my Great Day!"

It is true that in myths and stories, Lu Jian is a good mix.

After the Lich War, the fall of the three-legged golden crow is already an ironclad fact, and it is the last golden crow in the mythical world.

Land pressure obviously has its own way of survival.

He wears a Taoist robe, but he does not worship in the three sects of Taoism, and usually considers himself a poor Taoist, looking like an idle Taoist.

In the war of the gods, he stirred up the wind and rain, made a wave of ruthlessness, and even brushed a wave of existence.

The mighty of God, the nailhead seven arrows book and the immortal flying knife are even more known to everyone.

And after the canonization of the gods, the sage of the sect was severely pitted, and only the doctrine of the sect was taught without class.

Humans, gods, ghosts, and demons can all worship the sect.

But after being consecrated as a god, the Tongtian Sect Master was uncomfortable, and naturally he had no intention of accepting disciples.

And people teach inaction, and people teach saints to be full of calculations to have such an apprentice as the Xuandu Grand Master.

As for the teachings, not to mention, the primitive saint had a pain in his head when he saw a different kind, and he hated to kill it with his own hands.

In the end, Lu Jian not only did not make the list of gods, but also got on the big ship of Western Heaven Buddhism, which can be regarded as having a backstage.

Its status in Buddhism is not low, and it has been named the Great Ri Rulai!

This is a Buddha!

The land pressure of the later generations of mythology, to be precise, is the time of the West, I am afraid that he will have a quasi-holy realm, and in terms of means and strength, he is not weak.

Although it is not as good as some of the old quasi-saints in mythology.

But a quasi-saint is a quasi-saint, and the status is so noble that ordinary people can't reach it.

Of course, now due to the limitations of the system, the land pressure that Mo Yu changed at this time did not reach the time of the later Mythical Journey to the West.

But these spirits naturally don't understand, God knows how many years ago when Rahu arrived here.

At the beginning of time, at the beginning of the mythical wilderness, Rahu failed to fight for heaven and disappeared into the mythical world.

If you count according to that time, the things of the myth of the way of the spirit in the future are the ghosts.

And this is also the reason why although Lu Ling called out Lu Quan's identity at this time, she obviously didn't know Lu Quan.

In short, whatever Mo Yu says is what it is.

Sure enough, it was Da Ri Rulai and Western Heavens Buddhism, and she couldn't understand it.

His face suddenly turned black.