Fantasy: I can transform into a mythical character

For thousands of years, it is impossible for the cultivation of the barren to stand still.

is the pride of the sky, and at this time, the strength is even more terrifying than before the ten thousand shares.

In fact, it was land pressure that did not occur.

Huang also intends to challenge this spirit in a thousand years or ten thousand years.

He can't stay here 'for the rest of his life'.

Moreover, even if you stay here, what you are waiting for will eventually perish.

As long as he is not detached, he cannot sweep through the darkness.

It's very simple.

And if he is trapped here forever, let alone the path of transcendence, I am afraid that he will not be able to kill this spirit.

After all, the way for dark creatures to improve their strength is always much faster than his hard cultivation.

And in the face of the opponent who had killed him, there was no fear on his face at this time, on the contrary, he had high fighting spirit!

"Kill!"

A killing word fell, and the wilderness was now invincible, and while rushing towards the spirit, mysterious symbols appeared around him.

Randomly transform into the shadow of a true dragon, a true phoenix, and a kunpeng again.

Those were the three great treasures he had learned, similar to the mythical supernatural powers.

In an instant, his blood was boiling like a burning furnace.

Its mana boiled, and its speed soared all at once.

With the three major treasures in his body, his combat power can skyrocket, and there is no limit.

The desolate erupted, and his right hand opened in the air, and the divine sword that he had left on the desolate star returned to his hand in an instant.

"Boom!"

There was a sword roar, and a brilliant sword light pointed directly at the spirit.

"Wild, it's still a sword cultivator. "

In the distance, Lu Zhudao was stunned at first when he saw this, and then smiled.

But soon, he was speechless.

But I saw that although Na Huang was holding the terrifying divine sword with the breath of time, there was no routine at all between its swings.

It's like having a peerless supernatural power, but you don't have the knack to use its power at all.

So in Mo Yu's eyes, Huang was simply slashing and stabbing with that ancient divine sword.

This method may be effective against other strong people, but it is absolutely ineffective in the face of spirits.

After all, from mythology and experience in fighting methods, Wei Ling still has an absolute advantage.

And sure enough, Huang seemed to be desperate, and after barely fighting with the spirit for hundreds of moves, his physical strength and the aura in his body were a little sluggish.

At this time, Huang was already dismantled with a cloak, and his body was even more bloodstained, obviously he had suffered a lot of injuries.

And his desperate style of play, Lu Jian can't help.

After all, at this time, there is a kind of momentum of playing with life and not distinguishing between friends and enemies.

And it is this momentum that can support him and Wei Ling to fight until now.

There are countless scars on the body, all of which were grabbed alive by the claws of the spirit.

"Roar!"

At this time, there was a long roar, and he turned into a giant with the same tens of thousands of feet, which was his Dharma body, which was a kind of treasure art similar to the mythical Buddhism to show the Dharma of Buddhism.

Then, between the flashes of runes around his body, he even urged all kinds of secret techniques, spurting a few mouthfuls of blood.

Obviously, these secret techniques hurt him a lot, but the effect was obvious, and the strength that burst out at this time was even stronger.

As a result, two giants of tens of thousands of feet fought again in this starry sky.

"I used to look down on this spirit. "

In the distance, Mo Yu, who was watching the battle, couldn't help but pout, he thought that this spirit already had the realm of Mythical Daluo.

But at this time, it seems that it is far from it, and it is obvious that it is only through the characteristics of the dark creatures that have turned into after coming to this world, forcibly allowing his own strength to reach the peak of the Golden Immortal.

And even if it is only one step away from Da Luo, this step is like a curse, and the gap is not a little bit.

Nor can it be described in a few words.

This gives the wilderness a little chance, otherwise in the face of the mythical Da Luo, no matter how desperate he is, it will only be in vain.

Of course, in Mo Yu's view, the chance of famine is not great.

After all, it is a spirit with a good heel, and after all, it is a mythical golden immortal.

Now that they have become dark creatures, the way they fight has also changed a little.

is not as good as the original mythical world, the two sides first smashed the magic weapon indiscriminately.

Of course, in Mo Yu's impression, this ghost spirit does not have any magic weapon that can be used.

"Roar!"

A dragon groaned, and the heavens were shaken.

The right arm of the wild turned into a true dragon and slaughtered directly at the spirit.

He had fought to the point of madness, and apparently he knew that if he didn't take advantage of the situation, he would definitely be defeated.

So, he used his own treasure skills with all his might, wanting to kill the spirit.

As soon as the shadow of the True Dragon Fist came out, it was easily stopped by Wei Ling, and it let out a disdainful sneer.

Of course, at this time, the voice of the spirit still has the appearance of a silver bell before, like a ghost crying wolf.

"It's even more eternal, and in front of this protector, you are still as weak as an ant!"

The spirit sneered, the ominous aura turbulent, and darkness shrouded it.

Her magic hand slapped the top of the real dragon's head.

"Whew!"

The real dragon screamed, but it was directly exploded on the spot.

And Araku didn't care about it, the spiritual energy in his body surged out, and his other arm turned into a crimson true phoenix.

The right arm waved again, and the real dragon reappeared, and the hands were intertwined.

In the starry sky, a vision of a dragon and a phoenix dancing together appeared in an instant, and his fist was even more incomparable, smashing towards the spirit.

But in the face of the spirit that was obviously much stronger than him, all desperate attacks were in vain.

The darkness surged around the spirit, as if it had turned into an indestructible armor of darkness outside of its body.

She directly ignored the fist qi with the power of the true dragon and the true phoenix, raised a kick, and kicked it directly on the chest.

"Phew!"

The desolate vomited blood and retreated, and his breath suddenly withered to the extreme.

After receiving a kick from the spirit, he really unloaded the momentum that he had been carrying in his heart.

Then there was a thud and it landed on a certain star.

"Boom!"

The star exploded directly, but fortunately there were no living beings on it.

And Huang reluctantly raised his head, his eyes were facing Lu Jian in the distance, and a wry smile rose at the corner of his mouth.

That's pretty clear.

'Bendi is no longer good, and the next thing is up to Daoyou. ’

Mo Yu patted his head with some melancholy in his heart, this absurdity is really personal.

In fact, it is better to fight so hard than to join forces.

Otherwise, you must always take care of the other party, and I am afraid that you will not be able to exert the strongest combat effectiveness.

And Wei Ling 'solved' the desolation at this time, and his cold eyes looked directly at Lu Press.

Obviously, she also knew that if she didn't solve the land pressure, she would definitely have no chance to kill the wilderness.

At this time, Lu Jian didn't even look at her, and the golden crow fire wings behind him spread, and he came to the side of the wild in an instant.

Then, without saying a word, he took out a golden pill and stuffed it into Ara's mouth.

On the golden pill, there are obviously six clear divine patterns.

It's actually a six-grade golden pill!