Fantasy: I can transform into a mythical character

Mo Yu's shot was too sudden, and the power was even greater.

Under one shot, not only did the mountain peak collapse, but the flames carried spread even more than a hundred miles, and even the mountain rocks had to melt.

But in the firelight, there was no unintentional figure.

"It's fast. "

Mo Yu muttered, turned his gaze, and looked into the distance.

When he saw

Sen Luo's anger soaring to the sky, he saw that the demonic atmosphere was monstrous, and a figure appeared like a ghost.

The black-robed old man in the sky chuckled: "The master of the Wuxin Hall cultivates the method of Senluo Tianzhong, and no one in the outside realm can keep up with his speed, plus the radius of thousands of miles is shrouded by Senluo Ling, turning into the home field of the underworld, and it is more blessed for his speed, so Nezha is not worried." "

"All things are gone!".

As soon as he appeared, he was slapped out with a palm, and he was furious in his heart, although he reacted quickly and got out in time, but in the first moment, he was indeed scared out of a cold sweat.

Goodbye to the power of Mo Yu's shot, if he is really hit, he will also be injured.

With one palm, the heaven and earth are dim, and the temperature of the

heaven and earth plummets, even if the fire around them is ignited, they can't feel the slightest temperature.

A pitch-black palm print, destroying the sky, destroying the earth, destroying the gods, destroying people, and destroying ghosts!

There is only this dark palm print light left in the heaven and earth, and under the terrifying power, everything trembles.

"Well done. Mo Yu's eyes froze, and a sense of excitement surged in his heart, he was eager for a hearty battle.

This is the instinct from the demon pill

Nezha, as the reincarnation of the demon pill, itself represents destruction and destruction, and there is an instinctive impulse to fight.

In the original plot, once Nezha lifts all seals, he will be dominated by instinct and turn into a demon boy who only knows how to destroy.

The spear clenched, and a shot shot shot out of the soft shout.

Combined with the characteristics of the fire-tipped spear itself, the scorching flame rose up, and as it was wielded like a big sun, it was held by him, burning the sky.

In the next moment, the palm print collided with the great sun.

In the roar, thousands of miles of dark space were illuminated, and a scene like the end of the world appeared, as if the world had collapsed.

Flames continued to fall like stars, and the earth cracked, revealing a winding canyon that stretched endlessly.

At the same time, a strange force came from the mountain range where the mausoleum was located, and the winding canyon came to an abrupt end as it spread to the main peaks.

And in the sky, the two forces collided, and Mo Yu stood in the center of the bursting firelight, his eyes like a torch.

He lost his figure again.

But vaguely, he could sense the existence of the other party, and black shadows continued to appear beside him, and the breath of the other party appeared at the same time.

"Left, no!".

Mo Yu's gaze moved left and right, and the fire-tipped spear shot out, stabbing towards the right in an instant.

A black shadow appeared, pierced by the spear in an instant.

However, this is only a shadow.

On the left, the figure of Shen Wuxin condensed in an instant, and slashed down with his hand as a knife.

Falling Wuxin deserves the title of the first person on location, and his strength is far from being comparable to the Rakshasa Ghost King, at least Mo Yu feels a trace of pressure.

After he became the full body of the Demon Pill, he believed that his strength had reached the peak of the third and third heavens, which was equivalent to the peak of this world's appearance.

Therefore, he can not be afraid of the six-day rakshasa and crush Du Jiuquan head-on.

And Falling Wuxin is undoubtedly at this level, he has cultivated the inner scene in his body to perfection, with a sense of unity between heaven and man, with Sen Luo Ling to change the celestial phenomena, almost reaching the level of a half-step cave sky.

For example, the Rakshasa Ghost King has an exterior scene of Nine Heavens, and it is difficult to receive three tricks.

This slash is fast and urgent, and at this distance, Mo Yu has no room to move.

Fortunately, he didn't have to move.

The chaotic sky behind Aya suddenly reacted, and the roll turned into a spiral and wrapped towards the opponent's hand knife.

"Is this red silk a treasure?" Falling Wuxin was alarmed in his heart, and decisively changed his tricks and retreated, jumping out of the way at the moment before Chaotian Aya tied his arm.

Mo Yu took the opportunity to turn around and did not continue to pursue with Chaotian Aya.

Falling Wuxin also stood still outside the hundred zhang, and praised with his hand: "Nezha, you do have the strength, you can have a short stalemate with the lord of the hall, in the outside world, your strength is enough to rank in the first gear, but unfortunately, even if your strength is not bad, and there are strange treasures in your hands, but after all, the speed is too slow, and you are not the opponent of the lord of the hall." "

"Huh. Mo Yu resisted the urge to roll his eyes and let out a sarcastic laugh: "You seem to be very confident in your speed. "

Shen Wuxin smiled proudly: "That's natural, in the outside world, no one can follow the speed of the Lord of the Main Hall." "

"Really?"

Mo Yu said indifferently, and when the voice fell, he had already appeared in front of Shen Wuxin.

"Impossible!" Falling was shocked, only to see the shadow of the spear in the sky, and he didn't want to turn a shadow and wanted to run away.

The shadow of the gun is still there, and it follows like a bone appendage.

The shadow of the spear that broke through the air was already in front of him, and he flipped it with one hand, and a pendant appeared in his hand, only to hear a desolate roar, like the roar of a demon god.

An invisible circle of dark enveloped him, enveloping him in the form of a skeletal shadow.

In an instant, thousands of attacks from the spear fell on the Demon Shadow, and the sound of gold and iron was endless, and it was impossible to break the defense for a short time.

It was at this time that Shen Wuxin noticed that two hot wheels appeared under Mo Yu's feet at some point, constantly rotating, supporting him to move.

Hot Wheels.

"Another treasure?" Shen Wuxin frowned and accelerated again.

But no matter how he accelerated, the other party could follow closely, even faster than him, and under the fire-tipped spear, the phantom of the skeleton had cracked.

"Ten Thousand Demons Slash!".

Knowing that he would lose for a long time, he fell unintentionally and slashed with one hand, and a sword bloomed, falling from the sky, dividing the heaven and the earth.

Mo Yu turned sideways, and the light of the sword slashed down the earth, and suddenly the ground was cut like tofu, and the incision was smooth and deep.

Taking advantage of the time when Mo Yu was dodging, Shen Wuxin finally seized the opportunity to distance himself.

The skeleton demon god that covered him disappeared, and he glanced at the skeleton pendant in his hand and saw a clear crack.

Some distressed frowns.

But now is not the time to feel sorry for the treasure, he looked at Mo Yu again, this time his gaze was only solemn.

"Very good, your strength is beyond the expectations of the Lord of this hall. "

Mo Yu shrugged: "The donkey skills are exhausted? The speed you are proud of is useless now, what other means do you have?"

Shen Wuxin sneered: "Do you think that the master of this hall can come out in the Senluo Palace, relying only on speed?"

He let out a low shout, the power in his body surged, and his figure soared into the sky in an instant.

At the same time, a radius of thousands of miles shook together, and under the pitch-black sky, there seemed to be a black light falling, merging into his body, and the momentum was infinitely higher.

Thousands of miles in all directions, all trembling.

Zhou Xiao, who had been watching the battle, was suddenly shocked, and a wave of fear surged uncontrollably in his heart, as if an ancient demon god was recovering.

"Nezha, let you see the true strength of the lord of this hall. "

Falling unintentionally spoke, and the voice was huge, coming from the sky, shaking for thousands of miles.

At the same time, he held it with one hand, and a magic knife with a dark aura appeared in his hand.