Fantasy: I can transform into a mythical character

There was silence, and there was a sorrising air between heaven and earth.

The three major clans of Qilin, Dragon, and Phoenix each gathered hundreds of billions of clansmen.

Dragon Ancestor, Phoenix Ancestor, and Ancestral Qilin even went into battle in person.

It can be said that in this battle, the three major clans did everything they could.

"Roar!"

"Whew!"

"Wow!"

Dragon Ancestor, Feng Ancestor, and Ancestral Qilin each let out a heaven-shattering roar, which was an order to attack.

In an instant, Feng Ling's heart rose to his throat, and he subconsciously hid behind Mo Yu, grabbed his arm and then carefully exposed half of his body.

Although she was nervous, she naturally did not miss this big battle.

It was just a subconscious act.

“......"

And Mo Yu could only shake his head and smile bitterly at this, he couldn't push out a little phoenix with such a good look.

At the same time, he also looked up at the upcoming Armageddon.

The Battle of the Mythical Three Clans, he was equally interested, although he arranged all this according to the memory and imagination in his mind.

But it's also a blessing to be able to see it for yourself.

With the roar of the bigwigs of the three clans, for a while, the big war finally started.

The three clans frantically rushed towards the other two parties, it was a big scuffle, and from time to time the sharp claws of the phoenix pierced the heart of the dragon clan.

From time to time, dragons tore off the head of the unicorn.

From time to time, there are unicorns that crush the body of the dragon and phoenix.

Such a scuffle was too tragic, only the fight was in the dark, and the blood of the three clans was sprinkled like a rain of blood, which soon merged into a stream, and soon became a sea of Wang Yang's blood.

Even with the retirement of time, the entire Mythical Flood Continent seems to be dyed red by the divine blood of the three clans!

Mo Yu could keenly feel it at this time, and the little hand behind him that was holding his cuffs trembled a little.

He couldn't help but shake his head, and said secretly in his heart.

"Isn't it a little too realistic? "

Looking at the world that was almost dyed red, Mo Yu also felt that it was a little too miserable.

So much so that Feng Ling couldn't accept it anymore.

The three clans, each with hundreds of billions of clansmen participating in the war, were so badly killed and wounded that even the heavens and the earth were dyed red.

Of course, Feng Ling's 'age' is too young, although there is a realm comparable to the mythical Da Luo, but listening to the phoenix sorrow in the air.

It's normal for her to have such a reaction.

But in the final analysis, the more realistic the scene, the more you can feel the real tragedy of the great war that broke the world plate in mythological antiquity.

Although Feng Ling's mood fluctuated a little at this time, in fact, after watching this battle completely, it was extremely helpful to his state of mind.

After all, even Mo Yu's mood is a little fluctuating and a little enthusiastic now.

I can't rush into that tragic battlefield, and I must 'drink blood' to release the fighting spirit in my heart.

Time flies, and in the mythical realm, the power of time and space operates.

In front of Mo Yu and Feng Ling, the war between the three clans lasted for thousands of years.

Of course, it didn't last that long, but those images flashed one by one, and they were unforgettable.

The all-out war of the three clans, the strong people of all levels participated, and even in the chaos thirty-three days away, Feng Zu, Long Zu, and Ancestral Qilin were also fighting to the death.

The creatures of the three tribes suffered countless deaths and injuries, and the blood of the gods stained the entire world red.

For another thousand years, the creatures of the Da Luo level among the three clans began to fall, adding a few more to the tragedy of the war.

At this point in the battle, there is nothing else, and the so-called battle of luck has become a floating cloud.

Even the blood and true fire have been wiped out by the tragic battle, and all the living beings in the three clans have been killed to the point of being unconscious.

It's just that he instinctively tears apart everything in front of him, and the enemies of the other two races.

And I don't know when Feng Ling has completely hidden behind Mo Yu, his eyes closed.

Mo Yu could feel the other party's delicate body vibrating violently, and he couldn't help but sigh at this time.

But nothing was said.

Witnessing such a great battle, all consolation is in vain.

"Boom!"

In the void, the roar kept coming, and the entire myth had turned into a sea of fire for thirty-three days.

That's the fire of karma.

The three clans have fought until now, and the hands of the creatures who can survive are no longer stained with the blood of the other two clans, and it can be said that their whole bodies have been stained with the power of karma.

But these can't affect the creatures of the three clans who have already fought to the point of madness at this time.

The blood rain is still falling, and the entire mythical flood can be regarded as being completely dyed red by the divine blood of the three clans.

The remaining creatures of the three clans are less than one hundred billion times of the previous one, and even if they are willing to spend some time, they can be completely counted.

It can be called a war of extermination.

Seeing this, Mo Yu couldn't bear it, waved his hand, and the world returned to calm.

The Mythical Realm is in its pristine state.

Of course, this is also related to the more intense trembling of the phoenix spirit behind him.

Feng Ling couldn't describe his current mood at this time, because it was too messy, and he had all kinds of emotions.

And he couldn't calm down for a short time, his eyes were blood-red, and there was even a sign of demons.

And the more powerful the creatures, the greater the danger if they produce demons.

What's more, Feng Ling's strength, like Feng Zhi, is inherited from the previous Feng Ancestor, and his strength may be comparable to that of the Mythical Da Luo.

However, the state of mind has definitely not reached this level.

Therefore, if there is a demon in the heart, it will be crazy at the least, and it will fall at the worst.

And if this is the case, Mo Yu feels that he has sinned too much.

"It's over. "

A soft voice containing inexplicable rhyme sounded in Feng Ling's ears, and the latter was immediately stunned.

His expression visibly regained a trace of clarity.

And soon, the look in his eyes became more and more brilliant, but he retreated from the state of almost demonic demons.

"Daoyou ......"

She looked at Mo Yu and muttered, but she didn't know what to say at this time.

Obviously, the scene of the previous war between the three clans has not completely dissipated.

Of course, it is impossible to completely disperse, unless there is amnesia, and the picture of this tragic battle will be remembered by her forever.

Mo Yu shook his head, and did not speak, but raised his hand a little in front of the two of them, and a glowing portal appeared.

Stepping through the portal, they returned to the Phoenix Domain again.

Looking at the extremely familiar Feng Yu in front of him, Feng Ling began to be stunned again, and it seemed that he had not yet eased up.

And Mo Yu also stood next to him without saying a word, giving the other party time to come back to his senses.

This time he didn't take any action, after all, this time Feng Ling was just out of simple confusion from the mythical secret realm.

After a long time, Feng Ling finally came back to his senses and returned to his senses.

And for a moment, she seemed to be fully recovered, and a smile flashed across her face.

Suddenly, with his hands behind his back, he smiled at Mo Yu with a little playful turn.

"Thank you, this experience will never be forgotten. "