Fantasy: I can transform into a mythical character

"It's a bit ...... recklessly"

Mo Yu's voice sounded in his ears.

In an instant, Liu Shen's whole thinking returned to reality, looking at the figure that protected him.

The expression was relatively calm, but his voice trembled slightly.

"It's been a long time since I've faced such an opponent, and I'm a little uncomfortable ......"

She is not reckless, but she was full of confidence before, but now she has been saved by Mo Yu like this, and she has to give a reasonable reason.

"Yes, I understand. Mo Yu chuckled and nodded, but did not pierce Liu Shen's careful thoughts.

Then he put down the beautiful body of the willow god, and he said, "Leave it to me." "

"Good. Liu Shen nodded, then glanced at Mo Yu deeply, and his figure floated towards Xiong Da outside the battlefield.

It is true that Liu Shen's previous words were not just an excuse, her strength has not yet returned to its peak.

Secondly, she really hadn't experienced such a big battle for too long.

And in a battle of this level, one detail can affect all, and he almost died in the hands of Xiang Liu before, and there is also a reason why his strength will have time to be fully displayed in the future.

So in a short period of time, she is still a little powerless for this level of fighting.

Therefore, Liu Shen did not recklessly, and obediently gave up the battlefield to Mo Yu, planning to wait and see from a distance for a while, maybe she could awaken some of the battle memories that once belonged to her.

"Roar!"

Xiang Liu let out an earth-shattering roar at this time, and the nine snake heads and eighteen blood-red pupils looked at Mo Yu with terrifying anger.

Apparently extremely dissatisfied with his act of saving his prey.

And Mo Yu just stood there with his hands in his hands and looked at him, his expression calm.

After looking at each other for a while, the glint in Sang-ryu's eyes became even more terrifying, and he asked.

"Boy, report your name!"

"Mythology, the only two disciples of the Taiqing Sect, the little mage of Xuandu!"

Mo Yu opened his mouth and said with a smile, telling the identity he had arranged for himself.

“......"

Sang-ryu seemed to fall into a memory, and the color of memory flashed in his eighteen eyes.

Xuandu Little Mage, it is naturally impossible to hear of it, and it is impossible to even hear of the name of Zheng'er Eight Classics Xuandu Grand Mage.

After all, it was too early to come to this Fantasy Heavens and Ten Thousand Realms, even before the rise of the human race.

But under the Taiqing door, it still knows.

Therefore, standing in front of him is a saint disciple!

A red light flashed in Xiangliu's eighteen eyes, but the killing intent was even more turbulent, and the name of the saint disciple might be able to deter many people.

But that doesn't include it.

For such a creature, killing a saint disciple is something worth showing off.

"It turned out to be a saint disciple. Xiang Liu spoke, and then said coldly: "As a disciple of a saint, I can stay in the mythical world, and maybe I can grow up under the protection of a saint." "

Xiang Liu had a high-minded and preachy tone, and he didn't seem to take Mo Yu in his eyes at all.

"Boy you came too early, or are you really not afraid of losing here?"

Xiang Liu let out a loud laugh, and his attitude and expression at this time were all contempt for Mo Yu.

"This doesn't worry about the 'seniors'. Mo Yu also chuckled and replied: "It's just that it's hard to say who will be damaged here." "

"Oh. Xiang Liu was stunned when he heard this, and then sneered: "Boy, with your current strength, it must not be the action of this seat, but since you are looking for death, this seat will be reluctant to fulfill you!"

It is true that in the eyes of this mythical ancient fierce god, the immortal power and aura around Mo Yu's body are not good, and the threat to it is not even as good as the previous Liu God.

And this is because the strength of Mo Yu's deity is based on the mythical transformation system after all, so his deity cannot be regarded as the system of the mythical world of cultivation.

It's just that how strong the mythical character he transforms into is, how strong his own figure is.

Of course, in addition to the realm, Mo Yu himself does not have any supernatural powers, exercises, magic weapons and the like.

So there is no need for him to take action personally, it is still the same sentence, and the transformation is over.

Thinking of this, Mo Yu couldn't help but smile and said, "Xiangliu, you are not qualified to fight with Poor Dao." "

"Presumptuous!"

Xiang Liu was furious when he heard this, after all, a 'junior' who was not looked down upon by it dared to say that it was not qualified.

This is a great disgrace.

It is true that in the face of Mo Yu, a 'junior' from the later generations of mythology, Xiang Liu's posture is very high, and there is a natural sense of superiority.

After all, its name of the fierce god was killed from the flood of ancient myths, so naturally Mo Yu was not taken seriously.

But now this 'junior' is still talking so presumptuously, which can really be regarded as touching its reverse scales.

"Die!"

Xiang Liu let out an earth-shattering roar, and a pair of red snake pupils with boundless killing intent suddenly looked directly at Mo Yu at this time, as if they were looking down on an ant.

The cold and eerie murderous aura almost condensed into substance.

The massive body rioted over the endless swamp, and the sound it made shook the heavens.

"Whoa!"

Countless chains of order were in the air, this was born from the origin of the universe, and it was obvious that Xiangliu's terrifying destructive power had even threatened this universe!

However, Xiangliu didn't care at all, the nine snakes swayed wildly, the evil wind howled, and the storm was in the starry sky!

"Click!"

The chains of order were directly shattered, and Xiang Liu seemed to be a peerless fierce god bathed in the storm and thunder sea at this time!

It's not as if, but it's just a fierce god who has been killed all the way from the desolate years of the mythical god realm!

"Whew!"

The nine snake heads swayed again, spewing out a terrifying black mist, and went directly towards Mo Yu.

"Shameless boy, die!"

Xiang Liu let out a terrible laugh, the killing intent was surging to the extreme, and the black mist carried a terrifying poison, a poison that could poison all the living beings under the saint!

In his eyes, Mo Yu is already a dead man!

Even it had seen the picture of Mo Yu being shrouded in the poison of its phase willow and instantly turning into a puddle of pus.

"You seem to be overconfident. "

Under the black mist, Mo Yu raised his head and shook his head with a chuckle, and then with him as the center, an incomparably dazzling golden light burst out!

Mo Yu was like a god at this time, bathed in the immeasurable power of merit, and he actually completely isolated the black mist.

"Oh. "

Xiang Liu was also stunned when he saw this, and then sneered: "It's not a saint's disciple, sure enough, there is a little bit of this, a junior, can actually have such merits, if you let that group of people see it, I'm afraid you will be envious to the bones." "

It smiled coldly, and the meaning of the words was quite obvious.

Obviously, even in that darkness, those beings who have escaped from the world of mythology will probably be jealous when they see such a terrible power of merit.