Fantasy: I can transform into a mythical character

The black-robed old man subconsciously lowered his head and looked in the direction of the sound.

At first glance he was stunned.

I saw that on the half-collapsed peak, a strange-looking little doll was holding a young man's neck with one hand and lifting him.

The old man's eyes were empty, the young man he knew, his second apprentice.

The question is, what about his other two apprentices?

And who is this kid?

He stood in the air, slightly pensive.

At this time, the fallen Purple Electric Lion King took the opportunity to catch his breath, and his body shrank sharply, and in just a few seconds, he recovered more than ten meters in size.

There was still a penetrated wound on his body, and the dark energy around him was surging, constantly eroding his body.

He had to mobilize all his strength to fight, and at the same time looked at Mo Yu in disbelief.

He had no impression of the child in front of him.

But it seems that this kid has a holiday with the Senluo Temple, and he can take advantage of it.

His wisdom is not inferior to that of a human being, and he has already begun to think.

The black-robed old man pondered for about three seconds before he spoke, "Little doll, where are you, and the adults in the family?"

He preliminarily judged that the child in front of him was a smoke bomb released, and there were strong people hiding in the dark.

Mo Yu grinned and said: "My lord, my master and I are adults, what so much nonsense, your apprentice's life is now in my hands, if you want him to live, just do what the master says, and now throw the mirror in your hand to me." "

“......"

The old man in the black robe was speechless for a while, Mo Yu's performance was too arrogant and too villainous, so he couldn't adapt for a while.

This is a demon king of the world.

He took a deep breath and said in a gloomy tone: "Little baby, I advise you to let him go now, otherwise even if you are a child, this seat will let you see the methods of the Senluo Palace." "

Mo Yu raised his eyes: "Yo, scare me." "

It was originally very normal, but with Nezha's appearance and tone, it could feel a thick mockery.

At least the black-robed old man was already secretly angry.

The Yin Demon Mirror in his hand stood up silently and quietly faced Mo Yu.

Mo Yu's eyelids jumped, and without hesitation, he threw the hostage in his hand and slammed into the other party like a cannonball.

The black-robed old man subconsciously raised his hand to catch the other party.

For a moment, he was puzzled, the other party returned the hostages so easily

Although he didn't care about the life or death of this apprentice.

However, the moment he caught it, his face changed: "No!".

Roar!

The figure in his hand changed suddenly, instantly turning into an amethyst beast, and opened his mouth to bite his neck.

"Hahaha, old man, the master's tricks are not bad. Mo Yu below laughed.

But the black-robed old man's reaction was very fast, and with one hand, a cloud of black mist wrapped his fist, and it blasted towards the head of the amethyst beast.

"Mere amethyst demon beasts, they dare to be presumptuous in front of this seat!".

With the power of a punch, there was a roar in the air, and the amethyst beast's head suddenly exploded.

The difference in strength is too great.

The black-robed old man snorted disdainfully, the corners of his mouth curled slightly, and the next moment he suddenly realized that something was wrong, and his smile suddenly converged.

The Amethyst Beast's burst head was devoid of any blood, instead turning into a cloud of mist.

Bang!

The

amethyst beast actually changed again, turning into a long red silk, and with a volley in the air, it was about to restrain the old man.

Double blindfolding.

Mo Yu had already stopped laughing below, and looked up at the air.

As early as the beginning, he hadn't thought of using the Amethyst Beast to sneak attack, and he had already judged the old man's combat power through secret.

The battle with the lion king spread for hundreds of miles.

This kind of combat power is a proper mountain collapse level.

Mo Yu judged that he was not under himself after the transformation.

It may even be stronger, after all, he is only a preliminary transformation, and the fit is not high, and he can't completely liberate the power of the magic pill.

That's why, at the beginning, he used the blinding method to make a double change of Chaotian Aya.

It's best to kill them directly.

Chaotian Aya soared into the air, like a red swimming dragon, and the black-robed old man only felt that his breath was suffocated, and the power in his body was faintly restrained.

He has been through a lot of battles and reacts very quickly.

Stepping back slightly, he pinched the magic trick in his hand, and six mist-like demonic qi burst out of the magic mirror in his hand, integrating into his body, and his figure blurred in an instant.

Chaotian Aya struck, falling in a circle, and then suddenly a bunch.

Hmph!

The black-robed old man let out a muffled snort, but his body turned into a mist and dispersed, dividing into six paths, which was the gas that appeared in the magic mirror just now.

A hundred zhang away, six mist clouds closed, and the black-robed old man appeared again.

However, his face was three points paler than before, his breath was obviously weakened, and his eyes were full of fear when he looked at Chaotian Aya.

"What kind of treasure is this, it can hurt me who is deified!".

He was shocked in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face, but he just looked down at Mo Yu's gaze becoming more and more solemn, as if he regarded him as a great enemy of the same level.

Mo Yu stood below and beckoned, and Chaotian Aya naturally descended on him, bent along his elbow, and floated behind him like a bright red streamer.

The black-robed old man looked at all this coldly, and did not stop it, just after the preliminary battle, Chaotian Aya brought him strong pressure.

He faintly felt that the grade of this red silk treasure was higher than the Yin Demon Mirror in his hand.

"Little doll, this seat is Xuan Mo, the elder of the thirty-sixth hall of Senluo Palace, I don't know which family you are, and I dare to interfere in the affairs of my Senluo Palace. "

The black-robed old man said in a deep voice, he saw that Chaotian Aya was extraordinary, unlike the treasures that scattered cultivators could have, and he expected that Mo Yu was from the Gate Sect.

Or maybe some geniuses cultivated by hidden forces want to deceive him about his origins.

The power of Senluo Hall is extremely wide, and it is even more famous in the Eastern Xuan Great World, and the general forces are terrified.

"This is to ask me about my identity and see if I have a backstage. "

Mo Yu's eyes rolled slightly, and he immediately understood the old man's thoughts, he thought left and right, he could use the system to constantly transform, and he would definitely not always maintain Nezha's identity.

Now that the other party is asking, it is better to take advantage of the situation to make up a force, and no matter who you transform into in the future, you can say that you are from a force.

It's just what to call it?

After thinking for two seconds, his eyes lit up, and he already thought of the name of this organization.

With a contemptuous smile, he said: "What is the Senluo Palace, the master has never heard of it, as for the origin of the master......

".

"I come from mythology. "

His tone was leisurely, as if he had penetrated endless years.

The black-robed old man frowned, "What does it mean, the era of mythology has long been annihilated in the vast history, and there is no trace at all."

Or is the force behind you called mythology?".

Mo Yu smiled: "Guess." "