Fantasy: I can transform into a mythical character

Ancient ruins, eerie roars.

I didn't expect that what was presented in front of everyone in the end was such a scene.

An eight-winged seraphim, brutally nailed to this cross, is suffering unimaginable pain for ordinary people.

"You...... Guys...... Be...... Who ......"

As if he had gathered enough strength to speak, the eight-winged seraphim spoke.

Ask Mo Yu and his party about their identity.

And after saying this, it seemed that all the strength of this eight-winged seraphim had been exhausted, and the whole head suddenly drooped.

If it weren't for the faint sound of breathing, Mo Yu would have thought that he had braided his hair and gone to the arms of God Jesus.

He patted Liu Shen's jade hand comfortingly, and the latter obviously knew what he meant, and the hand that grabbed the corner of his clothes slowly fell.

At this time, Mo Yu walked to the front of the cross and looked up at the eight-winged seraphim who was completely tortured.

After a while, Mo Yu said: "I am just a passerby, occasionally see this ruin, and then explore all the way, I don't know what Your Excellency has done, why you are so tortured." "

Mo Yu did not reveal his identity directly, after all, even if he said the name of the myth, this eight-winged seraphim would not know.

He was nailed here millions of years ago.

And at this time, because of this, Mo Yu wanted to put some truth about this place from the body of this eight-winged seraphim.

The eight-winged seraph did not respond, not for any other reason, of course, but because the pain he suffered was unspeakable.

After millions of years of torture, it took him a long time to accumulate strength even if he opened his mouth to say a word.

"Here...... Be...... It's hell!"

The eight-winged seraphim spoke again, but this sentence was really shocking, and it also carried an unforgettable hatred.

Of course, Mo Yu and his party were not surprised, because Mo Yu had already deduced some truths here before.

It is true that the creatures here once believed in the mythical world of Christ, but they believed in the demon king Satan.

So there's nothing wrong with calling it hell.

“......"

It's just that Mo Yu was a little speechless at this time, and half an hour passed from the time he asked just now to the eight-winged seraphim to reply.

This type of dialogue is also too strenuous to have.

"Yes, Poor Dao is compensated to you this time. "

Mo Yu couldn't help but shake his head, and with a flip of his right hand, a golden pill appeared.

Seven turns of Jindan!

Then Mo Yu flipped his hand and threw the seven-turn golden pill directly into the mouth of the eight-winged seraphim.

The golden pill melted in his mouth, turning into pure life force and spreading within his body.

As for the Jindan entrance, the situation of this eight-winged seraphim has obviously improved, at least without saying the last sentence, you have to wait for half an hour.

That's too much work.

So Mo Yu did not hesitate to make a 'loss-making' deal this time.

Of course, if you get some useful information from the mouth of this eight-winged serapher, then this seven-turn golden pill Mo Yu is not a pity at all.

"Passerby......"

The eight-winged seraph spoke again at this time, with a deep sigh.

"Yes, we are people who have traveled through this endless starry sky, and dare to ask Your Excellency what happened here?"

Mo Yu asked with a smile.

The eight-winged seraphim was silent for a moment when he heard this, and then sighed.

"Passers-by, you don't need to know the truth here, because it would be beyond your imagination...... Retreat, get out of this hell......

As if it had never been here......

Otherwise...... Perhaps sin will find you eventually......

and devoured you......"

"......" Mo Yu had the urge to hit someone at this time.

Obviously, these eight-winged seraphims regarded them as ordinary beings who belonged to the heavens and worlds on this side.

And if this is the case, it will naturally not involve darkness, let alone the world of Christian mythology.

After all, this eight-winged seraphim is also kind, and really sees them as people who inadvertently break in, and doesn't want them to wade into troubled waters.

But Mo Yu was so angry in his heart at this time, in order to communicate with this eight-winged seraph, he used a seven-turn golden pill!

Although the qi luck value required for a seven-turn golden pill is really a drop in the bucket for him now.

But it's different!

It's a question of whether you suffer or not!

If he couldn't ask anything from the mouth of this eight-winged seraphim, it would be equivalent to Mo Yu taking out a seven-turn golden pill and throwing it into the water.

Just because I want to hear that sound!

Mo Yu was in this mood at this time, of course, if that was the case, he would not be like this.

After all, throwing away and losing are not the same thing.

The former can at least be cool, but the latter can only be depressing.

Of course, this is not Mo Yu's mistake, and the reason why he is called a traveler is just a saying.

After all, this is an ancient relic on the edge of the entire heavens!

Let's just talk about the various terrifying black hole vortices outside the ruins, how could ordinary people possibly enter here!

Putting aside those black hole vortices, the roar of this eight-winged seraphim alone was enough to kill countless creatures on the spot.

And Mo Yu felt that with the IQ of an eight-winged seraphim, it was naturally impossible not to think of this.

So the traveler just casually talks and makes an opening statement.

"Is it because I've been tortured for too long that I'm stupid?"

Mo Yu couldn't help but shake his head, this possibility is still quite big.

After all, God knows how many sins this eight-winged seraphim has suffered here, and it is already rare to be able to maintain his consciousness at this time.

At this time, after the eight-winged seraphim issued the 'eviction order', he did not speak.

'Enjoying' the moment that has made him the most 'comfortable' in millions of years.

And all this is thanks to the seven-turn golden pill that Mo Yu gave just now.

“......"

Seeing this, Mo Yu was angry again, and in the end he had to change his statement.

"Let's get it straight...... Lord Eight-Winged Seraphim......"

was directly revealed to be identified, and the eight-winged seraphim was suddenly startled, and his head was raised in vain, revealing a terrifying face.

No way, although Mo Yu has the impression that creatures like angels are handsome men and beautiful women, but that can't go through this kind of destruction, it's still millions of years of destruction.

It's good to be able to have a human shape.

"Thou ...... Thou knowest the angels......"

The eight-winged seraphim was a little stunned at this time, and sure enough, he had been tortured for too long and his IQ was a little off.

And Mo Yu nodded and said, "Yes, it's not a secret, the poor Dao knows the myth of Christ." "

“！！！"

As soon as Mo Yu said this, the eight-winged seraphim was even more shocked.

It's one thing to go until the angels, but it's another thing to go up to the myth of Christ.

In this fantasy heaven and world, there are believers in the mythical world of Christ, and they naturally know angels.

But what Mo Yu just said is the myth of Christ!