I Might Be A Fake Cultivator

The faint black phoenix on the side of the body suddenly floated in front of An Lin, condensing into a black blade with a sharp edge!

The phoenix is ​​in the dream, and the dance is a bliss.

This is the way the Anlin passes through the phoenix phoenix, and realizes the phoenix of the phoenix. It belongs to the attacking method of the soul and the pulse of the gods.

The power of the great spirit of the returning illusion, coupled with the sacred spirit of the phoenix, how terrible is its power? Before I laughed, Simpson, who had a win in the face, had changed her face at the moment, as if she had seen a ghost.

"How is it possible? How can you even be so strong?!" He screamed in horror.

An Lin smiled and said: "Because I am all-powerful."

Simpson: "..."

He knew that there was no retreat, and the blood claws were directly torn to the black knife.

"Extraordinarily bloody!"

The **** blade carries the power that is enough to tear the soul of the returning power, and the **** of the ghost is also appearing at this moment.

The dark **** phoenix knife seems to have a sense of the same, the same knife.

This knife fell, as if the whole world was introduced into a deep sleep, and everything was always dark.

The sound of the ghosts of the ghosts disappeared, and Simpson’s blood claws were swallowed up.

"Do not……!"

He was terrified, and eventually the soul of the soul was swallowed up by the knife.

After the darkness, everything became quiet again.

Only a little bit of starlight flashes under the moonlight.

In this world, no trace of Simpson can be found anymore.

Anlin looked at the void of nothing and shook his head slightly. He seemed to sigh with emotion: "There is really nothing that can be played..."

"Well, now there are no outsiders, all of them are dead, who is watching you pretend to be forced?" A clear and sweet voice came from behind.

Anlin turned and saw Xu Xiaolan coming from the sword. He gave him a sigh of relief.

Not only that, but she also clasps the Dragon Spider Sword, as if it is murderous? !

"Go! What to send, do not run after loading, waiting for other ancestors to revenge?" Xu Xiaolan saw that Anlin had not escaped, could not help but remind him again.

Anlin returned to God and looked at the **** sect of the bones that had been turned into ruins in the distance. Some of them refused: "Is the treasures all touched?"

"I have finished the touch, I will take the treasure after I finish it. Otherwise, do you want to force it? The enemy has also killed it, but it seems that the blood family has used the notes to ventilate the news and spread the news." Xu Xiaolan said with some regrets.

"I have to do one thing." An Lin suddenly flew to the bones of the blood.

"Hey, what else do you want to do?" Xu Xiaolan shouted and followed.

Anlin looked at the ruined bones of the blood, and soon found a more independent space.

Xu Xiaolan returned to God and remembered that this was the store of auction items for the Blood Festival. I couldn't help but be surprised: "I didn't expect it, you are so kind."

Anlin’s sword opened the space and revealed the various creatures that were powerful and dying: “I am not trying to save them. I am going to kill a creature.”

Xu Xiaolan: "..., how much hatred?"

"I also want to know, Xiaoxie keeps urging me to do this..." Anlin smiled and was confused.

He succeeded in releasing more than a dozen intelligent people of all ethnic groups. They were grateful to worship An Lin and Xu Xiaolan, thank you very much.

Finally, Anlin came to the black feather strongman and waved the victory sword. He curiously asked: "Hey, buddy, do you recognize this sword?"

The black-bone was tied to the cross and looked at Anlin with hope. After seeing the evil sword, his face changed dramatically: "This is..."

"Hey!"

The victory of the evil sword turned into a shadow, suddenly pierced the heart of the black feathers!

The black feather man was paralyzed.

Xu Xiaolan was shocked.

An Lin also stunned, blaming: "Hold the grass! Little evil, how do you move yourself, at least let the other party finish the words first!"

"I didn't want to listen." The sound of the evil spirits came clear.

An Lin’s mouth was slightly pumped: “I am interested...”

Victory sword did not care for him.

Anlin looked at the black-faced man with a stunned face and explained: "That old brother, you may not believe it, but it is not what I want to marry you, but the sword's own hand..."

The black-bone man pulled his mouth and said: "I believe..."

An Lin: "???"

The black feather man is dead.

The evil spirit sword screamed as if it had completed a certain task and fell into a deep sleep again.

An Lin smashed for a long while, and then used the fire to cremate the black-feather.

At the moment, his heart is full of doubts. Why do Xiaoxie want to kill the black feathers? Also, why do the strong black feathers seem to know that the evil sword wants to kill them?

An Lin asked a few words to win the evil sword with consciousness. The reply was "you guess", "do not tell you", "哼" and the cold silence...

"When things are done, let's go!"

Anlin repeatedly asked for unsuccessful results, and once again defeated the evil sword into the cold palace, decided to do business first.

The two began to fly toward the city of Lingshen, leaving a ruin.

Above the sky, a black brick flies toward the east at a very fast speed.

Anlin and Xu Xiaolan sat on the black bricks and couldn't wait to count the spoils.

"Well, I was lucky, I got three spoils of imaginary power." After all, Anlin was too embarrassed to look at Xu Xiaolan.

The most powerful three treasures of the genius were taken by him, and he was always worried that Xiaolan would be lost.

Xu Xiaolan’s eyebrows bent, and Qianran smiled: “I’m not lucky, I got a lot of spoils from the **** strong.”

Anlin saw that Xu Xiaolan’s mood seemed to be good, and he continued to count the spoils.

He retired the three narratives and first counted the Lingshi.

Soon, he showed the ecstasy color: "Great, there are 8.2 million Lingshi in it, and each person has more than two million Lingshi. These big gongs are for this blood festival. I have prepared a lot of Lingshi!"

Xu Xiaolan is also a smile: "My harvest is also good, a rough statistics, the Lingshi obtained has 14 million Lingshi..."

Anlin’s hand trembled, and he was scared to drop directly on the brick.

"You... how many Lingshi do you say?" An Lin squinted his eyes.

"One thousand four million Lingshi." Xu Xiaolan smiled pear vortex shallow, obviously very good mood.

An Lin: "..."

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He was tired and exhausted, struggling to kill the three big bosses, and the money he got was so much less than Xu Xiaolan who received the mobs?

It seems that I saw Anlin’s sorrow and incomprehensibility. Xu Xiaolan explained very eloquently: “In fact, for this blood festival, even the strongest of the medium-sized Zongmen will raise assets to participate in the competition. In addition, There are also some representatives, and behind them, it is likely to be a top sect."

Yes, this makes sense...

An Lin suddenly realized that some of them didn’t come, but the money for the big ones came!

In this way, did they not have a lot of hatred with many sects?

However, this way of coming to the money seems to be a bit faster?

"Xiaolan... I have a bold idea..."

"An Lin! You are now giving me the truth, I am short of money, I will give you!"