I Might Be A Fake Cultivator

The **** liquid spurted out, and the disciples of Chaotian Jianzong surged.

Tian Jianzong's disciples immediately formed a defensive sword array, a returning virtual power, five strong gods, while releasing the majestic swords, forming a blue sword hood.

The blue sword air mask was hit by a **** liquid all the way to several kilometers away. The six disciples were violently refuted in order to maintain the defense of the array. The internal organs seemed to be torn apart.

"A terrible **** power!" Zhao Siming looked dignified and his heart retired.

Obviously, it was the white attacking the mountain, but they inexplicably carried a pot, and the mountain actually blew blood at them!

Dabai and Anlin are also forced.

"This... is this the legendary spurting mountain?"

"With my imagination, why is it not the same? Wang!"

They thought that the Eruption Mountain was like a volcanic eruption, spurting blood from the top.

I did not expect that the **** mountain is actually bleeding from the mouth, this is really bloody!

"The ants, dare to disturb my sleep, give me to die!" The mountain spoke, and the voice was loud and roaring, like a thunder.

"It's really a mountain spirit. It turns out that I feel the extremely strong ghost, it is actually sent out, Wang!" Dabai was surprised.

Just then, on top of the mountain, countless rocks suddenly turned into tentacles and caught in the white.

Dabai was so scared that he immediately took Anlin to escape in the distance.

"An Lin Jian Xian sees me!"

Sun Yuluo’s long sword was unsheathed, and a sword light was drawn to smash the rock tentacles.

This ghost is a mountain, not terrible at all. He is finally strong.

"Give me death!" Jueshan suddenly appeared countless holes, dense, although not the mouth before, but the horrible chilly air is swept around, making people feel scared.

The red light spots appear in the hole, in the dark environment, as if many countless scarlet eyes are watching them.

"My mountain ghosts have been refining for 10,000 years, smelting blood for 10,000 years, repairing God for 10,000 years, getting the avenue, and it is the offense of your ants, let me die!"

The sound of the ghosts crying from the mountains.

Sun Yuluo's legs are slightly soft.

Booming...

Numerous **** liquids suddenly spurted out of the hole.

From a distance, it is as if a huge mountain suddenly bursts from the various parts of the body, and at the same time spurts countless blood flowers. Each of them carries a horrible chilly force that can melt and freeze all the touches.

Sun Yuluo cross sword in front of him, blocked a **** flower, the force of yin and cold invaded, as if the blood had to be frozen, the long sword was eroded and dull.

"We are withdrawing!" Zhao Siming shouted.

He knows that this behemoth is not the enemy of their ability!

"Puff puff……"

Blood spurting, a steady stream.

The disciples of Tian Jianzong ran wildly.

Sun Yuluo saw countless blood shots from him, and he was so scared that his face turned white and turned back and forth.

A white shadow suddenly came to his front, it was Anlin and his supreme mount!

After Anlin used the black qi source gas, the breath climbed to the virtual state, and the evil spirit sword in the hands was strong, and the kendo of the six gods of the **** of war seemed to be able to pierce the sky.

Three styles, hundred swords!

Ninety-nine white swords traversed the sky, as if the sky was flowing, pulling out a dazzling trajectory in the void, all the **** liquids that touched the swordsman were simply smashed!

Huge mountain ghosts, scared to rush to resist the ghosts on the surface.

However, in the state of blackness and suffocation, Anlin released the six swords of God of War, which is already his full blow. The other side has no power of Shinto. It is a dream to resist this kind of attack!

Oh!

The white sky sword tears the ghost defense, tearing the hole through the mountain body.

"Oh...!" Ghost Mountain shouted in pain.

All parts of the body, without exception, were pierced by the violent swordsman, ninety-nine huge holes, blood spewing out, flying through the sky, the scene is extremely bloody.

Ghost Mountain moves slowly and is a living target.

The hundredth sword, the last sword.

The swordsmanship of the evil sword is condensed to the extreme, and the sword of the far-reaching high is stirring the whole world.

Just when Anlin thought that the sword of victory would be like this to the Ghost Mountain, a little girl in black suddenly appeared, holding out a small white hand and holding the hilt tightly.

An Lin opened his mouth.

The little evil eyes are expressionless, and the dead fish eyes look at the mountains and ghosts.

The black swordsmanship stretches for dozens of miles, splitting the heavens and the earth, engulfing everything!

In the moment, the heavens and the earth became pure black, and only the screams of the giant mountains were still echoing.

When the darkness disappeared, everyone was surprised to find that the huge mountain of tens of meters high had already been split into two halves by a sword.

The vitality is cut off, the blood is turned into a rushing river, and it spreads on the earth.

"The ghost mountain is dead like this?" Xueshan murmured.

"A good horrible sword..." Zhao Siming took a deep breath.

Such as the devil's general ghost mountain, forcing them to escape ~www.readwn.com~ even by Anlin one stroke second?

The disciples of Tian Jianzong have not returned to God.

An Lin was particularly excited to fly to Xiaoxie: "I drip, the evil is too powerful, my sword is used by your hand, it feels more terrible!"

The little evil smashed his mouth and raised his head proudly. He was about to fly into the sword of victory, but he was caught by An Lin.

Xiaoxie: "???"

Anlin kneaded the little evil group with a white, tender face and smiled. "You are doing so well, let me, what do you want me to reward you?"

Xiaoxie looked at Anlin with no expression: "Can you take your stinky hand away?"

Anlin turned a deaf ear and continued to pinch.

It is soft and slippery, and the temperature is particularly flexible. It is so fun!

Sun Yuluo can see drooling.

Just when the little evils raised the sword and cut people, An Lin was a source of martial arts to her!

"Uh huh..." Xiao Xie Jiao snorted, his face blushing, and finally slowly lowered the blade, extended his hand and opened Anlin's hand, and slammed Anlin's hand, which jumped back to victory. sword.

Anlin still has some meanings.

Ming people do not say slang, this face he can play for ten years!

"Ang, there is something out there in the mountains, Wang!" Dabai suddenly shouted.

A blood-colored bead suddenly jumped out of the mountain and fled in the distance.

Anlin’s eyes burst into the light: “Want to escape?!”

The wind sword and the wind wing were released at the same moment. His speed instantly broke through ten times the speed of sound, and one hand grabbed the bead, and the vitality enveloped the void to form a cage and imprisoned the beads.

Shen Jianshu!

Feng Tianming Wangzhu: Collecting the nine beads of Pluto scattered in the world, you can go to the Temple of Pluto to get the true inheritance of the King of Heaven.

When Anlin saw this message, he finally laughed.

The sixth Pluto bead arrives!

The mission of this trip is done!