I Might Be A Fake Cultivator

In the early days, the mainland once again set off a stormy wave.

Anlin had just led the broken squad and broke the Tianrenmen Nantianmen. It became the most prosperous presence in the mainland, and now he has learned his death.

The heat just cooled a little, and once again, the fire broke out and the reputation resounded across the mainland.

The world's living beings are listening to the news with great sorrow, except that the shock is unbelievable.

So how do you die when you are enchanting and powerful?

Wouldn't it be a fake news?

"Fake, absolutely fake! This must be the false news spread by the northern line of the Tianren people in order to combat the morale of our Kyushu coalition!" A fairy ancestor was furious.

"But the ancestors... If the news is false news, why didn't the 49th Immortals come out to clarify?" The elders couldn't help but rebut.

"This..." The ancestors of Xianzong were asked, and the anger in their eyes gradually faded.

He couldn't refute this, yeah, why didn't the four-ninth sects stand up and say something?

Could it be that……

Many people think this way.

The silence of the Forty-nine Immortals, on the other hand, makes people feel that it is the default message of the spread of the Terran.

In addition, the evil spirits of the prison have indeed had two visions of sorrow and sorrow, and the fall of the road, which further confirms the authenticity of the message distributed by the Tianren national army. This is almost a matter of course.

This also made this rumor of the death of An Lin once again caused a great sensation on the mainland.

All kinds of remarks have appeared, and there are sighs and sighs, lamenting the talents of heaven and earth. It is worthless to replace Anlin. He believes that the life of the two gods and the beasts of the gods and the goddess of the gods and the gods are really miserable.

More ridiculous and ironic, I believe that Anlin has made some achievements and floated. He regards the heroes of the world as nothing, arrogant and self-satisfied, and I don’t know how to be tall and thick. This time it is really alive!

Forty-nine sects.

Inside the core conference room.

Everyone is also discussing this matter with contempt.

"So... our lord is dead again?"

Bai Ling stunned his eyebrows, and some of them couldn’t help but say.

The elf's petite body is sitting on the main seat and telling the experience of the evil spirits.

The seniors of the Forty-nine Immortals finally realized the ins and outs, and then they were shocked by the operation of the Tianren people. They really don’t worry about being beaten...

Xuan Yucheng and others in the conference room have been eager to try and seem to be looking forward to what.

"We waited first, and kept the actions of Anlin and others secret. After my Master's actions were successful, it was not too late to tell the world." Xiao Tu said calmly, but the smile on his face really couldn't stand. .

"Is the Tianren nationality a **** assist? Let the world's souls think that Ang, they are all dead, and succeeded in holding us the Ange's whereabouts. Wang!" Dabai used the dog's claws and patted the table with excitement.

"And it is also the official of the Heavenly Terran and the official of our forty-nine sects, the news of the joint recognition, the credibility is 99.999." Cocosty smirked.

Imagine that the follow-up of this event will be wonderful...

West Sea Union resident.

Lan Xiaoni took a look at the short message in front of him and immediately lost it.

"Anlin boss is missing again. This time I don’t know who is bad..."

The beautiful mermaid mouth is smiling and looking farther in the northeast. The blue eyes are looking forward to the color.

Mysterious floating continent.

The night is always there, and there is a black shadow that shakes in the night.

In the most central palace, the laughter of the emperor spread throughout the night sky.

"Ha ha ha...Anlin is finally dead!"

"The evil spirit sword must not fall into his hand, go, we will win the evil sword!"

Under the order of the black feather emperor, the true king of the powerful atmosphere is echoed, and the momentum is straightforward!

"Anlin jumped, it must have died!"

"Hahaha...well to die, let's go to the place where he fell to set off firecrackers!"

"Go, go with me, I have to take a photo!"

The black feathers on the palace are flashing, and there are black wings behind them. The powerful black feathers are flying from the emperor's palace and then falling into the mortal world...

They can't do it, but they are equipped with them!

Blackpool land.

Within the Palace of Life.

A white man is like a snow, like a scholar-like man, gently shaking his fan, his face is smiling: "An Lin is finally dead, and the black Yi people can also look at it."

"It's a pity that he didn't come to the black land after he returned. Otherwise, I will let him know what is the real blood. Hey, humans in the district dare to call the ancestors?"

Eden’s emperor drank a drink, drinking while laughing, and mourning his son’s name in his mouth. This is the second time he has done this, the first time it was a hundred years ago.

In the early days, the mainland was surging.

Almost all creatures turned their eyes to the death of An Lin.

Also at this time.

The northernmost land of the mainland.

After the endless mountains.

The black earth, the black wind, and the red snow are the only views in this area.

The black wind contains a strange gas that can kill all the creatures. www.readwn.com~ The red snowflake is full of murderous, and the pieces can kill.

Even if the creatures at the level of the gods are here, they will be instantly smashed into billions of particles by the scary red snowflake, and there is no possibility of survival.

There is too much horror here than in the far south of the mainland. Because of this, the land here is ridiculous and there is no landscape at all.

"The snow here is not very simple. Every grain contains a very strong and sincere meaning." An Lin sat on the black brick, all the way forward, and there were several red and **** snowflakes on the palm. The extremely sharp tearing of the strands of cold appears on the skin.

If the Anlin skin is thick and thick, the hands may have to be smashed by snowflakes.

Xu Xiaolan sat at the forefront of the big brick, slender legs swaying in the sky, looking up at the gray sky. Black, gray, and blood are the only remaining colors in this world.

I don't know why, she always has the urge to burn the sky snow.

"Southern trees and northern flowers, west clouds and east fog, this is the appearance of the four polar regions of the mainland." Chen Chen heard the opening of the popular science.

For the first time, Anlin heard this statement. It was a bit curious: "Isn’t the west and the east side of the sea? How can there be a saying about Xiyun Dongwu?"

Chen Chen said with a smile: "When I was young, I went to the end of the four directions of the southeast and northwest of the mainland. This is what I summed up."

"The West Sea has come to an end, no longer the sea, but above the clouds, but even I can't see what is under the white clouds like cotton."

"At the end of the East China Sea, it is no longer the sea, but a mist of whiteness. I don't have any sense of space in the fog. I can't tell the difference between the top, bottom, south, south, south, north and south. It is a wonderful place."

An Lin heard a heart, this is wonderful? Obviously scary!

"Seeing the North Gate." The Emperor suddenly opened his mouth.