I Might Be A Fake Cultivator

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The blood sprouts once again return to the ring of Anlin.

It takes time to digest the knowledge of the spiritual ancestors.

Anlin does not bother to disturb it. This blood sprout is both a blood ancestor and a blood ancestor. It has always said that it is a new life, but it is entangled with the cause and effect of the blood ancestors.

When I communicated with Lingzu, I completely replaced myself into the role of the blood ancestor. This kind of blood sprouting has nothing to do with the blood ancestors, and the ghosts don't believe it. When the blood sprouts and reshapes the soul of the flesh, it is impossible to say that a real blood ancestor is born!

However, Anlin doesn't mind, he has this self-confidence, no matter what the blood is sprouting, the blood will sprout and he will be inseparable from him.

"Ling Ji, let's go, leave here." Anlin said.

Ling Ji deeply worshipped the body of Lingzu, and this took Anlin to the exit.

"What are your plans for the future?" An Lin asked again.

"Is there any plan?" Ling Ji stunned, and this suddenly found out that her last mission had been completed. All the inheritance of this spiritual ancestral hall was taken away by Anlin...

In other words, she lost her job and officially became an unemployed.

The four holy beasts are gone, and the spiritual ancestors are not there, leaving only the empty hall, and her who may have spent her endless years here.

"Isn't the spiritual ancestor told you? You can go back to the mainland. If there is no place to go, you can come to our forty-nine sects. I am the lord. You want to come to the four ninth sects. It is my word. Child." An Lin took a picture of her chest.

"I am going there to do something, I don't know anyone."

Ling Ji wrinkled his eyebrows and looked a little lost and lost.

"Hey!" An Lin took a look at the back of Ling Ji. "Don't you know me? I am the lord of the Forty-nine Immortals. The whole of the four ninth sects are the biggest. Isn't it enough to know one of the biggest backers?"

Ling Ji smiled: "You can also serve as a master?"

"I am the lord of personal charisma." An Lin reached out and pinched Ling Ji's face, pulled her cold face away, and gently smiled. "How about, consider? Free rent, water and electricity all-inclusive , check in."

Ling Ji saw An Lin's smiling face, and remembered the warm smile when she returned her head. She immediately patted the other salty pig's hand. Some of them casually smiled and said: "Okay, I have to look at what it is." Zongmen, it is only for you to be such a person."

In this way, Ling Ji agreed to Anlin’s invitation.

The two walked all the way to the exit of the Lingzu Hall. Before that, they were still secretly visiting the virtual spirits of the hall. The Anlin, who saw it, was scared and scattered.

Ling Ji looked at the hall of the ancient behemoth, and the hand slammed it with a gentle wave, then began to shrink and shrink at an extremely fast speed!

Almost in the blink of an eye, the huge incomparable Lingzu Hall became the size of the palm print and landed on the palm of the spirit Ji.

"This spiritual ancestral hall is handed over to you, and you are also required to keep it." Ling Ji handed the palm of the hand to the hall of An Ling.

An Lin found that the volatility of this spiritual ancestral hall is comparable to that of the peak artifact. He took over the Great Hall of the Spirit, and Zheng focused on the head: "Reassured, the temple is in the people, the temple is dead!"

Ling Ji mouth corner slightly pumped: "No serious."

She was shaped and the whole person turned into a blue light and got into the small hall. She is an instrumental spirit, she is the real temple in the people, the temple is dead.

An Lin naturally knows that Ling Ji can hand over the hall to him for safekeeping. This move itself is a great trust.

"Four Jiu Xianzong has another large secret, and it can be used to train the souls of the Zongmen disciples. I believe that Ling Ji and Bai Ling will have many common languages..." An Lin imagines the two of them meet. The scene, the corner of the mouth slightly raised, some small expectations.

At this moment.

On a hill.

A few latent imaginary abilities could see An Lin shivering in the distance.

"It’s terrible. Anlin is really terrible! It’s possible to take the Lingzu Hall directly and turn the spirit of the Lingzu Hall. What is this operation?”

"We have to inform the emperors of this matter quickly and cannot let him leave here!"

"Yes! As long as he kills him, he will be able to take back the Great Hall of the Spirit, which will be the glory of the supreme!"

A lot of latent imaginary powers are excited.

"Oh? What are you talking about, how happy are you talking?" A slightly sardonic voice suddenly came from the head of the lurking returning power.

They looked up and saw a scene like a nightmare.

The blue translucent Anlin, floating above them, looked at them with a smile.

"An...Anlin?!"

"Anlin, who is actually a spiritual state, how is this possible?!"

The power of a group of virtual spirits is originally a state of spirit, but Anlin is not a virtual spirit, but a state of spirit, which is too ridiculous.

Shen Ling An Lin smiled slightly: "Go all the way."

He hit a ringing finger, and suddenly there were countless golden soul swords on the side of the body. The extremely terrifying soul force, the extremely piercing edge ~www.readwn.com~ let a few of the imaginary powers in the field suffocate.

This is the soul of the holy white tiger, the golden sword, the strongest killing spirits! Even Jianyuan Emperor can't stop this kind of soul sword, let alone these virtual powers.

For a moment, Jianguang is like rain.

The screams of the virtual powers echoed in the heavens and the earth, and they all fell in a few seconds.

Soon, the soul of the body, An Lin, floated back to the flesh.

"Call... The second time I used the spirit to make a sigh, I feel much better..." Anlin stretched his body and looked at the vast world, muttering. "It’s time to hurry and join them with Xiaolan. The fierce place is close, which direction should I go..."

He began to unleash the unparalleled knowledge of God, not seeking precision, only to maximize the range of perception, and then to perceive the energy fluctuations of the surrounding world.

Soon, Anlin turned his gaze to a certain direction and directly tore the space!

The fire cemetery in the spiritual world.

In the center of the endless flame earth, there is a crystal skull with a black flame, which is releasing endless inflammation, watching the rich energy fluctuations released by it, which is a god-level item.

The translucent skull with a black ring on his head is being killed by a three-headed dragon.

A woman wearing a blue-pink sailor suit lurks next to a silver fire tree in the distance. The purple demon's pupil is so big that she looks nervously at the scene of the fierce battle ahead.

She seemed to be a little excited, and her white hands were unconscious. She was already clutching into the trunk of the silver fire, and the slender body shivered.

"I found it, and finally let me find the black crystal soul of the illusory peak, one of the murderers who killed my mother!"

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