I Might Be A Fake Cultivator

Anlin has no hope: "What harvest?"

Xiao Tuzheng said: "This is the price I paid for a life, the intelligence I got."

"North Tianmen is at the end of the East China Sea. There is no direction at all, and there is no place to distinguish between the southeast and the northwest. There is a white fog in it. It has a strong shielding effect and a psychedelic effect. If it is not my dragon, it can penetrate. There are countless fogs and illusions, I am afraid that even the northern Tianmen can't see."

Anlin has already guessed the result: "Then, are you giving me a half-day god?"

Xiao Tu nodded: "They are very afraid of me, so they have dispatched a full three powers to kill me! Plus the three gods on the east line and the army, that is, Dongtianmen has at least six authority. God!"

Anlin "oh" for a moment: "And then?"

"Then, I learned the power of the three gods through the battle, which may be of great help to our future enemies." Xiao Tudao.

Anlin’s mind is raised. Indeed, the power of the gods is too strange. If you can know each other’s abilities in advance, you can at least prepare in advance before the battle, which is extremely important for them.

Xiao Tu Shen said: "One of the gods holds a giant golden charm, the knife is really superb, and the knife is extremely sharp, and it is easy to wave to break my true dragon armor. My true dragon is in Under his knife, he was smashed into hundreds of paragraphs."

"Another **** is a male **** with a red ring. He is in charge of the most powerful flame in the world. Just a slap, I will cook all the meat of my body."

"The last **** is even more strange. It is covered in dark fog. I feel a little touch on my body. The flesh and blood of my body is rapidly decaying, even falling toward a lower life form, and the blood is degraded. From a dragon to a snake..."

"After that, when the consciousness is dying, suddenly there is a pure white radiance in the distance. It seems to be the infinite light with great hope. I know that if it is assimilated by the light, I am afraid that even the resurrection will not be done, so at the last moment, I chose to blew myself!"

After listening to Xiao Tu’s battle experience, An Lin was very distressed: “Xiao Tu, where is your battle experience, you are clearly abusive experience...”

Xiao Tu straightened his waist and was confident: "The process is not important, the important thing is the result."

"The result is that you are dead." Ling Ji hands chest, faint.

"..." Xiao Tu argued with reason. "No, the result is that I know the power of the three gods, and I am still alive, this time my wave is valuable!"

Anlin is pleased with relief: "There is a lot of value, it's hard for you, but next time you shouldn't be so impulsive. The last thing you may encounter is the God of Light. If you blew yourself later, you may have to make a grave for you." Up..."

Received the approval of Anlin, Xiao Tu is in a good mood, continue to squat with Xiaoquer to reorganize the big battle.

Ling Ji is still very angry. Here is the burial place of Lingzu. Every inch of land is sacred and inviolable. Xiao Tu has made the scorpion moth's formation here, which makes her really unhappy.

However, she is also very fluent in knowing that the living talent is the most important, so she did not force the obstruction of Xiao Tu, and she could only be angry at the side.

Anlin distressed the other side, and she made a few spiritual fruits that increased the soul to the spirit Ji to eat, let her eliminate the gas.

Finished it all.

He returned to the main hall of the Lord.

A message mentioned by Xiao Tu made him care.

Fire **** with the authority of fire.

Anlin has the task of a great God of War, which is to push all the five elements of practice to the ninth weight. Now his metal and soil properties have been completed, and there are still three different fires.

He looked at the information on the table, which is the scene of the two days in the past few days, the two super-powerful, twenty-three return to the virtual land.

The gods hunted the strong mainlanders in the early days, and this has recently been awkward...

"The deceased were divided into three batches. The first batch was grounded into a pool of minced meat. The second batch was twisted and grotesque. The third batch of fallen land had nothing, only the traces of the earth being burnt..." Anlin looked at the information and had a decision in his heart.

"Linger, call me the **** waver." Anlin said lightly.

"Yes, Master." On the side of the woman wearing a black tight-fitting robe, her body was squatting.

Not long after, a human-shaped creature wearing a bandage, wearing a black robe, white body as jade, and a blood-colored red cross on his face came in and saw Anlin, immediately respectful and courteous: "Blood martial arts, see Anlin metropolitan!"

"You don't have to be polite." Ann Lin smiled.

The **** and violent people are the strongest survivors of the holy martial arts. They like to travel around the mainland in the early days, but the recent series of masters who were hunted have made him panic, so they have found the forty-nine sects. , request for asylum.

After all, the guides of the gods are all aimed at the experts scattered around, not with a very large force.

"I call you over, I want you to do me a favor." Anlin stood up and said.

"Although the Anlin lord said that he must do his best to help."

Under the fence, and by the grace of the Zongmen, the **** and violent people are not the only ones who know how to ask for them, and naturally they are willing to do something within their power.

Ye Ling is standing on the sidelines, staring at the smart eyes, some curious about Master's practice.

"Then you are standing here and don't move..." Behind Ann Lin, there suddenly appeared a blue liquid tentacles, they kept stretching, thickening, and glowing blue light, slowly moving toward the **** Close, "Come, let me know everything about you..."

Ye Ling looked shocked.

The **** and violent people are even more mad: "No... An Lin lord... What do you want?"

He wants to escape, but it is too late, Anlin's tentacles quickly entangled his legs, then the thighs, the waist, then the chest, arms, neck, face...

"Do not……!"

The **** savage people screamed.

Ye Lingyi had bright eyes and a small mouth, and resisted not letting himself exclaim.

After a quarter of an hour~www.readwn.com~ The **** swayers staggered out of the main hall.

He glanced at the sun in the sky and sighed with a sigh.

Ye Ling stood behind him with a sympathy in his eyes.

"Linger, what do you think of this as a teacher, how is it compared to him?" A calm, squeaky, magnetic voice came from behind.

Ye Ling turned and looked at him, and saw a human-shaped creature wearing a hat, wearing a black robe, white body as jade, and a **** red cross on his face, looking at himself with a smile.

Ye Ling laughed at two small dimples: "Master is so powerful, not only the shape, but even the breath, exactly the same as the **** martial!"

Anlin nodded with satisfaction: "You talk to the teacher and let the teacher go out."

"What to do?" Ye Ling was curious.

An Lindao: "Kill the gods!"