I Might Be A Fake Cultivator

Anlin felt that she had encountered a sand sculpture opponent.

He has seen enemies who accidentally hurt themselves, but for the first time, seeing them play the game to kill themselves. The key enemy is the authority of the gods...

"Game players, resurrection!"

The general sound of the machine sounded again.

Purple pointers hanging in the center of the game world.

"Three times, Kirin arm fire punch!"

"Creation, soul power sword!!"

Anlin’s fists are full of flames that melt everything. The soul of Anlin is a sacred sword that can open all the spirits. They both attack the purple pointer.

Most likely, this pointer is the core of the game space!

Hey! ! !

The flames oscillate.

An Lin’s fist seemed to hammer into an unbreakable barrier, hovering over the void outside the pointer, was hampered by life.

An Lin looks a condensed, his power of this boxing is stronger than the peak of the road, plus the fists contain extremely pure and innocent, and the gods can be ruined, and even the barrier can not be hammered?

Hey! !

The soul of the golden sword turned into a very sharp golden streamer, also poked the invisible void outside the pointer, and then was hindered by the castration, but it trembled violently, and it was slowly advancing.

At the same time, the entire game space came with fear.

"Detected a player trying to destroy the game, now the game kill mechanism!"

There was another impetuous voice in the game space.

For a long time, the train that was driving on the ground rushed to the sky and slammed into Anlin. The toy giant bear lying in the castle, roaring and slamming into Anlin.

A pair of scissors, dividing the space, slammed into the neck of An Lin.

The golden trumpet is against Anlin and releases the magic sound.

......

One toy props began to move. And each of them, even attached to the supreme rule of power, the power released is even Anlin can not ignore.

"Get out of the way!" Seven kinds of sacred fires broke out around Anlin, and the flames that turned into destruction of the earth swept across the space, burning everything that was thrown away. He handed the task of breaking the barrier to the soul of Anlin, who was responsible for resisting the power of the game space.

In the endless flame of the sea, there is a space that is drained by power.

The clown's body re-agglomerated, but the crack in his head turned into two, and the surrounding area was covered with dense cracks, as if it might collapse at any time.

"An Lin, I want you to die!!!"

"Death Poker!"

The clown is obviously in a state of anger, and the giant poker is again in his hands. After he quickly finishes the rules of the game, he throws it into the air.

"Absolute fairness is in exchange for the strongest power. This time, I will let you feel the power of the authority limit! Go to hell!!"

Hey! !

The playing cards crashed into the ground.

The back of the blue flowers is quietly facing up.

The clown's smile solidified on the face.

An Lin: "..."

Rumble...

In the game space, the force of the horrible rules that was spurred to the extreme, once again fell ruthlessly on the body of the game god, tearing its body apart.

An Lin really doesn't know how to vomit this god.

"Continue to break the game space!"

The body is in Anlin.

The soul of the spirit of Anlin condensed the soul of the golden sword, screaming dazzling light, breaking the game space defense resistance little by little, the edge of the blade is getting closer and closer to the purple pointer.

"Game players, resurrection!"

Extremely mechanical sound, once again.

The clown's body once again condensed.

Oh...

There was another thorny crack in the ring of God on his head.

The clown gasped hard, even if the mouth was painted with a big smile, it was difficult to conceal the unwillingness and anger in his heart: "Impossible... how is this possible, how bad my luck is..."

Say, there is another big poker in his hand.

"I don't accept it! Just once, once I get a face up, I will be able to kill you!!" The game gods growled unwillingly, and once again read the rules of the game.

It knows that the current Anlin is too powerful. If you don't use this method to make the most of the power, it can't beat Anlin.

It has no retreat, only a fight!

Two Anlin looked at each other.

Spiritual Enron continues to stab the core of the game space.

Anlin rushed to the clown, and the wind and the gods ringed on his head. The whole body covered the film of wind that could isolate all power. A lot of rules of the game forceed him on his body. In a short time, he could not break his defense.

"The authority of the wind, the blade!"

Anlin pulled out the sword of victory and succumbed to the power of the sword, and swayed a sharp white line that could separate everything.

"You can't stop me!" The game God has read the rules, madly laughed, throwing the death poker to the sky again, and condensing thousands of poker shields in front of him: "The game process hurts immunity, armor, infinite stack!!"

Sharp collisions broke out.

The blade fell on tens of thousands of cards, as if it were cut on an extremely hard barrier, breaking through layers, and the speed of breaking it was too slow.

With a loud noise, the death card has fallen.

Both the clown and Anlin looked at the poker very nervously.

Then, the clown almost fainted.

It is the back! !

Anlin couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Brother, you can do this luck!"

"Oh ah... why?!" The clown is about to collapse.

Anlin continued to ridicule: "Why don't you change the rules, if you come back~www.readwn.com~ you can kill me three times."

At this time, the power of the horrible game rules has condensed, like a tsunami to the game god, the horrible law of strength, even Anlin has some movement.

He admits that if he is facing this force, it is still dangerous.

The game God God shouted: "Game space, lift! Let me lift! I don't play!!"

In the game space, a mechanical sound suddenly came.

"I am willing to gamble and lose, losers, can't escape punishment, this is the law!"

An Lin: "..."

Game God: "..."

The game god, who has the authority to control, is educated by his own authority...

Rumble!

Once again, the clown's body was smashed into **** by the rules of the game.

"Oh, it's a neuropathy." Anlin shook his head.

At this time, the game space has a voice.

"Game players, resurrection."

"Warning, power is heavy, and available energy is insufficient."

"The resurrection failed."

An Lin: "..."

"Resurrection restart."

"All energy, inject..."

At this moment, the purple pointer breaks down on its own.

The game space began to fall apart.

Anlin only felt a sigh of relief and returned to the original world.

The cold wind whistling and the snow was falling.

The game **** is half-squatting on the ground, the breath is wilting, and the gasps are fierce. The ring of the gods on the head is already covered with a lot of cracks.

Obviously, this drug is pill!