I Might Be A Fake Cultivator

Xuan Yilun looked at such a terrible scene and could not speak for a long time.

The power of this attack, afraid that the creation of the gods can not do it?

Mom, if the Wanling Immortal hand has such a warhead, then they will fight with others, and who is afraid of it, whoever refuses to accept a warhead will be thrown over, and will not be served if it is not served.

However, he also knows that this kind of thing is still not realistic. Although these bombs are his sons, they are basically the killers prepared by Bai Ling. They are made up of countless rare energy sources. The reserves are only one thousand. It is impossible to mass produce.

Now the bomb is all used by him in an emergency. The son's old bottom is hollowed out by him. Although it is very cool, he is still a little embarrassed.

"The Sovereign Master, this... This bomb is so powerful, we still have a lot of it, killing the snow ghosts outside and killing it!" A white-haired peak of the peak was excited.

Xuanyuan Lun’s mouth was slightly pumped, his hands were behind him and he didn’t want to talk. If he had already taken it out, he still needed the old man to remind him.

The golden energy aperture formed by the explosion of a thousand warheads wraps the Wanling Immortals, and all the snow ghosts that have entered the battle are burnt to ashes without exception. The crazy snow ghosts seem to calm down, they stop their steps, just looking at the destruction energy in front of them.

"Great, block the feet of these monsters!"

"The sovereign is mighty!"

Tens of thousands of disciples have been robbed for the rest of their lives.

Xuanyuanlun was also relieved, and a smile appeared on his face. He thought that he really wanted to be planted here. He didn't expect his son's bomb to play a miraculous effect. Not only did he kill more than 10 million snow ghosts, but he also hindered the advancement of the snow ghost beast.

“You look so happy?” A sound like a **** collision sounded.

Xuanyuan Lun’s cold hairs are blown up, and the ancient sword in his hand is gripped, and it’s a glimpse behind him!

"Hey!!" A golden hair with a scarlet claw caught the sword of the ancient sword in a blink of an eye. The strong sword gas caused the big hand to burst into a shard of ice, but could not drop the big hand.

Xuan Yilun's face changed greatly, and the other party actually grabbed his full strength with one hand? He saw the face of the comer, still the sly face, the appearance of the snow ghost, but the hair is golden, and there is a blue ring on the head.

Xuanyuanlun also had a reaction in the future, and there was a sharp pain in his chest. He found that a scarlet claw had penetrated his chest, and the ultimate cold force began to freeze his body quickly, freezing blood and freezing his soul. Then completely destroy his life.

The golden-haired snow ghost beast grinned: "Hehehe... Are you still happy now? Can you taste the most real death and feel the slow lapse of your life? Is this a very happy thing?"

It took the scarlet claws out of Xuanyuanlun's body, and the blood splashed and became frozen in the air. At this time, Xuanyuan Lun's skin has been covered with a layer of frost. This cold is from the inside out, and I can imagine what his body has been hit.

"The Sovereign!!"

"Damn, kill you!"

The powerful elders, when they saw the assassination of the lord, were all furious and released a powerful method to blast the golden hair ghost.

The golden-haired snow ghost snorted and kicked Xuanyuanlun to the mountain peak. The attack of all the claws was broken, and only one person blocked the attack of all elders.

In its eyes, Xuanyuanlun is already a dead person, and in it has the power of the strongest freezing rule, there is no possibility of living.

At this time, the golden energy aperture of Wanling Xianzong was also torn open with two huge frost holes, and a large group of snow ghosts continued to surge.

In the center of the frost hole, there are actually two golden snow ghosts!

The elders of the disciples of Wanling Xianzong changed their hopes into despair again.

How is this going to fight?

Jinmao Snow Ghosts stepped on the main peak of Wanling Xianzong. The peak of Wanzhang was frozen rapidly, and the blue ice was spreading. The blink of an eye formed a frozen mountain peak.

"Brightness is king, everything is empty!" It has a pair of arms, and the extremely cold breath is centered on it. For example, the shock wave generally expands wildly, apparently wanting to freeze all the creatures of the All Emperor.

Just then, the Milky Way suddenly appeared in the sky.

Then, an energy cannon that seems to contain an infinite galaxy traverses the sky, such as the galaxy that flies for nine days, and squats on the golden-haired snow ghost. The aftermath of the explosion even completely annihilates the main peak of Wanzhang.

Everyone was shocked by this sudden scene.

Then, a huge battleship jumped out of the stars.

A handsome white man, hugged Xuan Yulun, who fell to the ground, feeling the body that was chilly and stiff, and shivered and shivered: "Oh... sorry... I, I am late..."

Xuanyuan Lun looked at the familiar face, and pulled the corner of his mouth with difficulty. He shook his head and said: "No... you didn't come late... The core of the Wanling Taiji array has not been broken, and the humans in the Kyushu world still have to save..."

Xuanyuan sincerely heard this, his eyes were red, and he was even tighter, as if he hoped his body temperature could re-warm his body, which had already been cold and stiff, and his irreversible dissipated.

The golden-haired snow ghost beasted with black hair and jumped out of the gunfire. The huge warship against the sky roared: "Who is it?!"

"Four and nine sects do things." A cold voice echoed throughout the world.

Bai Ling’s white dress, such as Shenglian, came to the forefront of the battleship.

The disciples of the disciples of Wanling Xianzong heard this and were so excited that they were crying.

"This is a Spark ship!"

"It’s the forty-nine sects, it’s really the people of the Forty-nine Immortals!"

"Really great!!"

The Forty-nine Xianzong was in the war, but kept a record of unbeaten battles. Its existence represents the hope of the Kyushu community to fight against the Terran, and represents the hope of the rise of the Terran! As long as the main force of the four or nine sects is there, it will give people unlimited security.

"Oh...unfortunately our lord..."

Some elders still face grief and regret on their faces.

"Do you really think that a warship in the district can block the footsteps of our snow ghosts?" The golden-haired snow ghosts roared, and hundreds of millions of ice appeared behind it, as if they covered the sky.

"Four-nine sects? Guangming said that the biggest obstacle to the invasion of the Kyushu world is you, I would like to see how powerful the four-nine is." Another golden-haired ghost beast that built the frosty hole, also sneered.

"The killing of these people is our victory!" A golden-haired ghost beast holding an ice blue scorpion wand shouted loudly ~www.readwn.com~ The frosty hole further eroded the golden energy aperture.

"Snow ghosts, snow ghosts, snow ghosts..." countless snow ghost beasts look stunned, from the frosty hole to fight against the spirits of Xianzong.

The number of snow ghosts has been cut by more than 10 million, but there are still more than 60 million. This powerful force is enough to push any top fairy!

The two real road dragons have already bite away at the golden-haired snow monsters.

The sorcerer's blood unicorn reappears in the sky, and it is incomparably powerful and smashes into the snow ghost beast.

"Snow ghosts? Is this the culprit to let us be displaced?" Meng Zhi looked at the rushing monster, whispered.

"No, the culprit is the God of Light, or the Purple Star..." Shangguanyi sighed softly, and there was a complicated look in his eyes, but his body shape was also directed toward one of the golden-haired ghosts.

Bai Ling stood at the forefront of the battleship, his black and delicate eyebrows squinted, his face was full of awe and dignity, and his eyes flashed through countless streams of information for analysis.

On the battlefield, there are three golden-haired ghost beasts with their heads and gods. Each of them can play the same level of strength as the gods. It is the same level as the ant gods. It is obviously a **** created by some special means!

This is definitely the hand of God of Light tomorrow.

I am afraid that tomorrow, God thought of the idea of ​​attacking the North and the South, but the Ant God died so fast. But even if there is only a northern attack, the situation is still particularly severe.

The army on the east line has pressed the city, and the Kyushu area has been unable to extract more combat power. This battle can only resist them. It is only the forty-nine sects of the battle, and this battle is the real test of the forty-nine sects!

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