I Might Be A Fake Cultivator

The oriental Ming dynasty fluttered in the white robe, and there was a calmness in the eyes of Can Ruo Xing.

When he raises his hand, he can provoke too much fire, and when he steps, the whole world will immediately turn into a sea of ​​inexhaustible use for him.

Shenyin has never seen such a dazzling man. He is like a king in the fire. He burns the sea and burns everything, and no one can be enemies. Eight monks in the magical period of the gods, can not insist on the three interest, they were directly burned into ashes by the inexhaustible vain.

"Qing Huan Zong and you have hatred? Actually sent half of the power to kill you." Unlike his appearance of all beings, the man's voice is extraordinarily gentle.

"Yeah." A blush appeared on the face of Shenyin, but the bright eyes stared straight at the man in front of him, not for anything else, because he looked so good.

"Really, my task is to destroy the Qing Huan Zong, and kill it together?" Dongming Ming laughed again.

"Yeah!" Shenyin nodded hard.

This is the first time they have met and talked, simple and straightforward, but they have connected their karma.

Qing Huanzong.

In the **** sea of ​​a corpse, the Tianlong female confession.

"Oriental Ming, be my Taoist!"

"Why!?" Dongfang Ming was shocked.

"Because you are handsome!"

Oriental Ming: "..."

"Because... you saved me!"

Dongfang Ming shook his head: "I don't need others to help others. The Taoist is a lifelong event. You can't play. You can't be separated without a hundred years."

"Well... then I will accompany you for a hundred years!"

Oriental Ming: "..."

The song began to become gentle and twirling, like the wind caressing the cheeks, and it seems to be the contempt of the lover.

Time has passed, and the sea is meteorite.

In the ocean of dandelions, the gods chased the fluttering dandelions, and Anlin and others saw the gentle eyes of the Oriental Ming.

On the seashore at sunset, the sound of the gods walked barefoot, and the white toes of the silkworms did not enter the golden sands, screaming at the moving songs. The oriental alum came to a very beautiful shell, gave it to the gods, and took the opportunity to pull her hand. Anlin and others felt the temperature in the hands of the Oriental Ming and saw the love of the eyes in the eyes of the East.

"Xiao Ming, I intend to create a fairy that contains the power of the real dragon and the phoenix, and leave it to our children!"

"We are not yet a Taoist... What do you think of our children's weapons?"

"Oh, sooner or later, the 100-year-old is now half past..."

The two walked through Kyushu to find refining materials.

In order to make this fairy perfect, the two even sacrificed their blood to integrate weapons.

On the day of the Dragonfinch sword, the real dragon Tianfeng meets in the air, and the heaven and earth vision is born.

"Xiao Ming, holding this sword is like holding our children. After all, there is the blood of both of us."

"So, do we still want children?"

"Yeah! You bad guy finally admitted that I am your Taoist?"

"..., fool, if you don't treat you as a Taoist, you will be wasting eighty years to accompany you."

God voice: "..."

"In the next 20 years, I will go to Longting to greet you through the door."

"Okay, I'll wait for you!"

The song suddenly changed, and an extremely scared emotion began to appear in the voice of the voice.

The scenes that are unwilling to recall, the pictures hidden deep in the heart, began to appear.

In the purple star world, the failure of the road, six ghosts, carrying 100,000 ghosts to the East China Sea Dragon Court.

The ghost army is raging, and the East China Sea is transformed into a **** scent.

Goddess looked at this desperate scene, and Dongming Ming once again blocked her.

He is still so dazzling, the whole person, like the same sun, completely illuminates the world of God, just as they did when they first met.

But this time, it was not the same as when they first met.

Because this time is their farewell day.

The strength of the six ghosts and gods is thorough, and the battle of the East Ming has burned all the powers before defeating the six ghosts and defeating the ghost army.

Oriental Ming lies in the arms of the voice, his breath is like a candle in the wind, but the gentleness of his face has not changed.

"God, I have developed a blood transplant method that just transfers my power to you..."

"No... you gave me a good life! Have you forgotten our agreement? It is only two years, obviously only two years left..."

The girl was crying with grief and screaming.

The blood of the phoenix is ​​like a trickle of water, warming her body and mind.

"Sorry, I missed the appointment..."

There are endless sorrows and recollections in the song, which provoke tears.

When Anlin and others saw that the Ming Dynasty died, they cried. It was a kind of sorrow that really went to the sad place. It was as if their own lover had died. No way, the feeling of substitution was too strong.

Xu Xiaolan glared at the heart, tears swirled in his eyes: "Xiao Ming... Why are you leaving me?"

An Lin wiped her tears, and her mind was full of Oriental Ming’s voice and smile.

His domineering, his gentleness, his guardianship all the time, and the inadvertent love revealed until the one he died, this emotion broke out completely, and Anlin was heartbroken.

"Hey, husband, how can you die, no, I want to die with you! Wang!!" Dabai has cried into tears, a look of incomparable love.

Only the clown, still standing firmly in the same place, not crying.

He constantly reminded himself that there is no good result in the love of crossing the race. But what is this sadness like the sea? Also, what liquid is flowing out of my face?

The voice of God's voice gradually changed, and some kind of faith supported her to go all the way. She once again embarked on the path of seeking the way.

The delicate body is like a kind of power, all the way through the thorns, struggling to move forward.

She is more than a few times harder than her own, and she is several times stronger.

"Xiao Ming, the strength you left in my body, I will make good use of it..."

Inside the Dragon Court, there was a anger from the Dragon King: "God, you are crazy! How can the phoenix's Tao and the true dragon's way be combined? This is originally two completely different avenues, forcing together, you will dead!"

"The road is tens of thousands, this is no constraint, why can't I create a new road?" The voice of God is lightly smiling, but the tone is very firm. "His strength and my strength will merge and never separate..."

On this day, the heavens and the earth are discolored, and the sea is churning.

Above the East China Sea, there are thousands of thunder covering the entire sky roaring, there is a flame like a raging sun to boil the sea, it seems to be the whole sea evaporated. However, all this, in the woman's sigh, disappeared.

Shenyin failed in the East China Sea. The delicate body fell from the sky and had a blank smile on his face.

Still failing, I really don’t know why I am so persistent. If I condense the Dragon Road early, wouldn’t it be good...

Shenyin is somewhat self-deprecating, but somehow, there is no trace of remorse in her heart. Some are just regrets that there is no success in joining the road. She uses the secret method to solidify her own soul and delay the time she has lost.

She came to the place where she met in the early days of the East, which was the plateau at the junction of Tianhe and Shilongzhou.

"What is the name? It is winter in the winter. When you leave me, it is winter. It is better to call it the winter dragon tomb..."

Shenyin built a cemetery for himself, sealed himself in the pillar of the Holy Spirit, waiting for the people in the world who could inherit her power.

Sometimes, I have to say that the fate is really amazing.

A beautiful woman came to this dragon tomb.

She is the blood of the true dragon and the gods, she has the blood connection with the gods, she has been recognized by the dragon's sword...

Shenyin thinks that if she and Dongfang Ming have children, it must be like Xu Xiaolan. After waiting for her for thousands of years, she was not in vain. She waited for someone who was very surprised and satisfied.

The songs drifted away, and the body of the gods began to fly toward the white beam of light.

There were two lines of tears on her face, and her eyes pierced the time, and she saw the shining figure like the sun. The woman in the white dress gradually became illusory, and the breath began to diverge.

The Palace of Heaven began to vibrate, and cracks began to appear on the walls. www.readwn.com~ The space of the winter dragon tombs began to vibrate and there was a spider-like crack.

Anlin and others returned from the song and looked at the dissipated goddess. Finally, they realized that this place could not be treated.

"Sister of God!" Xu Xiaolan shouted and ran to the voice, but was pulled by An Lin.

"Come on! If you don't leave, you will be dead!"

Anlin took Xu Xiaolan to jump on the black bricks, followed by the white and the clowns flying toward the door.

The life of the palace of life sighed slightly and began to walk to the space door of the cemetery.

The light of the Temple of Heaven slowly dissipated, and the mystery of the eight thousand years began to collapse at this moment, and it seems that all these pasts should be completely buried.

"This world, you can spend 98 years with you, how lucky..."

The voice of God is like a scorpio, but it is submerged in the turbulent flow of the secret world, and everything goes to chaos.