I Might Be A Fake Cultivator

Q: How can I save Anlin?

Asked the surface of the book to emit a yellow light, slowly absorb the blood.

Then, it began to leave the body of Anlin and burned in the void.

A golden font, with the burning of the Bible, comes to the void.

Every font is very suitable for the idea, blending between the heavens and the earth, and the world.

Method 1: Within a half-quarter of an hour, let the souls of the joint period use the power of Shinto to wash the marrow for Anlin.

Method 2: Within half an hour's clock, the blood of Shenhuang is transplanted on Anlin, and the source of blood is used to expel cold power.

Method 3: Within half an hour's clock, find the inflammation of the Supreme God fruit, there is also a half chance to eliminate the cold.

Xu Xiaolan looked at the three methods, the double eyes reflected the fire, the body looked a little thin.

Half an hourly clock is seven or eight minutes. The time is very urgent. Once the time is up, then Anlin’s air machine will be cut off.

The third method is the most direct. She took a look at An Lin and her own ring, and there is no sacred god. If you want to come, it is like this kind of supreme god, which is even higher than the fairy fruit. Even the power of the returning period is rarely possessed.

As for the first method, let the souls of the joint period use the power of Shinto to wash the marrow for Anlin. She is now unable to contact the second uncle, nor can she contact the elders of Zongmen. I look forward to the other great powers coming in here in half a quarter of an hour. The chance is even closer to nothing.

In this way, only the second method is left.

Just right, this way she will...

In the winter dragon tomb, she gained the inheritance of the gods, in which the method of transplanting the blood of the Eastern Ming Dynasty to the gods.

As a dragon power with the blood and blood of the dragon and the phoenix, the sound of the phoenix that she possessed was obtained through the blood transplant at the moment before the death of Dongfang Ming.

The two of them did not expect that, after 10,000 years, there will be a woman with a dragon and a bloodline, transplanting her blood to another man.

"Just... this method of blood transplantation will make the roots collapse, my strength will quickly lose, and eventually become a mortal woman who can't be cultivated..." Xu Xiaolan smiled and said a bit of bitterness in his smile.

She hugged An Lin and looked at the man covered in frost in front of her eyes. There was no hesitation on her face, and her mouth began to lick the old mouth.

That mouth is like a song, and the melody is beautiful.

Shenyin originally liked to sing, so she improved the mouth of the blood transplant of the Oriental Ming, so that the transplantation of blood is also perfected by the blessing of the temperament.

This is a solo singer without an audience. Xu Xiaolan's voice is actually very good. With gentle phoenix sound in the gentle, it can warm and appease the people.

Somehow, her mind suddenly recalled the performance in the mortal, and An Lin at the concert.

That night, she handed the guqin, and the white skirt fluttered like a valley.

An Lin sings, she has a soundtrack, and the two work together seamlessly, and the tacit understanding is like an old partner who has been rehearsing for a long time.

I never thought that it was actually the first time the two had a concert, and it should be the last time...

I still have a tacit understanding with him... Xu Xiaolan suddenly had a feeling.

That night, starlight, more dazzling than the ocean of white light sticks, performed with Anlin on the same stage, and received tens of thousands of cheers. At that time, she was actually nervous, but her face did not show up. .

When she came off the stage, she came to the stage because of her hand holding Anlin.

What do I think of these details? Sure enough, I have always cherished it... Xu Xiaolan thought.

The songs are melodious and the power is stirring in the space.

A formation gradually appeared on the ground, giving off a golden glow.

The complicated golden lines were slowly built, and finally formed a phoenix image on the ground.

Xu Xiaolan cut open his wrist, and it was not the red blood that flowed out, but the golden blood that contained the true inflammation.

Anlin’s hand was also cut open and there was no bloodshed.

His body has been frozen and hard.

Under the traction of the array, Xu Xiaolan's golden blood slowly flowed into the wounds of Anlin, and there was a sorrowful sound of the phoenix. The powerful source of inflammation could impact the endless cold of Anlin.

The warm sun in winter will eventually melt the snow.

The blue cold is like a natural enemies, madly fleeing in the body of An Lin.

But the golden inflammatory power is everywhere, flowing through the whole body, completely killing the blue cold force.

The golden source of inflammation began to integrate into the blood, meridians, spirits, seas...

Gradually, it completely turned into the blood of Anlin, emitting a faint glow.

The warmth of strength pulled Anlin back from the hands of the **** of death, leaving him no longer cold.

Xu Xiaolan's face was pale and bloodless. She stroked An Lin's ruddy cheek and smiled involuntarily.

That smile is beautiful and very stunned.

She placed the fire tray on An Lin's body, took out a blank sheet of paper, and wrote a line:

"Bring the fire tray back to Suzaku, and cultivate the fairy, go up every day, don't think about me."

A few drops of tears fell, and I didn’t know that the Tsing Yi woman had already burst into tears.

She used to have countless good things about her future.

She worked hard for this and struggled for it.

She still has a lot of things to do, and she still has many wishes not completed.

She even dreamed that one day she would be able to climb the summit with the men around her.

But now, all the dreams are gone, her wings are folded...

Because the blood is forcibly transplanted, the roots collapse, the power will continue to be lost, and it has become a mortal.

The cries of crying slightly sounded in the cave.

"I'm stupid... I don't know you and you, but I gave you blood..."

"I am stupid, I also want to see the higher and farther scenery, why is it to save you, to break the path of Xian..."

"I am stupid, what am I doing..."

"I am stupid, I am stupid..."

Xu Xiaolan seems to be crying out of her sorrow, as if to grieve all the grievances~www.readwn.com~ I don’t know when her lips are deeply printed on the lips of An Lin, tears Wet clothes.

Love is like a sea of ​​water, and hatred is deeply rooted in love.

Xu Xiaolan has never clearly recognized her inner feelings as she does now.

"An Lin, I am stupid..."

"and so……"

"Please forget this silly woman, I can no longer face you."

She spoke softly and did the last goodbye.

The woman pedaled the dragon's sword and looked back at the face that was sleeping, and the sword began to rise.

"We have done our fate, and since then... strangers."

The sound dissipated in the air, and the thin and lonely blue shadow disappeared into the clouds and disappeared. Please search for "" or enter the URL: