I Might Be A Fake Cultivator

A colorful aperture suddenly appeared on the head of the baby, releasing an infinite radiance.

An Lin’s pupils shrank and some said with a heart: “Is this the power of Shinto?!”

The power of Shinto is the power to touch the edge of the road or the power of the road, and the magical baby in front can also exert this power!

"No... this power seems to be flawed..."

An Lin is a good fighter who has fought against the top talents such as the criminal day, bin Laden, and Ziwei. He has a certain sentiment for these high-terrorist forces, and therefore always feels that the power of the gods released by the devil has some defects.

But even if it is flawed, that power is not comparable to ordinary returning power.

The magical baby holds a black spear and gently trembles. The space of the fire and the golden tiger is broken.

"Hey!" At this moment, the claws of the fire-stricken Golden Tiger have been torn to the magic baby.

The magical baby's wings fluttered, and the body suddenly flashed to the back of the fire.

Anlin thought that the magic boy was avoiding the attack of the raging gold tiger, but in the next moment, he began to stunned.

Because the body of the fire savage Jinhu suddenly split into two halves, the body began to dissipate in the air.

The magical baby is using the counterattack while avoiding the attack, and the speed is so fast that even Ann Ann has not noticed...

The gold attack of 200,000 Lingshi is useless!

The magic boy turned his green eyes to Anlin and smiled awkwardly: "Hey! Hey! Hey?"

When Anlin was cold, he felt an unspeakable pressure.

He felt that the baby boy looked at his own eyes, just like looking at a dead person.

Shen Jianshu!

Windy and heavy!

Anlin's eyes turned into a white snow, and at the same time the wings of the white wind formed behind him. In any case, these two standard skills must be maintained for more than three minutes, otherwise he will not know how to die.

Oh, now only two and a half minutes, the magic baby does not seem to be anxious to shoot.

Anlin is also happy to confront it, you have the ability to confront me for three minutes!

"Hey..."

A burst of clear humming sounds, two huge blood red pupils suddenly appeared behind the magical baby.

The two pupils contain endless degeneration, tyranny, killing, fear, death... A blood-red world suddenly unfolds in front of the eyes, making Anlin’s brain stun.

This is... the soul attack!

Anlin never imagined that the magical baby would choose this kind of attack. If the spirit is weak, I am afraid that it will be instantly attacked by this kind of attack.

But unfortunately, the soul of Anlin is the top level even in the virtual power.

An Lin yelled and his face was very painful.

The baby boy smiled smugly and seemed to appreciate the expression of An Lin: "Hey! Hey! Hey!"

However, Anlin called for a minute, and nothing happened.

"Ah... ah!" Anlin rubbed his head with both hands, yelling and yelling.

Anyone who yells for a minute will be tired of oxygen.

The smile on the face of the baby boy gradually disappeared, and a confused look appeared: "Hey?"

It silently canceled the spirit of the soul, and found that Anlin was still screaming.

"Ah... ah!" Anlin yelled and his face was very painful.

"Ah...hey?" He glanced at the magical baby, only to find that the two **** eyes had disappeared, and the screams stopped and his face was awkward.

The baby's face was so dark that it was about to drip out of water, and then the expression began to linger.

A feeling that was used as a fool to tease on its heart, let it finally blow up, the colorful aperture on the head runs fast, and the power bursts to make the whole space tremble: "Hey! Hey! Hey!"

At the same time, Anlin once again took out a high-level sword, Jiulong Lock Xianjian!

The fourth form of the Ares six swords, funeral sword!

boom!

The Kowloon Locked Sword was broken, and the dragon-scale fragments shimmered in the void with dazzling luster.

This is a move worth 500,000 pieces of Lingshi.

Hold on, there is still a minute and a half!

Anlin is preparing to inspire all the power of the Kowloon Locks, and a black shadow has already rushed to him. There is a sly smile on his face: "Hey!"

Anlin's gods have been launched, all senses are highly concentrated, and everything is like watching slow motion, which is the bullet time that people on earth often say.

But even so, the speed of the baby is in his eyes, it is incredible.

The black spear pierced through the void, like a flash of lightning.

Anlin used all the power to escape, but only deflected the body a little, and then the spear penetrated his shoulder.

"Hey!" Blood smashed, and Anlin's body was like a flying sword crashing into the ground.

The body's tearing sensation spread throughout the body, and he always felt that his body of God of War had no effect in front of the spear of the baby.

The magical baby took out the spear and smiled, and it was about to fall into the head of Anlin.

In the face of absolute strength and speed, Anlin wants to make a move, and it feels like a luxury.

For example, now that the sword is buried, I have not had time to use that force, and others will put him on the ground to prepare to die. How can this be played?

Anlin’s heart could not help but rise up a despair.

The black spear will be inserted again~www.readwn.com~ A golden horror energy will be sprayed from a distance, shining the whole space into a golden color.

This energy contains the power to break down all matter into the smallest particles, and it is a high-tech annihilator!

Bang!

The baby boy was blown up.

The white fat body rolled down the ground, the belly pocket broke, and the belly was still smoking.

A silver up to the hands of the magical baby, the mouth of the palm is still smoking, the mouth is still flowing with oil.

An Lin's face is overjoyed: "Da three, good!"

Sure enough, this new team member is very reliable, more reliable than Dong Guo, and actually saved his life in times of crisis!

He immediately stood up and held a grip on the magical boy's empty space.

"Roar!"

Nine black dragons descended from the sky and rushed to the magical baby. The black dragon body formed a mysterious and complicated array. The rain and thunder also appeared at this moment, rushing toward the magical baby, constantly impacting the body of the baby.

The terrible repression of the force, even the ground of the strange metal surface to the depression, the magical white and some fat body, was suppressed by the force of the big deformation.

An Lin counted the time, there is still a minute!

Be sure to stick to this last minute.

Anlin once again took out a high-level sword, Beiqiong Meteor Sword.

Nowadays, only the high-order spirit's funeral sword can have some effect on the magical infant.

The sheet metal can't stop, otherwise if the life is gone, then the chance of even the gold is gone.

If the movement of 500,000 pieces of Lingshi is not enough, then add another 500,000!

One million, I am afraid you are not afraid?

At the moment, Anlin exudes the brilliance of the local tyrant, overlooking the magical baby trapped in the big array.

The fourth form of the Ares six swords, funeral sword!

boom!

The North Jones Meteor Sword exploded.