I Might Be A Fake Cultivator

"What? You... you said you are a god!"

Xu Xiaolan's eyes widened, his face was full of surprise, and even his speech was not smooth.

Anlin, the clown, and Dabai, who were hit hard by the ground, looked at the white skirt woman who was not far away.

God sound? What a joke!

Isn't this winter tomb of the dragon to be the burial place of the gods?

The cemetery of the Temple of Heaven is a voice of God. Doesn't this mean that she built a tomb for herself and then she will play as a tomb?

How can I play like this!

The white skirt woman nodded seriously and made a positive reply to Xu Xiaolan's question: "I am the voice of God, the owner of this dragon tomb."

Xu Xiaolan: "..."

Anlin, Dabai, Clown: "..."

Without paying attention to the reaction of the people, the woman in the white skirt waved a hand, and an extremely large treatment array rose up to treat the injuries of everyone.

"The setting of this combat test is that as long as you have ten breaths in my hands, you will pass. From the time I started to talk to Xu Xiaolan, I had a total of twelve days. So congratulations. You have passed the test of strength." The woman who claimed to be a **** voice said with a smile.

Anlin and others heard that they finally breathed a sigh of relief. This **** voice is the power to return to the virtual world. It is a fantasy to defeat her. The previous battles are now scared.

The treatment of the array method continues, and the injuries of Anlin and others have been relieved a lot, and they have stood up again. Da Yi Er also returned to the Nayong, and began to absorb the energy of the stone, automatically repairing the bitter road of injury.

After repeated battles, the number of spirits that these two skeletons have taken has reached tens of thousands. Fortunately, Anlin is a local tyrant, otherwise he really wants to die.

Just after the fact that everyone was reluctant to accept the white skirt, the goddess was the voice of God.

She is still talking to Xu Xiaolan, obviously very interested in Xu Xiaolan: "Xu Xiaolan Xiaoyou, can you let me use a technique for you?"

Xu Xiaolan warned: "What technique?"

"A blood identification method is really not opposite. I think you and I are relatives."

"With the pride of the bird, it is impossible to recognize a strength as a master of the cultivating period, unless she has the familiar taste on her body..." The voice of the gods is very gentle, and there is a faint expectation in the eyes. .

Xu Xiaolan was a long-lost man, and nodded and agreed.

With the strength of the gods, if she wants to harm her, what kind of technique is forced to use, she can't resist it. Shenyin’s initiative to open the request is a manifestation of respect for her. She is also wondering about the connection between herself and the Palace of Heaven, so there is really nothing to reject.

Anlin, Dabai and the clown also widened their eyes. Before they guessed that the dragon tomb was opened by Xu Xiaolan, she did not expect that even the owner of the cemetery, Shenyin Yinglong would like to confirm this...

Shenyin Yu refers to the emergence of red awns, gently to the forehead of Xu Xiaolan.

Xu Xiaolan slightly closed his eyes, his eyelashes fluttered, and his delicate face looked a little nervous.

Anlin stared at the look of the gods intently, watching her face from light to confused, then to stunned.

Shenyin put down his hand and the spell ends.

There is no earth-shattering movement, and the whole process is very dull.

Xu Xiaolan opened her eyes and looked at the woman who was light and elegant in front of her. She was nervous and somewhat expecting.

Shenyin's eyes are bright, and Xu Xiaolan's expression is softer and softer.

"Child, I know, I know, let me tell you the truth..."

Listening to the voice of God, An Lin, Dabai and the clown know that there is a play!

Shenyin gentleness: "The daughter of the son of the daughter of the daughter of my sister's son is you!"

Xu Xiaolan opened his mouth: "Ah?"

Anlin, clown, all white petrified face.

Shenyin explained again: "In other words, your father's mother's mother's mother's father's mother's sister is me!"

Anlin, the clown, and Dabai continued to petrify.

Xu Xiaolan’s lips, she knows, she knows that she and her voice are relatives!

But... so terrible, what should she call this relative...

"God... God's voice grandmother..." Xu Xiaolan sighed and said hello.

Shenyin's pretty face is cold, said: "Call sister!"

Xu Xiaolan was shocked, but forced to return to the power of ecstasy, she had to say: "Sister of God..."

After she finished, she began to realize a very serious problem. Her name is Shenyin's sister? What does her mother call God?

After listening to Xu Xiaolan’s “sister”, Shenyin nodded slightly, and his face once again showed a spoiled look, stroking Xu Xiaolan’s head and feeling: “I didn’t expect the son of the daughter of the daughter of my sister’s son’s daughter. The daughter has grown so big..."

Xu Xiaolan: "..."

An Lin heard that he finally came back to God. The style of such a collapsed painting shocked him, and he couldn’t help but vomit in his heart. The voice of the daughter of the daughter of the daughter of her sister’s son was not seen. Let's go... The daughter of the daughter of the daughter of the daughter of her sister's son is so big and normal! This feeling is what is wrong! ?

"You have the blood of our dragons, and it is still the most pure bloodline of your system. Your mother should be the descendant of Suzaku, so you are also the blood of the gods and phoenix. So terrible blood potential... This is definitely the dragon bird An important reason..." Shenyin nodded again and again.

Then she seemed to think of something, and smiled and said: "It seems that this is really a fate. I originally created the Dragon Spider Sword, and I wanted to build a magical soldier that can perfectly combine the strength of the dragon and the phoenix. As a result, the Dragon Spider Sword is built, but I am not a good match..." She said, she once again looked at Xu Xiaolan. "I didn't expect it to meet you after eight thousand years. You have the blood of the dragon and the phoenix. Maybe you can really show the power of the Dragon Spider Sword..."

"Bound, wonderful!" An Lin spoke in a timely manner.

Xu Xiaolan looked at the dragon's sword in his hand and smashed the god.

Yes, it’s really a coincidence. Is this fate?

The Dragon Sparrow Sword slammed out of the hand, spinning around the voice, full of attachment and disappointment, and seemed to be against the phrase "not a good match" that she said.

Shenyin caressed the Dragon Spider Sword, and his face showed a shallow smile.

She looked at Xu Xiaolan, as if she had figured something out, she said directly: "The power of your dragon's blood has not yet been activated, mainly because the blood of the gods and phoenixes in your body wake up early, and then suppress the awakening of the dragon's blood. ”

"Well, let me help you to awaken the dragon's blood, and by the way, my inheritance and the treasures left here are also given to you."

This time a ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Xu Xiaolan immediately stayed in place.

Anlin refused to accept it and raised his hand to protest: "Sister of God, this inheritance does not come to a few waves of trials, fair selection of candidates to say it again??"

God sounds a smile: "There was still a blood test and a test of heart, but now I see Xu Xiaolan's sister pleasing to the eye, so pass it to her. Why, do you have opinions?"

"This is not fair, Wang!" Da Bai burst into tears and mourned.

It strolled around a cemetery, all kinds of births and deaths, the results are not, it is not satisfied!

"This tomb is me, this treasure is my hair, everything I have the final say!" Shenyin chin slightly raised, looking at the crowd with a look, carrying an unparalleled Longwei cold voice.

Anlin, Dabai, the clown trembled, and they said that they were speechless.

Yes, this tomb is opened by her, what happened to the relatives?

The people slightly lowered their heads and bowed to the ancient relatives.