I Might Be A Fake Cultivator

Tian Jianzong, a tea room.

The gentle man has always angered the table: "No, I have nothing to say, I am not allowed to go!"

The woman’s face is also with a thin anger: “The imaginary spirits are the cancers of the mainland. They have done less to destroy the country and destroy the genocide. What happened to us to capture the holy mine of the mountain?”

"The imaginary spirits are indeed evil, but it is not the turn of our swordsman. Do you know that you will provoke them to the end? Just to create a sword for the illusion, to provoke the existence? I see the illusion will be yours. Spoiled!!" The man is very strong, and there is no room for maneuver in the tone.

The woman smiled and said: "Yeah, I don't spoil her. Who else in the world loves her? You have several children, but I only have one daughter! What is the meaning of the Extreme Holy Spirit Mine for the illusion, you don't I don't know... It doesn't matter if you don't agree, I just go by myself."

After all, the woman turned and left.

"You... you are crazy!?" The man looked away from the back, so angry that he didn't know what to say.

In the flying boat, the little girl took the woman's hand and was curious: "Ma Ma, don't you go with us?"

The woman gently caressed the girl's head: "He is busy, it doesn't matter, I will be enough to go alone."

"Oh, that's also, Ma Ma is the first female sword sorcerer of the celestial sword, who has played Ma Ma!"

"Ma Ma, accompany me to practice the sword!"

"okay……"

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The virtual domain, a sky is a blue-green strange area.

Everything here seems to be between illusion and reality. Any color can become a part of the air, twisting, smashing, polluting, breaking...

If a person with a very strong mind is stepping into this space, it may become an emotional disorder or even a madness immediately because of this environment.

There are five sacred mountains here, which are rich in peerless minerals that make foreigners envious.

One of the Wushen Mountains, the Ice God Mountain, is best known for its extremely cold holy soul mine.

It has condensed for three thousand years and has a strong comprehensive effect on the soul.

Similarly, only the existence of an extremely powerful soul and soul can be recognized.

At this time, this mountain has ushered in the most terrible chaos in history.

"Ma Ma, Ma Ma... What are these things?" The girl saw that it was a translucent face-faced monster that was constantly rushing, and scared her feet.

"Don't be afraid, there is me here, these are scary paper tigers. You see, they can't stop me from a sword." The woman smiled softly, the translucent sword of the mind in her hand, drawn a path in the air. The domineering swordsman, the imaginary spirits that cull everything, no matter the spirit or the body, all become nothing.

The imaginary spirits who guarded the mountain of God were completely scared by the murder of God. Even the high spirits of the returning imaginary spirits are all used by women to smother the number of swords, and how to keep it! ?

At the peak of the mountain, the woman took the girl's hand and looked at the piece of crystal clear blue stone.

"The extremely cold holy soul mine has been condensed for three thousand years. Now that the mineralization has been for a thousand years, you have not found a good person..." The woman looked at the stone and whispered, "illusion, go to the blood."

The girl sprinted in excitement and looked at the blue ore, which was exactly the same as the material shown on the artifacts! !

The girl's agile purplish can even see through the stone the energy that dances inside like an elf.

A drop of blood dripping on the surface of the blue stone, the stone that has not been moving for thousands of years has erupted out of the blue mans!

"It is! This is the sign of the identification of the extremely cold holy soul mine!" The woman's eyes lit up.

After the chilling holy soul mine recognizes the Lord, the spirituality is the most complete, and the sword must be cast on the spot, otherwise the spirituality will be quickly lost.

"Nine-day Xuanjian array, Kai!"

With the woman's sip, the extremely powerful Shen Nian sword of the nine handles flew out of her sea of ​​knowledge, forming a powerful sword array.

"The illusion stays in the sword array, don't move!"

There was not much time left for the woman. After she gave a command, she immediately began to cast a sword at the top of the mountain.

In order to quickly cast this sword, the vitality of the entire mountain is violently surging, thunder, fire, hammering...

The blue-green sky slowly tears open a dark crack.

The cracks are filled with extreme chaos and darkness. A hollow eye with red smoldering fire, a translucent monk with a black halo on his head, slowly coming out of the crack, cold eyes looking at the ice **** mountain not far from the wind.

The black monk faintly said: "Qiu Hong, the great elder of Tian Jianzong, the wife of the lord Liu Mingxuan, returning to the swordsman of the late period..."

"Oh... even if Liu Mingxuan doesn't dare to come to the mountains to scatter wild, who gives this girl the courage?" The crack once again came out with a double-headed black-faced translucent monster, smiling coldly.

"Oh, I can't say that, if we are just in the vicinity of this, maybe we can make this Qiuhong succeed. When she hides in Tianjianzong, we have no way..." The black monk said, A spear made of dried vines has appeared in his hand.

The dry, yellowed spear squirmed slightly, and the tip of the spear appeared a bit like a **** red awn.

Death Spear, which is made up of ancient **** vines that grow in the deadliest place in Huangquan Shenshan. Once it is thrown out, all enemies lower than the realm of the thrower will be cast, and the middle will die!

This is the real spear of death, and it has already touched on the peak of the meticulous causal rules.

The monk with a black halo on his head is already the illusion of the virtual peak.

"Black curtain!" The two-headed monsters smashed their hands.

On the ice **** hill, a smooth sword rushed into the sky.

The little girl looked at the beautiful light blue long sword and the whole person was excited.

"Fantasy, does this sword like it?" Qiu Hong smiled and handed the sword to the girl.

This sword can nourish the little girl's soul that is suppressed because of the sword's ancient body is too strong, perhaps this sword is really the best choice.

"Like! This sword is so beautiful, Ma Ma is the best for me!" The little girl happily stretched the pink hand and wanted to hold the dreamy sword in her arms.

The ripples spread and the space solidifies.

A bright blood flower did not know when it appeared on the woman's lower abdomen.

The tip of the ancient vine twisted through the skin, with a fascinating red light, seems to be mocking this short joy.

Qiu Hong looked at the spear on his lower abdomen with horror, then looked behind him and saw two imaginary gods with low breath in the distance, thoughtfully.

The spear suddenly disappeared again, as if it had never appeared. Only the black lines of the woman's abdomen and the blood that kept flowing were still proclaiming what had just happened.

The little girl was completely stagnation, her eyes wide and her eyes looked at the blood of the woman's abdomen.

After a few seconds of her disappointment, she trembled into Qiu Hong’s arms and screamed at the **** wounds. She was panicked and said: “Ma Ma, what happened to you... are you okay?”

"Boom!"

A black cuboid space, when the two men shrouded the top of the mountain, this is a terrible space blockade.

Qiu Hong bitterly smiled and crushed the jade that he carried with him in his arms. He held Liu Qian's illusion in his arms and turned it into a little bit of light.

The two-headed black-faced monster looks awkward, and then some embarrassed look at the side of the side: "She actually has a hidden jade..."

Black rumors and expressions are blank: "Nothing, Qiu Hong is already dead. As for the sword created by the extremely cold holy soul mine, we will come back sooner or later."

Tian Jianzong.

Liu Mingxuan looked at the air on the ground and slowly dissipated the woman, and she was trembling.

He is miscalculated. He thinks that Qiu Hong, who has a hidden jade, can safely come back even if he is in danger.

He thought that this action was not his own personally, so Qiu Hong’s personal actions could not fully represent Tian Jianzong, and he could slowly reconcile with the virtual spirits...

But he never imagined that Qiu Hong had suffered an attack of causal power!

"Qiu Hong, who did this work?" The man tried his best to suppress the anger and the voice was low.

The woman seemed to have no hearing, and her face gently touched the girl crying beside her. She whispered softly: "Fantasy, after the mother left, you remember to practice the sword for four hours every day, don't be lazy. Also, don't forget not to be too proud, to be a low-key person, not to fight, not to show off the rich..."

Liu Mingxuan is half-baked in front of Qiu Hong~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The huge healing power rushes into the woman's body, but the black lines are like the bones of the bones.

"Damn! Qiu Hong... You tell me, who is this?"

The man gnashed his teeth and the anger in his eyes was completely unstoppable.

"Hey, you can save the mother, please, please save her..." The little girl burst into tears and watched her mother become weaker but unable to do anything, only constantly pleading with the man in front of him.

"Fantasy... Also, you can't picky eaters, remember to make more friends, be happy every day..."

The woman's gaze is getting more and more blurred, she has no time, she just wants to hurry and talk a little more with her daughter.

The girl reflected in Qiu Hongjun is so cute, and now it is so distressing to watch. She really didn't want to leave, really want to spend more time with her children.

"Fantasy, don't talk nonsense with you... fast, let mom hug..."

"be good……"

"You have to remember that my mother loves you..."

Qiu Hong sniffed the faint scent of the girl in her arms and smiled and slowly closed her eyes.

Tian Jianzong, the bell of grief resounded through the heavens and the earth.

The girl sat alone on the bed, listening to the piercing bells into her ears, eyesless, holding a blue sword in her arms.

She used to sleep with her mother, but now she can only hold a cold sword.

"You made it for your mother, then you are called Bing Hung."

"Bing Hong, if I didn't want this sword in the first place, it wouldn't happen like this, right?"

"Bing Hong...I killed my mother, right?"

"Oh, yes, if the mother doesn't make you, she won't die, you have responsibility too!"

"Dangdang!"

The ice sword was thrown to the ground by the girl.

The girl curled up on the bed, the light was dark and the silence was silent.