I Might Be A Fake Cultivator

"Xiaohong, do you feel uncomfortable?" Anlin asked nervously.

He was afraid that Xiaohong would accept the **** inheritance and become a monster if he couldn't agree with one word. That would be really ruined.

"Hey... I feel so hot, can I look at it?" Xiaohong said with a confused tone that just woke up.

Is your body hot? Shape?

An Lin is a singer: "No, just do it first!"

If it is true form...

At that time, I am afraid it is not a little red hot, but Anlin, they are hot!

"If there are any symptoms, remember to tell me in time." Anlin suddenly added.

"Yeah." Xiaohong heard the nod and nodded and continued to retract his pocket and go to sleep.

Bai Ling's body is like a light particle that spreads out and disappears in place.

After a while, Anlin and others returned to their original place.

"Ang, I think we will go back." Miao Tian whispered.

The blood test has been extremely dangerous, and if it was not for Allin’s desperation, they all had to be there.

There is also a white Ling that is unreasonable and strong to buy and sell. It feels like it is like continually digging holes to let them jump. It is really a desire for people not to continue going.

Anlin nodded. The injury between him and the clown has not recovered. If you don't say anything else, if you encounter a trial like the **** trial, they will be killed here.

"Let's go, let's go back." Anlin said.

Then they started to go back.

Passing through the gate, you will see a small square full of art sculptures.

"Rely!" Anlin saw this scene, his eyelids jumped and smashed.

There is no doubt that they have never been here before.

"Is the egg, is it played again?"

An Lin looked nervously around her face, for fear of suddenly bursting out of a white whirlpool, and told them that she had entered a certain trial.

The people stood in the same place, held their breath for a minute, and found that there was no special situation, and could not help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"God, is this place really unreasonable?"

Miao sweet patted the small chest, a look of heart and soul.

"The original way back can go to a different secret room, how can we get back to the exit?" Zong Yongyan frowned.

An Lin is also a helpless face: "I can't stay in place anyway."

Everyone circled this small square and found nothing.

As for the sculptures, some are extremely strange, some are extremely beautiful, full of artistic sense.

Other than that, there is nothing special about it.

Anlindo left a mind and took the sculpture of the entire small square with a solar camera.

This year's photo crystal is too expensive, or the camera is practical.

After that, they entered another door.

After crossing the door, everyone stood in the same place again.

They came to a strange place.

The surrounding area is no longer a confined space, but a piece of Hongmeng, no up and down, no space distance.

This scene was seen when Anlin entered Nantianmen and transmitted to Earth.

In the distance, a small white ball is suspended in the air.

Connecting the **** and their roads is a wooden bridge that is 100 meters long.

A bad premonition came to Anlin’s heart.

Sure enough, a woman in white fluttering suddenly appeared, smiling and said:

"Welcome to the trial of the smashing, the trial survival rate is zero percent."

"As long as you cross the wooden bridge, you can inject the vitality into the white ball to complete the trial."

“The trial is successful, and everyone will get the orthodox inheritance of the Institute No. 88.”

Everyone: "..."

An Lin: "I have a word, I don't know if I can't talk about it."

Bai Ling’s face showed a soft smile and nodded. “Well, okay, I promised to try it. Right... I wish you good luck!”

Said, Bai Ling's body dissipated again.

An Lin: "..."

Everyone: "..."

"Angola, there are entities that **** is not it. Next time I see that **** Do not bullshit, we go directly to beat her!" Luo Zaiping road rage.

"That must wait until we can live to go out, did not hear it, the trial survival rate is zero percent." Zong Yongyan lamented with sorrow.

This proves that the monks who have been here are dead!

"That can only show that the monks who came before are too weak. It is not that there is no way to pass this trial. Let me come to the front!" The clown picked up the silver rod and walked toward the wooden bridge.

"Wait!" Anlin stopped the clown: "Let me try something strange in this place."

As he said, he took out a spiritual stone from the Nayong and threw it away from the Hongmeng area outside the wooden bridge.

"Zi..."

Lingshi instantly became shattered.

Then he threw a Lingshi to the wooden bridge.

Suddenly, the white ball released a ray of light.

This ray is extremely fast, and the stone is hit and instantly turned into powder.

When everyone saw this scene, they frowned.

This white light is extremely fast, they have no way to escape...

When Anlin saw it, he took out the blood dragon magic knife.

This is a high-order manipulator with a hard material that can't be easily broken even by a monk who is a god.

He glanced at the knife with some distress and then threw it at the wooden bridge.

"Hey!"

Another white light that could not be caught by the eyes, hit the blood dragon magic knife.

Then, the high-order instrumental blood dragon magic knife dissipated like dust, completely disappearing on the wooden bridge.

Everyone: "..."

Terror attack speed, unsolved attack power.

They finally know why it was called the trial of destruction, and everything could not escape the fate of dust, and the destruction was not so powerful.

No wonder it’s a trial with a zero percent survival rate, no hope at all!

The clown’s nose was pumping and he came back silently.

You don't have to play this time, he is still basking in the side.

"I feel that it is difficult to open the door behind me. It may not be too difficult for the bridge." Sun Shenglian faintly opened ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Everyone heard the words shine, then really went to the door...

After three minutes.

The people were lying on the floor panting, with tears in their eyes.

Eggs, the door is too hard!

Ice, fire, water, wind, swords, knives, kicks, kicks, can be used, and I do not know what the door made of materials, not even a fart.

"Ah... Is it going to be trapped here?"

Miao sweet eyes are red, and the small face of the powder carving jade is full of grievances, biting the lower lip, trying not to cry out.

"Everyone thinks about what else to do." Anlin tried to cheer himself up and cheer on the side.

That being said, everyone can't think of any way, only to be silent.

At this time, Zong Yongyan suddenly shook his fan and said:

"The white ball attack is fast and powerful, but the attack interval may be a point that can be broken..."

Everyone heard the words are bright.

Yeah, such a powerful attack, always have to work hard!

When you say it, Anlin throws a Lingshi to the wooden bridge, and the white ball is instantly crushed.

He threw a stone at the wooden bridge, and the white light was still coming.

Anlin was not convinced, and suddenly threw hundreds of Lingshi.

"Hey!"

Hundreds of rays of light are shot at the same time...

He threw a few hundred Lingshi.

"Hey!"

Hundreds of rays of light are shot at the same time...

The people fell silent again.

Zong Yongyan shook his head and nodded: "The attack is without gaps, and it can achieve multiple targets while accurately hitting..."

"We are dead..." Miao sweet tears "啪嗒啪嗒" dripping on the ground, added.