I Might Be A Fake Cultivator

Time passed.

One hundred years later, the names of both Mengzhi and Bingfu resounded throughout the ice cold.

They have entered the realm of returning to the virtual world, becoming the youngest palace of the Holy Palace in the cold sacred land, and dominated one area.

Mengzhi got what he wanted and became a candidate for the high priest.

On this day, she came to Qinglian Palace with great joy and told the news to Bing Fu.

"Toy, I am now a candidate for the high priest, and I am further away from the dream of doing what I want!"

At this time, Mengzhi has become a woman with a stature. After she saw the familiar figure, the majesty and the frost on her face melted out, and she opened her mouth like a girl.

Bing Fu is still a soft and delicate appearance, but the breath has become more profound and profound.

After seeing the woman in front of him, he reached out and bounced the woman's smooth white forehead and smiled. "Don't be too happy too early. There are not three people in the waiting list. If you are unsuccessful, don't run here and cry."

Mengzhi wrinkled his nose and irritated: "Hey...have you talked to the owner like this? Quickly praise me!"

Bing Fu: "..."

"The master is really talented, the world is brilliant, the city is peerless..."

Listening to the praise, Meng Zhi smiled lightly, staring at the man in front of him, scattered in the majestic golden cymbals, revealing a touching color.

One day, I will be on the high priesthood, and then I will let you appear as a man in the face of the world...

Her dream has not yet been realized, and a war that has swept the entire cold and sacred place has completely broken out.

The spread of Frostmourne was a last resort, and the power of Snow Maiden began to expand to the Kyushu border.

Tianting’s 50,000-day soldiers will join forces with the 50,000 monks led by Wan Ling Xianzong to resist the invasion of the Snow Maiden in Fengyuan.

This war discolored the sky and made the land sink.

Bing Fu met a terrible opponent, Chen Wangxi, the peak of the Tianling Peak of Wanling Xianzong.

Chen Wangxuan holds the town's magic tower, and between the hands, it is the surging, the thousands of suppression techniques are endless, containing the supreme power.

Bing Fu and he fought for a day and night, still did not win the game.

The more the battle of Chen Wangyu, the more eccentric the look on his face.

After he used the town magic tower to fly the ice floe, he finally couldn’t help but say: "Son?"

Bing Fu holding the star wolf to kill the sword, is about to continue to attack, but was scared by this sentence, then angered: "Hey! You are stinky, Hugh to take advantage of me!"

Boom! The two fight together.

An hour has passed, and Chen Wangxuan once again said: "It can't be wrong, although your appearance has changed a lot, it has become delicate, and there is a raised chest, but this **** soul can not be faked, son, I You are jealous!"

"I am you!" Bing Fu screamed, the star wolf killed the sword purple mans to the sky, condensed thousands of wolves, with a mighty power, rushed to Chen Wangxuan.

The town's magic tower broke out in endless Jinmang, crushing thousands of wolves.

Chen Wangxi rushed to the ice, and opened his own palm, blood splashes, countless mysterious runes flowed between the palms: "Is memory blocked, then let my blood come to awaken your memory Let's go!"

"Looking for death!" Bingfu's star wolf killed the sword and stabbed Chen Wangxi.

Who knows that Chen Wangxi does not hide, the long sword pierced Chen Wangxuan's body, his blood-stained palm, also at this moment to shoot the ice of the Fu Fu cover.

Bang! The horrible waves spread around.

Bing Fu's eyes are round and round, and his mind is broken by the mysterious power connected by a certain blood. Countless memories begin to appear clearly, as if the head is to be blasted.

"Ah..." Bing Fu squatted to the ground and shouted loudly.

At this moment, countless ice-covered dragons began to rush to Chen Wangxi.

"Bold, dare to hurt the ice, I want your life!"

Meng Zhi wears a phoenix crown, and the face of the peerless world is full of anger.

Her golden dawn with endless majesty, covering the entire sky, let everything bow to the court.

At this moment, she is the most powerful emperor in the world.

The town magic tower opened across the enchantment of the thousand feet to resist the impact of the ice dragon.

Every time it crashed, it caused the earth's depression to crack, causing the mainland to violently shake.

But Chen Wangxi insisted on his teeth and waited for his son to wake up.

"I... I am Chen Qinghang?" After a moment, Bing Fu licked his head and muttered to himself.

Chen Wangyi heard a tremor and shouted: "Yes... you are Chen Qinghang! You remember it, haha, my son is finally back!"

"No... it should be a daughter now."

"But it doesn't matter, you will call Chen Qingqing later!" Chen Wangxi returned to God, and immediately added.

Bing Fu: "..."

"Hey, I am a man, my chest is fake." Chen Qinghang sighed and said.

Chen Wangyu looked at Chen Qinghang with a sigh of relief. He was delighted and excited: "Haha, you finally told me to swear again, how long I have not heard this title!"

"Ice...you...what are you just talking about?" Meng Zhi stared at the man kneeling on the floor, his face full of incredible looks, as if an important support had collapsed. They all started to tremble.

This fact is placed in front of her, making her totally unacceptable.

Just then, a golden giant palm fell from the sky, covering the sky of three thousand feet.

The horrible power of the horror is as raging as the sea. The whole sky is under this palm, and it becomes a golden color. The space is blocked by solidification, and no one can escape this palm.

"Women, let's die." The sound blew like a thunder.

Bang! The hundreds of feet of the frost dragon was broken by the power of the giant palm, and even Mengzhi was also pressed down the ground.

The ground began to burst, and all things were under this palm, turning into tiny powders.

"It is the elders of the elders, Tianwujun, and the demon girl will die this time!" Chen Wangyi said with a sigh of relief, said with a smile.

"Meng Zhi!" Chen Qinghang looked at the woman who was pushed into the ground, and her heart trembled and began to panic.

The long silver hair was stained with blood, and the woman with a scar was biting her teeth and crawling out of the huge palm print.

She looked up hard and greeted her with the golden sword rain that fell in the sky.

Every Jinmang is worthy of the full blow of the returning power.

They fall like rain, enough to erase everything in this land!

However, at this moment, a man wearing a blue robe blocked her and raised the star wolf to kill the sword.

"Son, are you crazy??" The roar of Chen Wangxi came from afar.

In an instant, the violent explosion covered Chen’s snoring.

The earth was smashed by the endless swords, and a huge pothole was blasted.

After the dust settled, Chen Qinghang, who was in the forefront, was bathed in blood and slowly fell backwards, falling in the arms of Mengzhi.

Meng Zhi’s hands trembling with Chen Qinghang, tears burst out: “Why... why do these for me...”

Chen Qinghang's mouth bleeds out blood, but his face has a gentle smile. He gently wipes the tears on the woman's cheek in front of him and replies, "I don't know, it may be a kind of toy that wants to protect the master's instinct."

In the sky, Tian Wujun snorted and wanted to remove the two demon girls again.

Chen Wangxuan flashed to the front of Chen Qinghang: "The elders should stop, he is Chen Qinghang, my son! He was lost by the demon woman when he lost his memory. This is how to make such stupid things. Can you give him a good one? Life!?"

"He is Chen Qinghang!?" Tian Wujun heard a little bit of movement.

He looked at the blue-robbed palace of the palace that fell down, and thought about it.

Chen Qing’s space is super-existent. If he can return to the right path and return to Zongmen, it is not a bad thing.

After thinking for a moment, Tianwujun continued to open his mouth: "The death sin is exempt, but he became the lord of the palace, and slaughtered my sect, but it is a fact. Chen Wanghao, I ordered you to bring him back to the sect, to suppress the town of the tower. Thousands of years have been redeemed, and the town magic tower is used to erase all the memories of the cold land!"

Hearing the words of Tian Wujun, Meng Zhi was a glimpse first, then crushed a mirror.

Chen Qinghang, who was watching her affectionately, kissed the pink lips gently.

Chen Qinghang’s eyes widened and his face was astonished.

Then, his lips came with a soft touch.

"Bold demon girl ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ still not let my son!" Chen Wangxi was furious and shouted.

If other women kiss his son, he would not recognize the daughter-in-law.

But this woman in front of him is a snow maiden with a spirited immortal, and this is how he can bear it.

Tian Wujun in the sky gave a slap in the face of Mengzhi, and the golden swordsman tore the space, coming in abruptly.

"Hey!" Jianman penetrated the body of Mengzhi, but did not cause any harm to her.

"Well? Is that female emperor shot?" Tian Wujun looked at the sky and frowned slightly.

Meng Zhi’s body began to become illusory. She looked at Chen Qinghang with great enthusiasm. She said softly: “Toy, waiting for me, I will definitely come to you. No one can take my toys, anyone. No..."

Chen Qinghang shed tears and shook his head, saying:

"Don't come, let it end, don't come..."