I Might Be A Fake Cultivator

Chapter 1803: Post-war sweep

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"Oh, it's a pity, I'm still one step late." An Lin said regretfully.

He saw the corpses of monks on the ground, the shattered mechs, and the burning and melting giant fortress, all of which he had no time to save.

"Anlin, you don't have to blame yourself. We have done our best. It took less than a minute from hearing the news to coming here." Nezha flew from the sky to Anlin's side, looking at the With a huge crack, he frowned slightly, and said, "Didn't the information say that the crack can trap the Celestials at the level of the Apocalypse Realm? Why are the Celestial Humans at the Apocalypse Realm now popping up?"

An Lin was also worried: "A marshal of Tianqi is equivalent to the combat power of the peak of returning to the void. There is no power in the world that can stop this level of power. It is time to find a time and ask Nuwa..."

Dabai landed on the ground, and An Lin set up a powerful healing formation on the ground, allowing all the wounded to gather in the formation for healing.

Some injured mecha operators walked into the healing formation, and found that their injuries were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and they were alive and well within a few seconds, which made them look at An Lin even more in awe.

This is the real method of the immortal family! Even though the earth's technology has developed so far, and the vision has been greatly improved, I still feel that the scene in front of me is unimaginable.

Sword Immortal Qinghe, Fairy Light Bullet, Daoist Tanyun and other monks came to express their thanks one after another.

A young man with blond hair and blue eyes also came up respectfully: "Senior Anlin, junior Derrick, I would like to ask, what level has your cultivation reached, senior?"

An Lin blinked, and said sincerely: "Well... it's the middle stage of Void Return."

Boom! !

Derrick froze on the spot.

"How... how..."

He gave a look of self-doubt.

Marshal Qingluo slashed at the Fortress of Dawn with his sword, and An Lin slapped Marshal Qingluo to death with a slap.

Doesn't this mean that the monks in the middle stage of returning to the void are infinitely stronger than the Fortress of Dawn

An Lin looked at Derrick with a gloomy expression, as if he had lost all his faith, and couldn't help being stunned: "What's wrong, are you okay?"

"Okay... okay." Derrick nodded blankly, and walked away staggeringly. His desolate back made people feel distressed.

An Lin looked puzzled, so after cleaning up the battlefield with everyone, he began to focus on the crack.

The Celestials were wiped out, and the Celestials no longer appeared inside the crack.

After this battle, the Huatai military was shaken, once again feeling the horror of the Celestials and humans, and began a large-scale mobilization to quickly replenish the troops stationed on the Kunlun front.

The number of Hope mechs increased to 500, and two giant Dawn fortresses sprayed blue gas to break through the clouds, crashing down to the ground, and enclosing the cracks one after the other.

This is already all the emergency forces that the Huatai military can mobilize.

There is also an airship in the shape of a big fish, hovering in the air, it is dark blue all over, more than 700 meters long, like a prehistoric giant whale, with golden energy ripples at the bottom, spreading towards the void like ripples, hovering quietly in the sky above.

That is the strategic main ship of Huatai Dongying Kingdom, and it is also urgently dispatched at this moment.

Marshal Chen Jingguo was also present in person to express his gratitude to An Lin for his timely rescue.

"Sigh... If only the Celestials and Humans were attacking, they would ask you for help immediately..." Chen Jingguo's stern face was full of guilt and anger, "They are too arrogant and think they can handle it on their own. inform you."

"Don't blame them, the Marshal of the Apocalypse Realm will appear on Earth, and we didn't expect it." An Lin said.

"I don't know if our Earth has a way to deal with Marshal Tianqi Realm?" Chen Jingguo asked.

An Lin shook his head and sighed: "Marshal of the Apocalypse Realm, who can skillfully use the power of space and various powers of heaven, if you don't have a way to break through the space, you can't even hurt him."

Chen Jingguo's face was full of worry when he heard the words: "Oh, we human beings are still too weak."

"The only way now is to summon Brother An immediately after meeting the Marshal of the Apocalypse Realm, Wang!" Dabai stuck out his tongue.

An Lin: "..."

"This..." Chen Jingguo looked at An Lin with some embarrassment.

"Don't worry, I'm free for this period of time, and I won't leave until the crack in the Wa Realm has been dealt with." An Lin said with a smile.

The pillar of the Huatai military, upon hearing this, saluted Anlin gratefully: "Thank you Anlin God of War for your support! On behalf of all humans on Earth, I thank you."

An Lin hurriedly helped the other party up: "Marshal Chen, you are welcome, this is my hometown."

In the blue whale airship, a petite figure flew down from the sky.

A woman dressed in a red and white priestess costume with a well-proportioned figure and an extremely delicate face, with long black hair tied with a red string, and holding a jet-black sword landed gracefully, standing in front of An Lin gracefully.

"Junior Ying Luoqing, I have met Senior An Lin."

The witch's voice was soft, and she saluted An Lin carefully and respectfully.

Upon seeing this, Chen Jingguo immediately introduced: "Sakura Haru possesses a psychic body. She is a rare top genius among the Japanese witches in a millennium, and she is also a representative of the cultivation world in Dongying Kingdom."

After hearing the introduction, An Lin's expression remained unchanged, and he nodded slightly and said, "Hello."

He has never heard of any psychic body.

The beauties who meet once in thousands of years are all like that. This monk who meets once in a thousand years is not like this. Anyway, he is a monk in the late stage of transformation, so there is nothing worthy of attention.

Ying Luoqing didn't become unhappy because of An Lin's indifference, but her pair of bright black eyes couldn't help but scrutinized him secretly. She had heard about a terrifying existence that could instantly kill the Fortress of Dawn, but in the hands of the man in front of her, she couldn't do a single move. What kind of power is this

Dongpu is a nation that respects the strong. A man like An Lin who is unreasonably strong is extremely attractive to her.

"Senior An Lin, I am the representative of the monks in Dongying. If you want to mobilize our power, just tell me." Ying Luoqing said in fluent Chinese.

Her tone was still clear and cold, suppressing the restlessness in her heart.

An Lin was very interested when he heard the words: "Oh? Ying Ying, how much monk power do you have in Dongpu?"

"Yingying...?!" Ying Luoqing was stunned for a moment, then her delicate face flushed a little, but she still tried to calm down and said, "At present, there are five Transformation Gods, twenty-two Yulings, and one Hundreds of high-level Dao bodies, more than 600 low-level Dao bodies... "

An Lin nodded thoughtfully.

This lineup...

Not enough to slap him.

"Okay, I get it, I will notify you when I need you, so let's get back first." An Lin smiled gently.

"Yes!" Ying Luoqing stepped back respectfully, a look of disappointment flashed in her eyes.

(end of this chapter)