I Might Be A Fake Cultivator

Chapter 1808: Nuwa's Choice Questions (First Update)

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Deep in the Kunlun Mountains.

Two people and one dog sat around the huge crack, each holding a Star Brain.

"It's so tragic, the car almost overturned, woof!" Dabai sighed with emotion.

"There is no other way. If you just play a game, you can meet the god of death in this game. It's already good that we can win miserably." Nezha recalled the previous battle and felt that it was quite magnificent.

An Lin nodded: "The Six Gods are actually very strong. We have three gods leading one pit, and he has one god leading three pits. Otherwise, the outcome this time would be really hard to say."

Games are fun only when they have challenges.

They almost failed at the start. Not only did they not lose interest in the game, but they became even more interested. They chatted for a while and continued to play the second game.

In another place in China.

Taoist Master Liushen ignored the live broadcast room that had already exploded.

He stared at the fake Taoist priest blankly. Nezha didn't know how to play, Dabai was very pure, and for some reason, these three game ID names suddenly reminded him of the nickname of a top boss in the group of monks.

Originally, he could have thought it was a coincidence and the same name.

But the extremely terrifying operating techniques and reaction speed, as well as the key information that the number of games is one, combined with the nickname Nezha, all point to a certain possibility.

Taoist Master Liushen suddenly felt relieved: "Damn it! So I was defeated by such a being? I almost defeated that one. I should be able to brag about it for the rest of my life, right?"

Thinking of this, the Taoist priest couldn't help but laugh, obviously in a good mood.

He restarted the live broadcast. Fans thought that their anchor would be very disappointed and depressed after being slapped to death with a frying pan, but they did not expect that his mood was so good, as if he had won a lottery, which made the fans stunned. I was stunned, and suddenly felt that this Liushen mentality was really good!

The night is long.

Another peaceful day.

The Celestial Clan's attack has slowed down. There are only a few cracks where the Celestial Clan will come forward to test. As for a large-scale attack, it has not yet occurred.

"Have the results of Nuwa's treatment not come out yet?" Nezha yawned, and Huntian Ling behind him turned into a recliner, lying on it lazily.

"This matter involves the invasion of heaven. The Celestial Race is bound to conquer the human race on earth. No matter how Nuwa handles it, she must be cautious. It is understandable that her processing progress is slower." An Lin faced the early morning sunshine and held a cup in his hand. Holding a puddle of fairy-level fruit wine filled with lotus leaves, he tasted it happily.

Ying Luoqing led a group of Japanese monks to patrol near Kunlun Mountain.

After patrolling once, he didn't forget to say good morning to An Lin with a smile, as if what happened last night had never happened at all.

Beyond the aqua blue planet.

The cruise route of the eighty-eight starships began to pass through the moon.

The moon is no longer mysterious to humans on earth. It is just a large, bumpy satellite. It is said that distance creates beauty. Looking at the moon from the earth, it looks like a white and flawless disk. But up close, it is just a stone ball full of pits, nothing strange or special.

A middle-aged man wearing a blue and white star military uniform, standing tall and tall, stood at the front of the star battleship, quietly looking at the large sphere floating in the universe in the distance.

"Marshal, the fleet has approached the nearest navigation point of the moon. Will it land on the moon to rest for a while?" A woman with short hair and a white military uniform asked with a solemn and respectful expression.

Each of the eighty-eight giant starships has a general who leads the fleet's three thousand space force. However, among the more than two hundred thousand space force, the only one with the rank of marshal is Lu Canghai.

Lu Canghai looked at the moon that was getting closer and closer, but his brows furrowed deeper and deeper.

He has a special ability, which is a kind of premonition ability that can deduce the bad luck in the future. This ability is actually one of the reasons why he can serve as the marshal of the Space Force.

"Marshal Lu?" Seeing Lu Canghai's silence, the woman couldn't help shouting again.

Lu Canghai didn't answer the question, and said slowly: "Rear Admiral Yang Xuan, what do you think our starry sky giant ship's chances of winning are against the Celestials in the Apocalypse Realm?"

They had high positions, so they knew the details of the Battle of Kunlun.

Yang Xuan straightened up slightly and said with an unchanging expression: "With the development of our earth's military technology, many weapons cannot be used on the earth to avoid causing irreversible disasters. Those top-level weapons that the Dawn cannot be equipped with are on our starry sky giant ship. It’s all over the world. The combined power of the eighty-eight star warships is far beyond people’s imagination. If we allow it, even the moon in front of us can be blasted into cosmic dust..."

"Stop talking nonsense, just tell us what our chances of winning are." Lu Canghai asked.

Yang Xuan said: "The chance of winning is zero percent."

Lu Canghai: "..."

Then why did you brag so well before and lay the groundwork with so many pictures? !

Lu Canghai looked at the vast starry sky and said leisurely: "Confidence is very important in war. If an army loses confidence, then even if it has the best weapons and the power to turn the tide of the war, it may change. Become a deserter."

"The marshal taught you a lesson." Yang Xuan lowered her head and said.

Lu Canghai waved his hand: "Space is indeed a hurdle we cannot cross, but we also have other ways to deal with the Celestials at the level of the Apocalypse Realm. Yes, there are many things we can do, don't underestimate yourself."

Yang Xuan was a little confused, but still nodded.

Only the top military officials know how strong the Celestials at the Apocalypse Realm are. Currently, human politicians and military officials are very pessimistic about this war.

If it weren't for An Lin and others in the human camp, the military would have been in chaos.

"Notify all star fleets to leave the moon at full speed!" Lu Canghai suddenly said.

"Yes!" Yang Xuan saluted and began to carry out the mission.

The fleet ejected azure energy, turned around quickly, and flew in other directions.

Next to the huge impact crater on the moon.

On the ring mountain range.

Suddenly, a violent explosion occurred.

The dazzling holy light radiated in all directions, illuminating the entire moon.

A deep dark crack, like a huge scar on the moon, is right next to the light source, as if it can even swallow the light, and it looks particularly hideous and terrifying.

Lu Canghai saw all this through the transparent protective wall, and murmured: "It's still a step too late... I didn't expect that the biggest crack on the earth is not on the earth, but on the moon..."

"Marshal! That's the power of the Celestial Race!!" Yang Xuan couldn't keep calm after seeing the dazzling holy light and the huge and scary dark crack.

"Don't panic, remember what I said? There are many things we can do, don't underestimate yourself." Lu Canghai said calmly.

The red alarm light of the Star Fleet has already shone in the starry sky.

"Then what should we do?" Yang Xuan breathed quickly.

Lu Canghai waved his hand: "Call An Lin and Nezha as quickly as possible!!"

Yang Xuan: "???"

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