Fantasy: The First Zombie of The Ages

Dongfang Zongming, the lord of Mingtang Hall, manifested in front of Feng Zhenjie. Feng Zhenjie was very respectful, and said everything about Lu Jiuling and Zuo Shisan.

"Lu Jiuling, protect this thirteenth from the left?"

"Mingtang Hall, I am bound to win!"

"The existence of thirteen on the left cannot change the overall situation."

"Master, the thirteenth from the left has alchemy and formation, plus Shengxi, if Shengxi succeeds in retreat."

Dongfang Zongming smiled, looked at Feng Zhenjie, and said calmly: "She can't succeed."

"In this life, I am the only one in the East!"

"Owner!"

Billowing red fairy, Tao Tao Xianshu rises.

Who could have imagined that Dongfang Zongming, the master of Mingmai Palace, had already stepped into the fairyland, and could shock Feng Zhenjie.

Everything disappeared, and Feng Zhenjie was still lying on the ground.

Under the futon opposite Feng Zhenjie, a metal tube emerged. Along the metal pipe, in the depths of the earth, a person is lying in the veins of the earth.

Dinghai Shenzhen turned into a sound transmission stick, and the left thirteen ears were attached to it, listening all the time.

"Only Me East?"

"Who is he talking to?"

"Isn't he the elder of Mingtang Hall?"

The thirteenth guy from the left has always been hidden underneath. Zuo Thirteen's expression became serious, and he always felt that Feng Zhenjie and Jiang Gongcheng were wrong.

The thirteenth from the left is a zombie, and of course he can clearly feel the murderous aura. Feng Zhenjie and Jiang Gongcheng secretly contacted and used the golden seal to kill themselves.

The thirteenth from the left is now in the Mingtang Hall, and the thirteenth from the left must minimize all the crises of his own.

"It looks like someone is going to murder Shengxi?"

The thirteenth from the left carefully retracted the Wishful Stick and threw it into his ear. Completely entering the middle-grade real rigor, the thirteen on the left gradually adapted to the gravity under the veins, and headed towards the depths of the Mingtang Hall, where Shengxi's retreat was located.

The raging fire burned in the retreat hall. Here turned into magma, Shengxi was not in the temple, but still in the opening of the cave.

The thirteenth from the left broke through the ground and was surrounded by drought and fire.

"It seems hotter?"

The thirteen on the left was dissatisfied with Huang Quanhuo, and entered this retreat. The thirteen on the left wanted to tell Shengxi well. No matter what, Shengxi is also relying on the left thirteen.

Shengxi is a dead **** realm, drought and real fire, even if it is a fairyland, it may not be able to harm Shengxi.

As long as Shengxi enters the ultimate body, the realm of Zongzun, he will be invincible when he is held in the immortal realm.

"Shengxi?"

Under the soldier's pupil, the thirteenth from the left certainly knew the location of the portal, and the Huangquan Nether Fire broke out, igniting the Drought Fire, causing the portal of the cave to open.

The thirteenth from the left was familiar with it and walked in, the sky was full of flames, the real red land was thousands of miles away. In this thousand-mile cave, a figure stood in the flames.

Red hair, milky white complexion, swaying body.

The body is flame, stiff pattern, above the delicate body. Shengxi's back is very ethereal. Shengxi's breath was sometimes stiff and sometimes blurred.

Left Thirteen looked at this figure, and gradually nodded.

Others don't understand, but the thirteenth from the left knows that in the lower realm, the thirteenth from the left is half-stiff and half-spirited. Only under the "Luntian Jing" can Zuo Thirteen persevere.

Shengxi refines himself into a zombie armor, and the aura on his body is very unstable.

Shengxi's memory has not been restored, so he suppressed the drought and the fire, and did not want to enter the realm of the drought. The immortal scriptures that Shengxi cultivated were also very special.

"Shengxi?"

The thirteenth left summoned Shengxi. Shengxi who was cultivating did not expect that someone would come in at this critical moment.

"boom!"

The drought and the fire swelled up instantly, and at the same time Shengxi turned his head abruptly, cold and ruthless under his red eyes. Shengxi's stiff lines were also blood-red.

"Are you crazy?"

Zuo Thirteen stared at Shengxi in shock. At this time, Shengxi had been bitten back by the drought and fire. She, the zombie armor, had lost her sanity.

"Why am I so unlucky!"

The left thirteen turned around and ran away.

"boom!"

It was burnt, and the thirteen from the left did dodge by relying on the Xing Zi Jue. The drought and fire were extremely fierce. Among the big hands, Shengxi came directly, with one hand, directly grabbing the arm of the left thirteenth.

"So fast?"

The thirteenth from the left finally understood what Chidi Qianli was, and in this instant, he could be thousands of miles away. As long as there is drought and fire, Shengxi can reach it.

"Shengxi is the power of the seventh-grade golden armor, plus the drought and fire, this power chopped off the left thirteen neck on the spot.

"Shengxi!"

The thirteenth from the left roared, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. This blood sprayed on Shengxi's face, and Shengxi was taken aback for a moment.

The blood melted in, and Shengxi actually licked his lips.

With a milky white complexion, such an action made the thirteenth from the left squeeze an awkward smile.

"Let's talk hard, I am your Taoist companion!"

"I can help you!"

"Puff!"

As soon as the left thirteenth had finished speaking, his neck was completely mashed, and the dry flames roared out again, directly sweeping the left thirteenth away.

The thirteenth "remnant" from the left fell aside, and the dry fire burned again.

Shengxi's eyes were still cold, and he was a drought zombie, but turned himself into a zombie armor. Shengxi's choice is to abandon the imperial armor and restore the drought.

Either it is to let the drought and the fire completely melt into the zombies armor.

Shengxi really got into trouble. The last time he was suppressed by the thirteenth from the left, and after Lu Jiuling's conditioning, the original drought has gradually softened.

As a result, when Lu Jiuling left, Lu Jiuling used the water of Tianhe River, but he aroused the ferocity of drought.

Use water to suppress droughts, how can they not be fierce.

Shengxi roared again, surrounded by drought, and the flames above her body turned Shengxi into a fire god.

"Be sober!"

A stick was drawn directly into the drought and fire, while the thirteenth from left gritted his teeth, splashing drops of blood on the milky white body.

"what?"

Shengxi was stunned again. How could Zuo Thirteen, who had been already dead, recover again?

The wishful stick hit the back of Shengxi's head, Shengxi also staggered, and then looked more fiercely at left thirteen.

"boom!"

Shengxi rushed toward Zuo Shisan again, Zuo Shishi roared, picked up the wishful stick, and smashed it down again.

With huge strength, Shengxi didn't retreat at all, and the drought and fire condensed the gloves, and Shengxi smashed it down with a punch.

"boom!"

After all, the Wishful Stick is an innate spiritual weapon, and its power is terrifying. Shengxi was smashed and flew out, and the thirteen left and right arms were also directly turned into coke.

"do not move!"

The thirteenth from the left didn't want to, Shengxi broke out again with drought and fire. The fire of the yellow spring on his body also soared out again.

The thirteenth from the left held the Wishful Stick, one mouthful and one big word, directly pressing on Shengxi's body.

Shengxi screamed frantically, and the thirteenth from the left dripped his own blood into Shengxi's mouth.

At the same time, one hand pressed it down again.

"Hold on and feel my blood!"

"Calm down, if you don't want to lose yourself in the drought, feel it!"

The thirteenth from the left wanted to wake up Shengxi, but Shengxi paused for a while, then looked at the thirteenth from the left, and suddenly took a bite.