Fantasy: The First Zombie of The Ages

The seat of the confiscated god, the **** of heaven, controls everything in the world.

The immortal has a **** position, that is, the immortal official.

"Refining a weapon, you have to pray, pray for your size!"

Left Thirteen looked at the dragon slaying in the fire, he was a little unconvinced.

Jiang Rou came to the front of the thirteenth left, looking at Tu Long and said: "You have to ask me, as long as you pass through the tool god, you can start refining!"

"Jiang Rou, don't you think this is troublesome?"

"They are all cultivating immortals, why let them control us? Why are you cultivating immortals?"

"I only do it for the happy world, to protect the person in my heart!"

The 13th from the left refused again. At this moment, the 13th from the left stretched out his hand and grabbed at Tu Long empty-handed.

"Woohoo!"

Dragon Slaughter Spirit also showed a trace of anger and anxiety. He wanted to become an immortal weapon, but in the end he couldn't integrate into the Tianjing Bao Iron.

"Very angry, right?"

"I am also very angry, so let's try it!"

"Turn it on for me!"

In the fire, the Nether Fire of Huangquan broke out again. Between the palms, it seems that the source of refining tools. Tu Long screamed, this Tu Long was originally refined by the left thirteenth.

Within the dragon slaying, the origin of the soldiers came out.

"Bing Zi Jue!"

In the eyes of the thirteenth left, two characters appeared in the depths of the pupils. The characters of soldiers were transformed, and in the world, there seemed to be countless weapons descending on the surroundings.

"You are the ancestor of ten thousand soldiers, even if you come to the immortal world, you should be like this!"

"The soldier is in my hands, so why not let others bless you."

"I'm not happy!"

The thirteenth from the left seized the dragon slaying, and the Bing Zi Jue was fully stimulated, and the thirteenth from the left wanted to use the Bing Zi Jue to forcefully slay the dragon.

"Boom!"

Above the void, a vortex came again, and a fairy **** felt it in the dark.

"Left thirteenth, you stop, if you do this, you will ruin the dragon slaying!"

Jiang Rou raised her head to look at the vortex, that was the anger of the **** of weapons. Any refining device in the Earth Immortal Realm must obey the device spirit.

Within Jin Jiazong, Ou Yezi and the others were also shocked. They had just reported to the God of Qi, why the God of Qi was angry.

"Is the Qishen in a bad mood today?"

"Is there something wrong with this fairy iron?"

Bi Xuzi and the others also looked up at Void, their faces getting more and more ugly.

No one knows that all this comes from Mingtang Hall.

Only Shengxi looked at the direction of Mingtang Hall in doubt, and felt that the location of the vortex was heading towards Mingtang Hall.

"Om!"

At this moment, the two soldiers merged into the dragon slaying, and the dragon slaying was carved on the spot, and it also broke out at this moment. With the eruption, Dragon Slaying became illusory.

Dragon Slaying was decomposing, and the original material was decomposed by the origin of the word soldier.

Even the material of Meteorite Iron was separated. The word tactics of soldiers turned Dragon Slaying into primitive, but the spirit of the weapon still existed.

The origin of the word soldier controls the tens of thousands of soldiers.

This time, the Bing Zi Jue made Tu Long return to its origin, and at the same time, the blue iron juice of Tianjing Bao Iron finally moved towards the origin of meteorite iron.

"Bing Zi Jue, the real comprehension, you finally understand?"

Yinggou was pleased to look at the thirteenth from the left. The thirteenth from the left should be a zombie. The kind of reluctance to admit defeat and the kind of dissatisfaction with the immortals finally made the thirteenth grow again.

The golden light shrouded in front of the thirteenth left.

Eighteen hammers, under the Bing Zi Jue, in the consciousness of the thirteenth left, began to discover more and more enlightenment.

"It turns out that there is a method of refining weapons in the Bing Zi Jue!"

"The center of the Eighteen Hammer lies in a shock!"

"Refining tools, it turns out to be so simple!"

The Bing Zi Jue transforms the "Eighteen Hammers". In the Bing Zi Jue, the method of refining weapons is the word "Qi".

The origin of all weapons is soldiers!

"boom!"

The vortex in the sky has disappeared, because he can no longer see the refining device. The refining tool on the thirteenth left has returned to the original and turned into the most primitive blacksmith.

The pupil of the thirteenth left can only see the origin. The iron juice of Tianjing Bao Iron was fused in it, and the Yellow Spring Nether Fire on the left thirteenth turned into a fire hammer.

The hammer made of fire was hit by a shock.

"What do I see?"

Jiang Rou was so shocked, how did the thirteenth from left do it without the blessing of the instrument god?

"Get out of the way, Senior Sister Jiang Rou, why are these eighteen hammers like this?"

Du Xian'er also ran over. She had been practicing eighteen hammers as a kind of "Martial Skill", but now it looked like she was hitting iron.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

The thirteenth left did not answer, he was completely immersed in the iron.

The pill furnace was turned over and turned into an iron platform, killing the dragon in the original material, hammering again and again. With every hammer blow, the iron juice melts instantly.

"It's that simple to strike iron!"

"I don't refine tools, I strike iron, do you care?"

"I'm fighting pawns, the most basic pawn!"

"Oh!"

Tu Long Qi Ling was also excited, even Qi Ling turned his head to look at the sky, pointed at the sky, and then pointed at himself.

"Bingling, my name is Bingling!"

"Ha ha!"

The thirteenth from the left also laughed, and if he had no weapons, he would be a soldier. The instrument **** controls the world's weapons, and the thirteenth left will refine the world's soldiers.

"He really knows how to refine weapons?"

"No, this is not a refining weapon, I can't feel the fairy weapon, but what's the matter with this spirit?"

"The vitality of the surrounding world is coming here!"

"Does Heaven and Earth recognize them?"

"Without the approval of the instrument god, they can also refine instruments?"

Jiang Rou looked at the thirteenth left in shock. Jiang Rou remembered every movement of the thirteenth left. Jiang Rou really couldn't figure out why this happened.

Tu Long was deforming, and the red iron blade in the juice slowly changed into the image in the heart of the left thirteen after being beaten again and again.

"Zhan Xian Fei Dao!"

The thirteenth from the left beat Dragon Dragon to look like a flying knife. After the flying knife is integrated into the Tianjing Bao Iron, it is indestructible and can even change as desired.

Flying knives are ordinary flying knives.

But it does exude immortal energy, it is not a soldier of immortal weapon, it is comparable to immortal weapon.

The thirteenth from the left continued to percuss, each time the shock, the original materials continued to fuse. The more this kind of fusion beats, the stronger the dragon slaying will be, and the more solid it will be polished.

"Left thirteenth, can you explain to me?"

"I beg you!"

Jiang Rou couldn't help it anymore, and proactively begged the thirteenth from the left.

Originally, I wanted Zuo Shisan to beg her, but this time, she changed her to beg Zuo Shisan.

The thirteenth from the left does not need to be comprehended anymore. The Thirteenth Soldier Jue lets the thirteen from the left clearly understand the origin of all soldiers and control the way of training soldiers.

"Before the weapon gods, didn't they have weapons?"

"Let him bless? Cut!"

The thirteenth from the left answered this sentence, Jiang Rou was already sluggish.

"Before the instrument god?"

"Those inborn babies you said?"

"Those are all innate, born to be a treasure, how can they be compared?"

"What I said is not congenital!"

"Before the gods, what refining tools did those ancestors rely on? How did they defeat the ten thousand races?"

"Hey, you are an immortal clan, and you don't understand it!"

Zuo Thirteen shook his head, but Jiang Rou was completely dazed by such words.