Fantasy: The First Zombie of The Ages

"He is not a ghost, he is a remnant soul, why come out?"

Yinggou is already angry, he controls your Huangquan, how could the ghost descend for nine days. A remnant soul can still escape from Huangquan. What happened to Huangquan?

"Senior, don't get excited, just look at the situation!"

The thirteenth from the left was calm, but fortunately he followed the clouds. Yun Luo led two zombies and one person, and appeared on the side of Jiang Baoyu's tortoise shell.

The sixteen ghost gates opened wide, and all those who entered the tomb were killed.

Huangfu Shui Ni looked at the remaining people quietly, a smile suddenly appeared on his calm face.

"A lot of fresh blood, it seems that you are the few lucky ones here!"

"Huangfu Mercury retrograde?"

The Jiang family and others also emerged from among the tortoise shells. On the other side, they were all alone in casual cultivating, all surrounded by precious light, watching Huangfu Mercury retrospectively.

These people's fairy souls are all communicating, and the **** already knows that Huangfu Mercury is retrograde. Being able to emerge from the gate of heaven, Jin Jiazong Keqing, the elder who lived for so long, was actually hidden in the tomb of Qibaoshan.

"For the imprint of the mountain god?"

"He also knows the red gourd?"

The thirteenth left did not say a word, looked at Miao Hecui, and pointed at Sanbao. Miao Hecui is very well-behaved. In this situation, holding onto one's own safety is the main thing.

"Huangfu Shui retro, are you still alive?"

A monk in white, with three divine lights on his forehead, under the golden wheel behind his head, there is actually a carp leaping over the dragon gate.

The power of casual cultivating, the pinnacle of human wonderland, the prosperous Hua.

Long Zhihua is a casual cultivator, but in the casual cultivator, he has great luck. Able to be promoted to the top level of immortals in casual cultivation, Long Zhihua is said to be in control of a immortal treasure.

"Of course I'm still alive!"

The smile disappeared again, and Huangfu Shui Ni glanced over each of them. Occasionally, he laughed weirdly, and then instantly became calm.

"What is he looking for?"

Zuo Thirteen looked curiously, Yun Luo looked at Huangfu Shui Ni, but said in a deep voice, "He is going to kill us!"

"This time the blood clotting, the gourd behind him should be opened. Among the sixteen ghost gates, the ghosts he cultivated are hidden!"

"He wants to draw something out of the ghost door through us."

"Ghost?"

"Senior Brother Yunluo, do you say that ghost gates often open? Biluohuangquan, how can it easily descend for nine days?"

"Huangquan? Where is Huangquan, now only the underground palace!"

"What did you say?"

The thirteenth from the left took a breath, and the win hook in his body almost came out directly.

"Huangquan is gone? How did you know?"

"What, how did I know? Immortal cultivators know that as early as the ancient times, Huangquan did not exist. Now it is the underground palace that controls all this."

"do not talk!"

The thirteenth left has already felt the sorrow of winning the hook, and even at this time, the winning hook seems to be fading. I've been searching for it, wanting to enter Huangquan, how come Huangquan is gone.

Cold, extremely cold, the remnant of winning the hook completely wants to form ice crystals. At this time, the win hook was about to dissipate, and that kind of avenue disappeared, causing the left thirteen to roar abruptly.

"Senior, don't forget the air of Huangquan. Huangquan is like death, why am I, the son of Huangquan?"

"Biluohuangquan, still there!"

"Boom!"

In order to restore a trace of confidence to Yinggou, be able to persevere. The thirteenth from the left aroused Huang Quan's vision at this moment.

Nine paths of blue sky came from the sky, and the gate of the yellow spring suddenly descended into the gate of ghosts.

Huangquan does not die, the ghost gate suppresses it!

Sixteen ghost gates, hidden ghosts, as if encountering the law of horror, ignoring their arms, stretched out from the ghost gates. These arms are countless lonely wild ghosts.

These arms were blasted directly into the ghost gate by the gate of Huangquan. The sixteen ghost gates are all closing.

"what?"

Huangfu Shui Ni was shocked and looked at the sixteen ghost gates. He turned into ten thousand years and finally opened the sixteen ghost gates. This is his avenue. This is the way he will enter the underworld in the future and become a ghost.

"What's this?"

"This guy doesn't even know Huang Quan?"

The thirteenth from the left hid behind the clouds, the sky above the blue yellow spring, spreading from the tomb, who could have imagined that this thing would be inspired by a true wonderland.

"Senior, you see, Huang Quan must be there!"

The thirteen from the left roared again, the ice-cold in his body gradually melted, and the breath of winning the hook finally stabilized.

"you're right!"

"Huangquan, still there!"

"Perhaps, this is a good thing!"

Yinggou woke up from despair, looked at Zuo Thirteen deeply, looked at the familiar Biluohuangquan, Yinggou actually nodded towards Ye Tian.

"Thank you!"

The ancient power, the lord of Huangquan, finally fully recognized this junior. At this moment, both of them have the same purpose, to enter Huangquan to find the truth.

"Why do you see me?"

Yun Luo rolled his eyes and looked at these people with dissatisfaction. How do these people think of him, and what exactly these blue waters in the sky are?

The Huangquan is gone, and the Nine-day monk no longer knows Biluohuangquan. I don't even know the gate of Huangquan, too long ago, the immortal has been faulted.

"Vertical Divine Sect!"

"Dare you destroy my sixteen ghost gates!"

Huangfu Mercury was completely angry. In an instant, Huangfu Mercury became red all over. The remnant soul of the monk who died here rushed directly into the cloud of blood.

Under this red gourd, Huangfu Shui retro unexpectedly summoned a white banner.

White banners call souls, seize souls, and chaotic souls.

"You are all going to die, I will use your blood to reopen the ghost door!"

"Our blood?"

Yun Luo's eyes sank, and at the same time he looked at Jiang Baoyu and others, and said loudly, "Everyone, go together or separately?"

"This old guy is very fierce!"

"It turns out that it is a disciple of Zongheng Shenzong, so let us together, punish this evil cultivator, and avenge everyone."

"Whoever killed Huangfu Mercury in the end, the gourd behind will belong to him, how about it?"

Long Zhihua nodded to Yunluo, and the other casual cultivators knew that they were Zongxuan Shenzong, and they all recognized Yunluo.

"And you?"

Yun Luo, this guy, actually asked Jiang Baoyu on the side of Huangfu's retrograde side.

"Nonsense, fighting in groups, who doesn't want to be with you in the Shenzong gang!"

"Hehe, I will take you as a compliment to me!"

"Then let us kill him together!"

"Longitudinal Technique!"

Yun Luo rose proudly, stepped on it, and saw the entire tomb, turning it over directly. It was a feeling, even stronger than Longxupa. When the whole tomb was turned over, everyone appeared in a mysterious country behind him.

Everyone's feet are like a chessboard.

In this vertical and horizontal chessboard, each person represents a country.

"Humph!"

Huangfu Shui Ni laughed again. Behind him, a dark kingdom appeared. This kingdom was stronger than that of people like them.

"This old guy, so strong?"

"Then let's just let it go!"

Yunluo didn't worry at all, and stepped on it again. I saw the country represented by the people, turning back towards Huangfu Shui in an instant. Weak countries must besiege a strong country.

"Big brother, this is the vertical and horizontal technique of Zongsheng Shenzong!" Miao Hecui jumped excitedly.

"Can it still happen?"

The thirteenth from the left was also even more surprised. He didn't expect that ZongZheng Shenzong was simply an "assistance."