Fantasy: The First Zombie of The Ages

Jiang Rou and the others, back to back, surrounded by disciples of the Heavenly King Shenzong, the younger brother of Han Dao, Bai Zhi Ye, looked at Jiang Rou in a confused manner. The spirit of desire emanating from Jiang Rou made Bai Zhi Ye aware of something.

In the world, a steelyard.

Weighing the mound as a mountain, suppressed the disciples of Mingmai Hall, the disciples of Mingxin Hall behind Jiang Rou were unable to get rid of by the force of balance.

Around Jiang Rou, a powder mist was lingering, and any disciple of the Heavenly King who was contaminated by the mist flushed, and the aura on his body became more and more chaotic.

Stone steles rose from the surrounding sky, and the steles formed a formation, making Jiang Rou and others unable to escape.

"Jiang Rou, how long can you hold on?"

"Hand over the sacred soil and return to the Heavenly King Shenzong with me."

"Jin Jiazong, it's not for you!"

Bai Zhiye fell in love with Jiang Rou, who was just a true disciple. If you really want to enter the Heavenly King Shenzong, it is useless even if Bi Xuzi comes with him.

Jiang Rou's hair was drooping, she looked at the void angrily, and the mist on her body became thinner and thinner.

At the same time, among the bells, there was a sound of deer.

Jiang Rou wanted to use the immortal technique passed down by Lu Jiuling, but there was too little immortal energy in his body, and he couldn't stimulate it now.

Even more critical, Jiang Rou felt that she was being stared at by some weird force, which made Jiang Rou's nerves tense all the time.

"hold onto!"

"Lu Yun will definitely find reinforcements!"

"Haha, alone, still want to escape?"

"Look at the sixth floor, it has been sealed by our Heavenly King Shenzong!"

"Jiang Rou, don't insist!"

Bai Zhiye wanted to say something again, at this critical moment, on the rock wall, the voice echoed.

"Jiang Rou!"

Jiang Rou suddenly turned her head, the bell rang through the rock wall.

"Thirteen!"

When Jiang Rou was most desperate, Jiang Rou heard the thirteenth voice from the left.

With red eye circles, Jiang Rou raised her head to look at the Baizhi leaves, and a light mist gathered again. One of the mist turned into a deer, and the deer rose from the Central Plains.

Among the antlers, the condensed treasure light actually caused the surrounding stone tablets to shatter.

"what?"

Bai Zhiye was stunned. At this time, Jiang Rou was still insisting.

"Then don't blame me!"

Bai Zhiye let out a cold snort, and rushed out from behind. The Dharma image is the figure of an eight-armed heavenly king. In the figure, there are more immortal artifacts in his hands.

Baizhiye possesses eight fairy artifacts.

Tower, hammer, drum, umbrella, beads, sword, fork, knife.

Eight immortal weapons came crashing down, and the eight-armed king suppressed Jiang Rou.

"do not want!"

The disciples behind him were also resisting, but it was useless. The disciples of Tianwang Shenzong, put their hands together one by one, Xianwei suppressed them, and weighed them to leave Jiang Rou directly.

"Junior Brother!"

Jiang Rou was angry and wanted to fight, and these juniors were about to be suppressed.

One hand was about to grab Jiang Rou.

"boom!"

The arm of the heavenly king was not caught, a golden shield, cut off the arm of the heavenly king.

"Who dares to touch the Jin Jiazong!"

"Bai Zhi Ye!"

Hua Lianlu finally rushed out. At this moment, Jiang Rou also saw that behind Bai Zhi Ye, a man in white smashed the face of Bai Zhi Ye with one knife and one blow.

"what?"

The Faxiang was directly destroyed, and the white leaf of Baizhi just spurted out a mouthful of blood. There was a suction force behind him, and more than half of the blood on his body disappeared.

"Vitality plunder?"

Bai Zhiye was about to turn his head, and what greeted him was a fist. The power of the fist was too fierce, and Bai Zhiye was blown out on the spot.

"Boom!"

One by one, the stone tablets were all shattered. Bai Zhiye was in the air, and he heard calls from all around.

"Fighting the Heavenly King Shenzong, it's a treasure!"

"Down with the Heavenly King Shenzong!"

"Nima, what's the situation?"

Bai Zhiye finally saw it, and saw that there were casual cultivators all around, these casual cultivators, yelling, just like bandits.

"I am a disciple of the Heavenly King Shenzong, dare you?"

As a disciple had just finished speaking, Wang Tong waved his big hand, and there was a scent of furry big hands. This scent directly softened the disciple.

"Shot of my five-spice palm, you should fall asleep for ten years."

"Haha, storage bag, mine!"

Wang Tong, this guy, once again won a storage bag, this time is good, the casual practitioners were directly mobilized.

"Grab!"

"This person is mine!"

Without the use of Zuo 13 and others, the casual practitioners encircled the Heavenly King Shenzong. Of course, some casual cultivators were weak, and they were almost beheaded by the disciples of the Heavenly King.

The thirteenth from the left took the stick and knocked them down one by one.

The blood of the Baizhi leaves was all dried up. He gritted his teeth and was about to use the Heavenly King Shenzong Immortal Art. When he turned his head, he was suppressed by Hua Lianlu.

"you!"

Under the thirty-six runes, how could Bai Zhi Ye be able to resist.

"Senior Sister!"

Mengqi grabbed the Baizhiye storage bag and looked at the senior sister in surprise.

Hua Lianlu blushed, as if she hadn't seen it. This was an acquiescence to Junior Sister. Anyway, these Shenzong disciples dare to take action against Jin Jiazong, and they have to accept punishment.

"Thirteen!"

Jiang Rou finally couldn't hold on, and fell into the thirteenth arms of the left. Such a scene can make Jin Jiazong disciples look up at the sky one by one.

"Are you OK?"

"Where is Dongfang Muren?"

The thirteenth from the left checked, Jiang Rou was okay, just wasting her fairy energy.

"Disappeared!"

"By the way, there is a problem here!"

Jiang Rou hurriedly said to Zuo Shisan. The disciples of the Shenzong of the Heavenly Kings were suppressed one by one, gritting their teeth and cursing casual practitioners.

These casual cultivators didn't care about it, they finally got the storage bag, it was impossible for them to take it out.

"What's the problem? Don't worry!"

The thirteenth from the left took out the pill and handed it to the other fellow students at the same time.

"Thank you!"

When they came, everyone on the left thirteenth was indifferent, and after taking the thirteenth pill from the left, their faces flushed.

Without thirteen from the left, they really lost this time.

They also saw that those casual cultivators seemed to listen to the words of the thirteenth left.

"Sister Hua, isn't this bad?"

Someone secretly asked Hua Lianlu, so many disciples of the Heavenly King Shenzong have been suppressed. Is it really okay?

"It's okay, the head is responsible."

"Head?"

Everyone was stunned again, Hua Lianlu looked at the thirteenth from left amused.

"The head of the family is a disciple who can be responsible."

"real?"

The eyes of these disciples are also bright, and they really want to be responsible. They also want storage bags and share treasures.

"responsible!"

The thirteenth from the left gritted his teeth and said, Hua Lianlu, the thirteenth from the left in the pit.

"Okay, it's all suppressed for me, be honest!"

"Who else has you come in? Where's the cold road?"

The thirteenth left asked Han Dao, Shenzong, where are these people?

At this moment, during the casual cultivator, I suddenly discovered that there was one more person behind them.

"Who? Come out!"

A casual cultivator watched the darkness, and in the darkness, a person slowly floated out.

"senior?"

This San Xiu immediately recognized the person who floated out.

It's a casual repair!

Long Zhihua!