Fantasy: The First Zombie of The Ages

"Fan Jin, look at it, you have always wanted to destroy the netherworld, I will end it!"

"This generation, Jin Jiazong, should be mine!"

Dongfang Zongming sneered, holding the Xuanyuan sword in his hand, the immortal might on his body was even more vast.

"So you know everything!"

"Ancestor!"

Fan Jin looked at the ancestor again, he didn't believe that the ancestor had just fallen. In the Fallen Land, the blood line crazily entangled, and soon, in front of everyone, the Eastern Fire came out again.

"hehe!"

A terrifying smile appeared on Dongfang Huo's face.

"Senior, you talked about Luo Feng for six days, why do you have this smile?"

"The ghost of Huangquan is normal."

"how about you?"

The corners of the left thirteen mouths raised, causing Yinggou to jump like thunder: "I am a zombie, and I am not from Huangquan."

"The magical sprites, nurtured by the netherworld of the underworld, even if they cultivate to become the soul of Luo Feng for six days, it is also a virtue."

"Actually, in the ancient Netherworld, it should be Luo Feng ten days, just like the Ten Temple Yama. It's a pity that those guys, conceived from the netherworld, ended up becoming the Eight Buds."

The thirteenth from the left was hiding under the ground, observing the surrounding situation, and Yinggou said, the thirteenth from the left knew Luo Feng again for six days.

"The ancestor is resurrected!"

"Dongfang Zongming, what exactly are you going to do?"

The thirteenth from left looked at Dongfang Zongming again, and Dongfang Zongming looked at Wen Liuli. Wen Liuli's face was slightly ugly, and she nodded to Dongfang Zongming.

"Sure enough, it is Netherworld!"

"Elder Wen, it looks like we are going to join hands!"

"What did you promise me?"

Wen Liuli looked at the resurrected people around, felt these dark auras, and looked at Dongfang Zongming again.

"Jin Jiazong, Ming Palace, it's yours!"

"Dongfang Zongming, you bastard, you betrayed Jin Jiazong?"

"Those Ming Palaces are ancestral houses."

Some elders were angry, and Dongfang Zongming actually gave the Ming Palace to Wen Liuli in front of them.

"Shut up, you don't understand anything at all."

"Come out!"

Dongfang Zongming struck out with a sword, ignoring Fan Jin, ignoring Hua Yin and Yang. Xuanyuanjian unexpectedly slashed towards Dongfanghuo's retreat. There, a black figure rose into the sky.

At first it was one, and then there were thousands. Who would have thought that the real ghost has been hidden in the ancestral land. Under the ancestral land of the Golden Armor, a tile shattered.

A weird voice came from the ancestral land.

Countless black shadows entangled together and turned into a huge head.

The head is still fuzzy, and the thousands of ghosts make everyone who is resurrected smile in horror.

"Dongfang Zongming, long time no see!"

The dull laughter makes people unable to see through.

Only the thirteenth from the left, using the air pupil of the soldier, through this head, saw that it was actually a child. It was a baby, absorbing blood lines, opened his eyes, and smiled strangely at Dongfang Zongming.

"boom!"

"boom!"

Two blasts of the sky came from the depths of the Jin Jiazong. The sealed land was completely broken. In one place, Fan Jin's face was hard to look, and before everyone could react, Fan Jin disappeared.

Only the golden turtle stick in his hand stays in place.

In this sealed land, Fan Jin united, with dark golden fireworks burning in his hand, bombarding the Nether coming out of the sealed land.

Fan Jin was too terrifying, and smashed Netherworld with a punch.

Even covering the sky, let the golden armor rush out one by one. These golden armors are also hidden behind Mingxin Hall. Those are statues of generations of suzerain.

These statues, turned into golden armor, sealed the netherworld.

Dongfang Zongming, as if ignoring these, looked at the ghost in front of him.

The thirteen pupils on the left shrank, and the second place was sealed, and no one blocked it. In the heavens and the earth, a trace of dark air rushed towards here.

Dark shadows burst out of the sky.

"Hahaha! Come back!"

"They are Zhou Jue Tian Temple?"

"And this Taisha, from Zongtian Palace, has all come out."

"Ghost ginseng, ghost man, ghost lizard, etc.!"

"These guys are all coming out of Huangquan?"

"Thirteen, do it!"

"No, wait a minute!"

Zuo Thirteen shook his head. These ghosts appeared from the sealed land, and Dongfang Zongming seemed to have been prepared.

Sure enough, at this time Dongfang Zongming, facing these ghosts, the corners of his mouth slowly rose.

"This generation, I will end it!"

"Look at it all, only if I become the head of the Jinjiazong, can I lead you."

"These ghosts will surrender us!"

"Dongfang Zongming, are you crazy?"

Hua Yinyang and the others roared, the eight blood spirit swords came out again, Hua Yinyang and the others felt the power of Nether. These ghosts seem to be possessed.

"crazy?"

"For this, I have been preparing for too long!"

"Taisha, you Nether, also handed over too many things. On the spot, you attached to the Dongfang family and were not completely sealed. Do you think that the people of the Dongfang family were all bewitched by you?"

"You are wrong, we have waited so long, just want to use your things to destroy you!"

Tai Sha in his head looked at Dongfang Zongming, hooked his little hand, and followed this action. Hundreds of nethers descended suddenly, and all the resurrected people turned into nethers.

In the world, ghosts shot up into the sky. These ghosts, after resurrecting Jin Jiazong, unexpectedly began to climb towards the fairyland.

When Nether enters the human body, it will have such an effect.

Luo Feng's six days of darkness has truly come to the world.

It was because of this that the people of Jin Jiazong suffered hardships. Jin Jiazong's great power has used thousands of years to seal Netherworld.

Now, Nether was released by Dongfang Zongming.

"Haha, Tasha, your enchantment, forget it."

"You people have weaknesses, don't you know?"

"Elder Wen!"

Dongfang Zongming laughed, Wen Liuli stepped out next to him, and then a jade bottle appeared in his hand. There are willow branches on this jade bottle.

"Holy water of the South China Sea?"

"This is a fake spirit treasure!"

Yinggou roared again and heard the jade bottle in Liuli's hand, known as the Liuli South Sea Bottle, which was sealed with the holy water of the South China Sea, which came from the prehistoric sea.

Rumor has it that this spiritual treasure has entered the Buddhist sect and has become a thing of Guanyin.

This guy Wen Liuli can actually possess a fake spirit treasure, so who is it that sacred and dare to make such a treasure.

Dongfang Zongming's gaze condensed, watching Wen Liuli take out the wicker and wave it gently.

"No!"

Tai Sha and others were shocked, and the ghost was afraid of willow. Even if they were Luo Feng's six-day souls, they were naturally suppressed by the willow branches, not to mention the water droplets on it, as if they made them feel the power of the water droplets through the rocks.

A drop of water weighs about ten million catties.

"what?"

The thirteen from the left also watched, watching these ghosts, and screamed one by one. But Dongfang Zongming's eyebrows split a gap, and along with this gap, Dongfang Zongming's fairy soul came out.

"To destroy you, only the soul!"

"Taisha, surrender, hand over your soul heart!"

"You, how do you know?"

Tai Sha took a breath of cold air, the soul of their soul is where their fate lies. Luo Feng's six days of netherworld, every soul heart is hidden in Luo Feng for six days.

Now that the yellow spring disappeared, Luo Feng left Huangquan for six days, and their souls were hidden one by one.

How did Dongfang Zongming know this secret?