Fantasy: The First Zombie of The Ages

In the early morning of the next day, many disciples gathered under the Hell Road Mountain. These people all looked at the direction of the main hall, and someone had set up a black battle platform at the foot of the mountain.

The corpse qi is still entwined on it, and the battle platform introduces a vein of the gods, making this battle platform look like a corpse ground.

More and more people are waiting, waiting for the ending, waiting for them to win the ridiculous bet on Ledaoshan.

Fang Yan kept his head drooping and was pointed at.

Disciples such as Ledaoshan and Shengdaoshan are also discussing.

And over a valley in the distance, a disciple named Shulu Daoshan was also looking at Hell Daoshan coldly.

The disciples of Shura Daoshan never enter the Hell Daoshan, and the disciples of both sides meet like enemies.

At this time, among the crowd, Leng Xing stood in the void.

"He is dead this time. Dao war can be divided into life and death!"

Leng Xing hated Zuo Thirteen the most. He was in the main hall at first, but was taken away by Zuo Thirteen. At that time, the thirteenth from the left was so weak, if it wasn't for Leng Xing's silver corpse to be abandoned by An Xun, it wouldn't be enough.

"Brother, let's wait for a while, do you know? We have tens of thousands of spirit stones, plus three hundred barrels of corpse blood."

"It is said that Fang Yan made a bet from the left thirteenth."

"This kid, do you think you don't know?"

The younger brothers around Leng Xing laughed one by one. They have cultivated for so many years and have not encountered anything before, so how could they be played by the thirteenth left?

"Really? Give me 30,000 spirit stones and 600 barrels of corpse blood!"

Leng Xing is even more ruthless, this is to make Fang Yan completely bankrupt.

The disciples of Shura Daoshan all laughed.

At this time, there was already a roar from the Human Dao Mountain.

With the support of a group of people, and the elders like Yu Wenshen and Qiu Ming, Nan Ming has already come towards Hell Daoshan.

This Taoist war attracted too many people's attention.

Nan Ming was still in a white robe with golden silk, and his expression was arrogant. Even if he saw some Lingzun disciples in secret, there was no expression on Nan Ming's face.

Nan Ming is too proud, in the spiritual master state, Nan Ming is the only one.

Nan Ming had already stepped onto the battle platform, looking at the direction of Hell Daoshan, slowly smiling.

"Dare he come?"

"Hahahaha!"

Following Nan Ming's words, the disciples of Human Dao Mountain all laughed. Time fell immediately, and the thirteenth from the left had not come down yet.

Fang Yan also turned in an anxious circle. Hearing Nan Ming's words, he wanted to enter Hell Daoshan, but he was surrounded by the surrounding disciples, afraid that Fang Yan would run away.

"Thirteenth from the left, come out!" everyone in Human Dao Mountain shouted.

At this time, at the gate of Biluodian, Lian Chaoyu walked anxiously, wanting to go in, but also hoped that the thirteenth left would not go down the mountain, and it would be better to leave Hell Daoshan. This Dao war is nothing like that.

But it's no comparison, the thirteenth left is about to leave the Corpse Dao Sect and cannot return for three years. Hell Daoshan finally had a disciple, but was forced away.

"Master, what can I do?"

Lian Chaoyu's head was hanging down, and his divine consciousness had already seen people like Nanming at the foot of the mountain. These people were too arrogant.

"Sleep!"

At this moment, inside the Biluo Hall, the thirteenth from the left rushed out.

The aura on the left thirteen's body is even more gone, the corpse aura is gone, and the aura is gone, just like an ordinary person.

"Junior Brother, do you really want to compare?"

When Lian Chaoyu saw the thirteenth from the left came out, he wanted to remind him, but when he saw the thirteenth from the left, he escaped on the spot.

"There's no time, finish it quickly, I have to study it!"

The eyes of the thirteen on the left were red and he did not sleep last night. The thirteen on the left had been studying the wings of the wing-blade tribe, as if some kind of origin had been stripped from it, which could be integrated into the bone wings.

The thirteenth from the left made Lian Chaoyu stunned for a moment. The look in his eyes was extremely demonized, like a person.

"what happened?"

Lian Chaoyu at that time was still very young, but that person was the nightmare of Hell Daoshan.

Left Thirteen finally appeared on the battle platform, with flushed eyes, looking at Nan Ming.

"let's start?"

"Wow!"

The sudden appearance of the thirteenth from the left caused an uproar in the surrounding people, and he did not expect the thirteen from the left to be so urgent and anxious.

"Today Dao Zhan..." Yu Wenshen wanted to say a few more words, but was directly interrupted by the thirteenth from the left.

"I said start, hurry up, I'm in a hurry!"

The thirteenth left didn't care what Yu Wenshen said, and now he hopes to start quickly so that he can quickly study the wing blade wings. The thirteenth from left also felt that there was a "scientific" madman in him.

If you can understand the things left by God's ignorance, it may be able to quickly condense the bones.

"laugh!"

Nan Ming looked at Zuo Thirteen and smiled. Since Zuo Thirteen is so anxious, Nan Ming can choose.

"Tao war, life and death can be divided, I hope you understand!"

Nan Ming still smiled evilly, and Lian Chaoyu had already appeared next to him. Nan Ming had disappeared on the battle platform, the underworld roared, and the underworld circled out from the battle platform.

Huge power is flooding the battle platform.

"This power is comparable to a silver corpse!"

These elders also nodded one after another, as expected to be the Underworld. With this power, Nan Ming has arrogant capital.

"boom!"

This punch is actually 118 punches. In this underworld, every reflected light is Nan Ming's power.

Nan Ming is very confident. For a middle-ranking spiritualist state like Zuo Thirteen, Nan Ming doesn't need to use any secret techniques. With the power of the underworld, she can completely suppress Zuo Thirteen.

Nan Ming's pupils already reflected the figure of the thirteenth from the left, and it only takes a punch to abolish the thirteen from the left and win this Dao war.

It is a pity that the fist hit the thirteenth left, 118 punches, and the underworld also descended on the thirteenth left.

"thirteen!"

Lian Chaoyu was excited, Fang Yan was also excited, I don't know why the thirteenth left didn't hide, maybe it just couldn't hide.

The Underworld was in Kuangshan, everyone shook their heads, and the thirteenth from the left lost.

But the thirteenth from the left at this time, looking down at the fist in front of him, the fist is very strong and powerful. But it stopped an inch away from the left thirteen.

A corpse qi halo appeared on the thirteenth left, which was the achievement of Qijue corpse alchemy.

"Have you not eaten?"

The red eyes of the left thirteenth finally lifted up again, looking at Nan Ming very dissatisfied.

"what?"

Not only Nan Ming was stunned, everyone was stunned, what on earth was left thirteen talking about.

"Can you use some strength, or else, it's me!"

The thirteenth left had nothing to do, and he was unscathed with the power of the underworld.

"Boom!"

Nan Ming punched out again. This time, Nan Ming increased his strength again and wanted to abolish the thirteenth from the left.

The sky is full of ghost rings, and the terrifying fists make the battle platform roar, and the ground veins will be shattered.

Everyone looked at Nan Ming's fist, it was a meteor.

The thirteenth left did not move, the corpse energy halo on his body just flickered, allowing these terrifying fists to fall.

"You really didn't eat, then all right, I'll come!"

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