Fantasy: The First Zombie of The Ages

The thirteen on the left was sluggish and couldn't breathe anymore, that was the Jiuyin ice that could freeze the **** armor. I didn't want to touch the thirteenth left when he was killed. He really wanted to touch it. The thirteenth left probably didn't want to recover physically.

A drop of sweat slowly slid down.

"That's what I said!"

The thirteen on the left has a thick skin. After all, he was born undercover and added zombies.

The thirteenth left completely confirmed that the female corpse in the crystal coffin must be conscious, but it hasn't regained consciousness. And this lady, definitely has mental problems, can you not provoke, or don't provoke.

The crystal coffin seemed to be staring at the thirteenth left, perhaps a female corpse. At the last moment, the crystal coffin shook again.

"boom!"

The thirteenth left left the blood bead space once again and rose into the sky.

From the depths of the ground, the female corpse was blasted out, and this force caused the 13th left to directly hit the ancient corpse.

The thirteen from the left snorted. When he saw the ancient corpse, he had forgotten the pain all over his body.

"Mine, this is mine!"

Qingtian ancient corpse, lost the control of the **** armor, the ancient corpse stood sluggishly among the ruins. The ancient corpse was like a mountain, with empty eyes and a gray body, which made Zuo Shisan admire the ancient corpse.

The black iron feather wings had been damaged during the battle, and it was indeed too difficult to recover. After all, there is no blood of the Wingblade Clan, and the left thirteen has never refined corpses except for the black iron feather wings. If the ancient corpse can be refined, this is comparable to the corpse refining of the spirit sect. gone.

"Haha, I see who will provoke me in the future!"

Refining the corpse of the Spirit Sect is impossible not only among the disciples, but also among the elders.

But to refine this ancient corpse would require too much resources and realm. With the current half-step Lingzun realm of the thirteenth left, it couldn't be refined at all.

"Forget it, put it away now!"

The thirteenth from the left originally intended to be put into the golden-bone bronze, but the golden-bone bronze is naturally sensitive to corpse qi, and the thirteenth from the left cannot enter the golden-bone bronze space.

Such a large ancient corpse, the thirteenth left can't be refined now, and can only be put into the blood bead space.

The ancient corpse entered the blood bead space, almost completely exhausting the aura that left thirteen had just recovered. The ancient corpse is too big, and it takes a certain amount of time to enter the bloodball space.

When the thirteen on the left are ready, the sky has dimmed, and this place has completely turned to death. Unfamiliar mountains, the thirteenth left did not know how to return to Yuling City.

Just when the thirteenth left was exploring the road a little bit, looking for Yuling City.

At this time, on the Qingqiu Road, Tai Sui Formation burst into pieces, pieces of Tai Sui meat dried up, and Tai Sui Formation was finally broken by Lan Xue Gong.

As the formation broke down, Lan Xuegong knelt in the dust, looking wilted.

At this time, Mo Xi in the distance led the clansmen and came towards here.

The Sengu and others from the big formation all looked wilted, but they were shocked by the news that the ancient corpse was born soon.

"Go, let's go!"

Tengsha took one step in the air, and never wanted to stay here anymore. Facing the corpse refining at the Lingzong level, Mo Qianji Dao could not intervene.

"Elder Tengsha, don't you give up the feather spirit race?"

Mo Qian watched in pain, the Yu Ling Clan was able to run out, and Yu Ling City was ruined.

And now, the thirteenth left the ancient corpse was taken away, but the ancient corpse would immediately kill the thirteenth left, and all of them would die.

"Does the matter of your Yu Ling clan have something to do with our Mo Qianji Dao?"

Teng Sha glared at Mo Qian. At this time, the magic cloud broke out, Zhou Jiang, Zhao Jia and others had complex complexions, especially Wu Jue, who was seriously injured in the distance, ran over and would not stay here.

"That waste, it's finally useful, elder, we are running out of time!" Zhou Jiang didn't want to stay here either.

The people of Mo Qianji Dao were too unrighteous, which made the people of the Yu Ling clan look at Zhou Jiang angrily.

"Who do you mean to waste?"

But at this moment, the Lan Xuegong, who was kneeling on the ground, threw up, and the lightsaber condensed again, actually pointing at Zhou Jiang.

No one thought that Lan Xuegong made a move at this time, and Shura Jianqi almost cut Zhou Jiang off with one hand. If it weren't for Lan Xuegong's lack of strength, plus Zhou Jiang was a little demon **** after all.

"Blue Snow Palace, you are crazy!"

Zhou Jiang had also liked Lan Xue Palace before, and he was taken aback when he saw the murderous look on Lan Xue Palace's face.

"Left thirteenth junior brother, it's just for us...you, he is not a waste!"

Lan Xuegong was really furious. Such a scene shocked Gui Shengge and the others. At this time, Fang Yan's eyes were red, and Ming Suona had already sounded, which was actually a soul-calling song.

"Boss, you are here to save us!"

Sengu's expression was also languid, and everyone was hit hard in the Tai Sui formation. Now it's no use saying more, you can only avoid it first.

"Patriarch Mo, have to leave!"

There is no way for Sengu, they all know the fate of the thirteenth from left. The thirteenth from the left was to give them time to fight, and now they have to escape.

Zhou Jiang glanced at Lan Xuegong for the last time, suppressed the anger in his heart, followed Tengsha into the sky, and quickly left Shenjiang.

"I won't leave, I will die, my mother is still in Yuling City!"

At this moment, Mo Qian shook his head.

"Mo Xi, starting today, you are the patriarch of the Yu Spirit Race."

"Remember, lead the people well!"

Mo Qian roared and rose into the air. At this time, Mo Qian also appeared decisive, dying, and died in Yuling City, together with his mother, the master.

"Patriarch!"

The powerful men of the Yu Ling clan also watched in pain, and some wanted to follow Mo Qian. But Mo Qian once again stated that no one is allowed to come over, and no one is allowed to regret Yuling City.

The world is sad, this is a catastrophe that belongs to the Yuling tribe.

Sengu and the others also had to leave, they couldn't stay here, and accompanied so many people from the Yu Ling clan, they went in another direction.

In the sky and on the ground, there were still members of the Yuling tribe who left the team and followed the patriarch Mo Qian.

Fang Yan took the Suona and glanced at the direction of Yu Ling City for the last time, then suddenly gritted his teeth and slammed towards Yu Ling City.

"I don't believe he died like this, he is an absolute arrogant!"

Fang Yan didn't believe it, and didn't want to just run away, even if he died, he would die in battle.

"Fang Yan, come back!"

Sengu wanted to catch Fang Yan, but Fang Yan controlled the dragon corpse, and the song of lifting the coffin had already come out, and Fang Yan actually let the song of lifting the coffin resound through the land of God. Fang Yan also wanted to summon the ancient corpse and let the ancient corpse go in his direction.

"you!"

Lan Xuegong raised her head and looked up, her lips trembling lightly, her face was no longer cold, but panic.

Both Wu Yuan and Long Zhan looked at each other, the junior Le Daoshan was really so kind.

"At this time, he is summoning the ancient corpse, is he looking for death? Zuo Thirteen has fallen, alas!" Gui Shengge also lowered his head.

In any case, they would not be able to live without the thirteenth left.

What Lan Xuegong said just now, this time in Shenjiang and his party, there is no thirteenth left, and there is no one at all.

"Lan Xuegong, go quickly, but the old man saves Fang Yan. A thirteen from the left has fallen, and the disciples are not allowed to fall. There are not many disciples in the corpse Dao Sect!"

Sengu nodded vigorously, and decisively headed towards Fang Yan.

On the sky and the ground, the song of lifting the coffin spreads across the border of God!

Fang Yan chose another direction and hurried away, while Sengu behind him also chased Fang Yan. On the way, Fang Yan almost blew his chest, why the ancient corpse hadn't come yet.

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