Fantasy: The First Zombie of The Ages

The bone dragon crashed to the ground. At this time, the elder Luoyuan also saw Lian Chaoyu, and at the same time Sen coldly stared at the Blood God Sect.

"go back!"

The elders of the Blood God Sect were equally indifferent. The two elders stared at each other. Just as they were about to say something, they saw Zuo Thirteen pinch Jiang Wuyuan's ribs.

"what!"

Jiang Wuyuan screamed on the spot, and Yuan Shengkong was so scared that he jumped, wondering what the thirteenth left was going crazy.

"Dear disciple, Elder Bu, the Blood God Sect is too bullying."

The left thirteen blinked his eyes, and Jiang Wuyuan knew what the left thirteen had done badly. The two people cooperated quite tacitly.

"what?"

Bu Di has fallen, his face without eyebrows, it seems a bit fierce. That was Lingzong, Lingzong was angry, the sky changed and the earth was shocked, Jiugong Mountain was roaring.

"Xue Ningzi, what's the matter?"

The elder of the Blood God Sect also has a bitter expression. It is really difficult to discuss the cultivation level, especially if he is the master of the heavenly secret. He will really break your secret secret, and it will be difficult to cultivate in the future.

"Who touched them?"

"Presumptuously, quickly apologize to other Hongmeng disciples!"

The Blood God Sect has no choice, Jiang Wuyuan is the Holy Land Tianjiao, representing the Holy Land.

Zuo Shisan, Yuan Shengkong and others waited with a smile while holding their arms, waiting for Xue Ningzi to bow their heads depressed.

Only Ming has not moved, and even if there is a burial in the sky, Ming has not moved.

"Lian Chaoyu, Jiugongshan, I am waiting for you!"

After Ming said these words, he headed towards the hillside, where there was the Spirit Hall of the Blood God Sect.

"Jiang Wuyuan, go back with this seat!"

Bu Bian glared at Jiang Wuyuan, this bitter apprentice is not a good thing either. This year, Jiang Wuyuan was in the Holy Land, and there was no shortage of panacea for Huo Huo.

"what?"

Jiang Wuyuan stuck his tongue out, and now Ku Zun is not in Jiugong Mountain, so he can only listen to Bu Ye. Jiang Wuyuan sneaked to the left thirteen as much as possible, then went to the direction of the Corpse Dao Sect.

Jiang Wuyuan left, and the thirteenth left looked back at Yuan Shengkong.

"Holy Prince, are we together?"

Yuan Shengkong thought for a while and nodded. After all, Yuan Shengkong is a generation away. Among the monsters, only the monsters follow Yuan Shengkong. The monsters in the Shenjiang area now follow the monsters, and the monsters are hidden in the secret ground.

"Sister, let's go!"

The thirteenth left saw Yuan Shengkong agree, and followed the elder Luoyuan towards Jiugong Mountain. At this time, Jiugong Mountain, the huge mountain, had hidden many sects.

"Where did so many sects come from?"

On the way, the thirteenth from the left saw hundreds of sects, each occupying the hall, like stars, scattered among the Jiugong Mountain.

Foothills, hillsides, half-hills and mountain tops.

The pattern of the sects is quite clear, and these sects are all attached to the top sects.

"Junior Brother, someone is watching you!"

Lian Chaoyu said softly, just on the mountain road ahead, there were purple palaces, and in one of them, there were some disciples standing.

One of them looked at the thirteenth left coldly.

"Naran supernatural power?"

The thirteenth from the left had seen it long ago, and the palace in front was actually the Purple Mansion. This time, Jiugongshan and his entourage, the Zifu also sent someone.

At the beginning of the Xuanyuan Kingdom, the "sword man" Nalan supernatural power was introduced into the Purple Mansion by Yan Buxu.

"Left thirteenth, I didn't expect it, I have already been promoted to the top spiritualist!"

Nalan's magical powers walked out proudly. At this time, Nalan's magical powers were more like a heavy sword, lifting heavy weight. The sword spirit fluttered all over the body, following the gaze, every leaf in the valley turned into a divine sword.

"you recognize?"

Yuan Shengkong glanced at Nalan's supernatural powers, then looked at Zuo Thirteen with contempt. The thirteenth from the left is so powerful, how can he know such a "two" Zifu disciple.

"do not know!"

Left Thirteenth lowered his head, without seeing Nalan's supernatural powers, he was about to leave.

"you!"

Nalan's magical powers were heard, and the guy from the left thirteenth actually pretended not to know.

"Stop me!"

Nalan's magical powers were defeated in the hands of the thirteenth from the left. After entering the purple mansion, Nalan's magical powers were inherited by the elders of the purple mansion and opened the "Ten Thousand Sword Art", which was the sword king's art of the Promise.

The disciples of the Zi Mansion were about to invite people from various sects, but they didn't expect to meet people from the Corpse Dao Sect when they came out.

Nalan's supernatural power stopped the thirteenth from left, but Lian Chaoyu and Yuan Shengkong did not move.

"What are you doing? A good dog doesn't stand in the way, haven't you heard of it?"

The thirteenth from the left glanced at Nalan's supernatural powers. This guy was quite annoying, and he was promoted when he was promoted to the spiritual master stage. What does it have to do with him?

"Everyone, this is the thirteenth from the left of Corpse Dao Sect!"

"The Corpse Dao Sect?"

Behind Nalan's magical powers, a man in Tsing Yi walked out slowly, with a five-fire fan in his hand, and went directly over the thirteenth left to look at Lian Chaoyu.

"The five peaks of the Corpse Dao Sect have all arrived, is it from Hell Dao Mountain?"

As soon as this sentence came out, not only the surrounding areas of the Purple Mansion, but also some people from the sect in the distance, slowly looked over.

Hell Road Mountain, a hundred years ago, there was no less Huo Huo Lingzong Wu Ji. Especially practicing Qiantu, the real Qiantu sect. Those who came from the sect were afraid and resented.

Knowing that Lian Chaoyu and Zuo Thirteen were disciples of Hell Daoshan, their expressions were not good.

"Om!"

But when these people looked at the thirteenth and others on the left, Lian Chaoyu's fingers trembled slightly, and with the trembling, the road behind Lian Chaoyu suddenly turned into a three-life flower.

"Fuck off!"

Lian Chaoyu is even more domineering. These sects dare not provoke Master, do they dare to provoke her?

"Practicing witch? She is practicing witch, go!"

Some people backed away in horror, and left thirteen stared blankly. They didn't expect that the senior sister was so famous, and that she had done something infuriating before.

When Lian Chaoyu broke out like this, Nalan's magical powers were also startled, and the sword was about to bend.

"Okay, Lian Chaoyu, my junior, it seems that you have something to resolve with your junior. They are all from the eight major sects, give me some time!"

The man holding the five fire fan is the Zifu Tianjiao Luo Rongshui, a natural symbiosis of water and fire. Luo Rongshui was a middle-ranking spirit venerable, who stood in front of Nalan's supernatural powers.

"Luo Rongshui, do you have a fight?" Lian Chaoyu was very polite.

"Haha, if you have problems with the juniors, let them solve it. Isn't Hell Daoshan known as the absolute arrogant?"

Luo Rongshui seemed to know the Corpse Dao Sect very well and knew everything about Juetianjiao.

"Yes, thirteen from the left, do you still dare to compare?"

"In the beginning, the sect did not choose you, haha. Even if you enter the Corpse Dao Sect, look at you now, you are too weak!"

Nalan's magical power smiled proudly and pointed to the thirteenth from the left, quite rude.

"For the same year, you are worse than a finger now!"

Among the fingers of Nalan's magical powers, there seemed to be ten thousand swords.

"Sister, let me fix it!"

The thirteen left smiled faintly, facing Nalan's magical powers indifferently, and glanced at Nalan's magical powers again.

"Left thirteenth, take my sword, dare you?"

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