Fantasy: The First Zombie of The Ages

Everyone looked at South Asia, appeared under Hell Road Mountain, and the glory of South Asia enveloped Hell Road Mountain.

"Hell Dao Mountain, but the Corpse Dao Sect?"

Nanya stretched out her hand, and in the palm of her hand, there was a nebula circulating, which could exude peerless power at any time.

"I am the saint son of the corpse Taoist school, **** road mountain, disciples obey orders!"

With a sound of respect, every word, turned into a star, appeared on the Hell Road Mountain. All the people of the Corpse Dao Sect can see, and everyone can feel the terrible South Asia.

On the Hell Road Mountain, Lian Qiantu's face was extremely gloomy, and the Saint Son Nanya was stuck at the gate of Hell Road Mountain. This was a complete challenge to Hell Road Mountain.

"The Nan Family is still so mad, the Sect Master shouldn't accept this son!"

Lian Qiantu looked down at South Asia and was about to take a shot, but at this moment, the thirteenth from the left appeared on the top of the mountain.

"Master, if you drink the bar honestly, I will come!"

"you?"

Lian Qiantu was stunned on the spot. The left thirteen, who was dressed like snow, hadn't gone down the mountain for a long time.

In the past six months, Qian Tu couldn't figure out this apprentice. Although the Holy Spirit had been abolished by God's ignorance, after re-cultivating on the left thirteenth, it seemed to improve even faster.

In the first battle, the immortal body of the thirteenth left shocked everyone. And with the physical body, it can resist the invincible golden bones of God's ignorance.

"What people are calling is a disciple, you are such a tall master, you should stay at the end!"

"Really? Then you be careful!"

Lian Qiantu twitched the corner of his mouth, but he didn't stop Zuo Thirteen. In her heart, she wanted to see how Zuo Thirteen reacted.

Among the other Taoist peaks, they also naturally received news. Above the void, lights and shadows stood together, all wanting to see how the thirteenth left would respond.

On the side of Asura Dao Mountain, Lan Xuegong was of course also watching, her beautiful eyes flickered, and there was anger between her eyebrows, which was completely against South Asia.

"Left thirteenth, listen to the order!"

Nan Ya coldly looked at Hell Dao Mountain, and behind it came the order of the Tianshan Main Hall, hoping that Nan Ya could come back and don't provoke the thirteenth left.

It's a pity that Nanya didn't listen at all, and other disciples also came towards Hell Road Mountain.

The young man in white came from the mountain, and the thirteenth from the left appeared lazily in front of everyone.

"Brother Zuo, Junior Brother Zuo!"

Some disciples still looked at Zuo Thirteen respectfully, and it caused a sensation just after Zuo Thirteen appeared.

Nanya's pupils shrank, but he did not expect that so many people would support the thirteenth from the left.

"Listen? I'll listen to your uncle!"

Most unexpectedly, the thirteen-one from the left appeared, and directly lashed out towards South Asia.

"what did you say?"

Nanya, the son of luck, is a younger generation of spirit sect, who controls the saints. South Asia has always been high above, coercing all souls. Now South Asia has become the saint son of the corpse Dao sect, dominating disciples.

As soon as the thirteenth from left appeared, he scolded Nanya.

"Wow!"

The other disciples also reacted, and the thirteenth from left was too direct.

"Who told you to dominate the disciples?"

"Don't think that if the Sect Master approves you, you will be able to do whatever you want. Some people, it is best to clip their tails, you Nanjia, owe us Corpse Dao Sect!"

"boom!"

The words of left thirteenth ignited the anger in the hearts of many disciples. You must know that if the original battle were not for the Nanjia rebellion, some disciples would never fall.

Some elders also fell silent on the Tianshan main hall in the distance. The sect needs the peerless Tianjiao, the immortal gate is about to open, and the corpse Taoist really needs South Asia.

Nan Ya's face is extremely cold, and the thirteenth from left has such an attitude, which makes Nan Ya a little bit unable to step down.

"The Nan family has already compensated the corpse Dao Sect!"

"I am a disciple of the Zombie Dao Sect, the saint son of the Zombie Dao Sect!"

"Thirteenth from the left, as a disciple of Hell Daoshan, you must obey orders!"

The son of the Holy Child Ling Li Void, Nan Ya raised his voice again, even showing a kind of disdain.

"Even if you have the same status as an elder, you have to worship and obey in front of Shengzi Ling!"

"This is the rule of the Corpse Dao Sect!"

The monstrous power converged again, the nebula floated from the hands of South Asia, and the Son Ling hovered in the nebula.

Everyone felt that the power of Shengzi Ling, all the disciples were backing away.

"Not satisfied?"

Nan Ya finally sneered. Hell Daoshan did not obey the order of the Son, and Nan Ya could have a reason to teach Left 13th.

"Left thirteen!"

Some elders looked at the thirteenth from the left, hoping that the thirteenth from the left would still retreat. After all, it was Shengzi Ling.

"Why do you serve?"

The left thirteen smiled faintly, and at this time the voice of the director's coffin came from the sky.

"South Asia, don't mess around!"

Ren Lingxi still faces the thirteenth from the left, not wanting to see South Asia target the thirteenth from the left, and still relies on the Shengzi order.

"Master, the Saint Child Order was passed down by the ancestor, and it was approved by the Patriarch Hall, isn't it?"

South Asia did not retreat, Shengzi Ling was in hand, and South Asia had the qualification to rule the corpse Dao Sect disciples.

"Ancestor, isn't it possible that Shengziling is not working well?"

Nanya suddenly stamped her foot, the ground vein roared and vibrated, and the nebula rushed into the ground vein. Heading in the direction of the Patriarch Hall, a majestic voice came from the Patriarch Hai in the Patriarch Hall.

"The Saint Child Order represents the Corpse Dao Sect, and the disciple must follow it!"

"Ancestor!"

Ren Lingqi wanted to remind Cong Hai, but Cong Hai was an ancestor after all, and Shengzi Ling was approved by the Patriarch Hall.

"The holy child is here, the disciple kneel!"

Nan Yahaha laughed, holding the Saint Child Order, while facing the disciples of the Corpse Dao Sect.

"kneel?"

These disciples have no choice, especially the divine power of South Asia is getting stronger and stronger, and no one under the Spirit Sect can bear it. Many disciples knelt behind Nan Ya aggrieved.

Fang Yan also had an ugly face, but the brilliance of the Saint Child Order made the corpse Dao Sect token on Fang Yan's waist more and more hot.

"Left thirteenth, are you still not convinced?"

Nan Ya finally looked to the left thirteen again, and next time, let the left thirteen kneel.

Above the void, Ren Lingting shook his head toward the left thirteen, Shengzi Ling, recognized by the Patriarch Hall, represents the Corpse Dao Sect. No matter how much the left thirteen has contributed to the corpse Dao sect, as a disciple, he must obey the Saint Child Order.

"Recognized by the Patriarch Hall? What qualifications do you have to be a holy son!"

Left Thirteen shook his head, facing Nanya, suddenly smiled brilliantly.

"I remember, the corpse Dao Sect, the real rules, the holy son comes out of the wall of ten thousand corpses!"

"what?"

Everyone was stunned for a while, and in this stunned kung fu, a golden splendor was released from the **** road mountain. At the same time, the direction of Wan Shibi suddenly burst out with even more dazzling light.

Soon, there was a vibration from the Patriarch Tower. Every tablet is shaking, as if identifying someone.

"Look, what's that on the thirteenth left?"

Others looked even more shocked. The thirteen on the left was wearing gold, with golden patterns on the back of his head, and rolling mighty power, illuminating the thirteen on the left like a god.

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