Fantasy: The First Zombie of The Ages

The thirteenth from the left shook the flag, fluttering in the wind, the fire blazing into the sky. But in the flames, the left thirteen eyes suddenly condensed, and he saw it, and saw a man in cloth armor among the broken battle flag, raising his head.

The begging army, named Qihuo, was originally the cheapest army in the world. Before Qin Wudi, they were not even as good as a recommendation. But Qin Wudi had injected an invincible fighting spirit.

In this world, there is no weakest army, only the weakest fighting spirit. These lowly people, when they raised their heads and defeated each and every powerful enemy, their souls were already integrated into the battle flag.

"Military soul!"

The thirteen eyes on the left were also burning, Qin Wudi's blood, he was Qin Wudi's blood, and there was real invincible blood flowing through him.

The spirit of Jiupai, left thirteen wounded, but his blood also inspired the spirit of the army in the battle flag.

"Farewell, Lord!"

The souls of the soldiers manifested one by one. These were ordinary people before they were alive, but they were the most terrifying soldiers in the world. These people died long ago, just the mark of the soul of the army left in the battle flag.

"I am not Lord!"

The thirteenth left raised his head, and the thirty thousand army soul also raised his head at the same time.

"You feel the suppression?"

The thirteenth left understands that begging for a living army is always undefeated, and now being suppressed by the spirit of wine and fighting, their hearts are unwilling.

The army soul sneered, these army souls showed true contempt.

"Then fight with me?"

The thirteenth from the left laughed. Deep in the ground, the thirteenth from the left laughed loudly.

"Here!"

The soul of the army, the words of invincibility. These army souls also laughed, they are the ones who are truly fearless to kill, begging for a living army, and charge!

"Rumble rumbling!"

Deep in the ground, the thirteenth from the left directly rushed out, rushed towards Jiupai, rushed towards Lord Zhan.

"Haha, aren't you dead yet?" Jun Jun looked at Zuo Shishi with a grin, but immediately, he couldn't laugh, because behind Zuo Shishi, there were souls.

"Why is it so broken? You also have a war spirit?"

Lord Zhan didn't think that Zuo Thirteen had this. Could it be that Zuo Thirteen was a member of the Zhan Clan, right? He could not feel the blood of the Zhan Clan.

"This is the soul of the army, you know what a fart!"

Slaying the dragon has already flown, slashing towards the spirit of spirit. The spirit of spirit and spirit bit down, and Cyclonus's power blasted the thirteenth on the spot, directly suppressing thirteen on the left.

"Haha, do you dare to get up?" Lord Zhan was extremely disdainful.

But at this moment, Lord Zhan heard fiercely, heard the scream of Jiupai Zhanhun. I saw the densely packed, cloth-clothed souls coming to Jiupai, one punch, one knife, and one kick. The killing Jiupai and fighting souls retreated again and again.

"What's the matter?"

That was the ancient battle soul, possessing the power of the law, but now, in front of these so-called military souls, it was collapsing.

"Leng Qi, what did I see?"

Zi Yan looked at Leng Qi again, and at this time, Leng Qi's eyes were starlight, and the death rope she cultivated seemed to appear. Because above these military souls, there are also death-death ropes, which are shining.

"what?"

The thirteenth from the left came out of the ground again and found the death-death rope. Where are these death rope connections? It was not on the left thirteenth body, the left thirteenth had already looked down.

"Is it?"

Zuo Shisan raised his head fiercely and looked at the void, not a treasure house, but the real void.

"Qin Wudi, is he dead or not?"

This is what appeared in the mind of the left thirteen. These army souls have death ropes on their bodies. Perhaps this was the last mark of the army soul, and at this time, the spirit of the spirit of the spirit of the spirits was besieged by thirty thousand army souls, becoming smaller and smaller.

"Let your military spirit stop!"

"You say stop and stop? You start when you want to start. Who do you think you are?"

The thirteen from the left didn't worry, Lord Zhan wanted to rush into the army soul, but he was swept out by the army soul. In front of the law, Lord Zhan is not easy.

"I was wrong, don't kill my war soul!"

"Are you wrong? Give up?"

The thirteenth left looked at Lord Zhan, and Lord Zhan finally gave in. It seemed that this war clan knew the current affairs well.

"Nonsense, I surrender, let your military spirit, stop!"

Can Lord Zhan admit defeat? The war clan has only one battle soul in his life. If the battle soul is destroyed, the warlord will lose the most important combat power. The cultivation base of Lord Zhan cannot be improved, everything of the Zhan clan is accompanied by the battle spirit.

"I don't want the imperial weapon?"

"Here you are!"

Lord Zhan looked painfully at the thirteenth from the left, and the thirteenth from the left possessed the means to restrain the battle spirit. This person must tell the Zhanzu, ask the Zhanzu ancestor, to kill this person.

"This can't work, you just wanted my woman and hurt my brother!"

"What are you going to do?"

Jun Zhan looked at the thirteenth left, what the thirteenth left was saying, it was hope, the thirteenth left quickly stopped the army soul.

"Three treasures, make up for my woman and brother!"

"what?"

Lord Zhan was about to vomit blood, but the alcohol was about to disappear. Lord Zhan had no choice but to get the holy medicine from Tianshu and a handful of holy soldiers and threw them down.

"One more!"

"What do you mean?"

Jun Zhan looked at Zuo Thirteen angrily, what this person said is not counted. But the thirteenth from the left smiled faintly, and stretched out a finger again: "There is me, you have to compensate me!"

"Imperial weapon, isn't it for you?"

Lord Zhan was going crazy, the son of a generation of war clan, was actually bullied by the thirteenth left.

"Okay, this one is for you!"

Lord Zhan threw down an immortal potion this time, too frustrated. And Zuo Thirteen was very satisfied. He raised his hand, and the thirty thousand army soul came immediately behind Zuo Thirteen, erratic.

"What's your name?" Lord Zhan put away the drunk spirit. At this time, the drunk spirit was too miserable, only the size of a fist, he was wronged and hid in Lord Zhan's arms.

Extremely brutal, robbed a lot of the power of the law of wine.

"My name is Wang Guyuan!"

The words of the thirteenth from the left made Zi Yan laugh to death, and the thirteenth from the left pretended to be a little demon.

"You are a little demon, aren't you magic power?"

"magic?"

The thirteenth from the left smiled again. In the Huang Tingjing, the magical powers transformed, and a demonic energy burst out on the spot. This made Zhan Jun nodded, but he didn't expect that Little Mohou was as powerful as Ye Tang.

"Okay, I remember you!" Jun Jun gritted his teeth, twisted and walked away, heading for the other four-star places, not wanting to stay here.

"Thirteen, what are these?" Leng Qi came over.

"Begging for a living army soul!"

The thirteen from the left nodded at the army soul. After these army souls, plus Tao Zhu and others, the begging army will be established.

"Put these things away, one for each!"

As soon as Zuo Thirteen finished speaking, Zi Yan put away a holy medicine, very welcome.

"Didn't you just say, wasn't it my woman?" Left Thirteen teased.

"Is it cheaper?" Zi Yan smiled, and the thirteenth left did not expect that Zi Yan would say that.

"Barbarians, aren't they all a rib?"

Leng Qi also subordinates Saint Soldiers, but he saw the thirteen army souls from the left put away and placed them on the remnant flag, then handed them to Leng Qi.

"You keep it!"

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