Fantasy: The First Zombie of The Ages

Everyone in the temple felt it, and the guardian spirit had recovered. This was something that hadn't been experienced in many lifetimes. A series of terrifying souls descended here, and some elders manifested in the world, like a demon.

"Low-key, low-key!"

The thirteen on the left immediately bowed his head and suppressed the zombie aura. At this time, the thirteen on the left was afraid of being suppressed by the supreme powerhouses like the temple. The thirteenth from the left must return to Dazhou as soon as possible, and there are still people waiting for the thirteenth from the left.

The thirteen on the left converged, and even the Qi Jue had been aroused. At this time Zuo Shisan found that the use of Qi Zi Jue seemed more relaxed, and Zuo Shisan instantly understood many secret techniques.

The stone statue stopped roaring, it just shook strangely, and the blood crystal dimmed.

"Scared me to death, I thought Meng Shixiong was awake!"

Left Thirteen also nodded, let's go quickly, there is too much breath of the strong behind him. At this time the thirteenth from the left also understood that the temple was indeed strong, no wonder Da Zhou could not destroy the barbarians.

The strength of the barbarians is only the barbarians, not including the temple at all. As for the people in the temple, it seems that nothing happened when they entered the Great Zhou. It was because the temple was strong enough, and anyone who dared to move the temple disciples had to see if the temple could retaliate.

Ziyan led the left thirteen into the temple. This temple is more primitive and primitive. The murals here are not understood by the left thirteen, as if the barbarians were born in the sky, but about the temple, it is from a special place. Out, has always been here.

"Master sister!"

At this moment, Zi Yan was obviously agitated, as if there was still a trace of fear. In front of Zi Yan, a woman in a black dress walked slowly.

Ice muscle and jade bones, slender body, swaying in the black dress. That perfect long legs, like a divine tool, exudes brilliance. The woman is beautiful, and the beauty makes people unable to breathe.

That kind of beauty represents the sky, the primitive nature.

Even Zuo Thirteen saw the woman's eyes, his breathing became thicker, and his eyes became hot.

"She, she is a big sister, one of the twelve heavenly kings, Shiguilan Wushuang!"

Zi Yan backed away, this time Zi Yan backed down and bowed down. One of the temple kings, the stone ghost king Lan Wushuang, unexpectedly greeted the thirteenth from the left.

"The Stone Ghost King? What's this name?"

Left thirteenth thought to himself, but at this moment, Lan Wushuang had already walked, taller than the left thirteenth, with a faint smile on his beautiful face.

Lan Wushuang actually bent down, his beautiful eyes getting closer and closer to the left thirteen, and the mysterious fragrance made the left thirteen all lick his tongue.

"This is too much?"

A zombie was seduced by a woman, which was never encountered by the thirteenth left. Qin Lan before, although charming the world, but not as good as Lan Wushuang.

Lan Wushuang seemed to be able to mobilize the primitive, the most primitive thought of any creature.

Men have the most primitive and purest ideas about women, unless they are too impatient.

And at this time, Lan Wushuang Ruyu's nose tip was touching the left thirteen's nose. The breathing of the two seemed to circulate together, and the left thirteen pupils reflected Wushuang's beautiful body.

"Master sister, he is an angel!"

Zi Yan yelled anxiously, the stone ghost heavenly king, representing the most primitive heavenly king, any man will bow down in front of Lan Wufang. Any man who walked into Lan Wushuang's palace never came out.

According to the legend of the temple, the Goblin Heavenly King is using men. If he can find ninety-three thousand spirit men, the Goblin Heavenly King will enter the realm of heaven and live for the sky.

"The king of heaven is just called, my name is Wushuang!"

Lan Wushuang knew what left thirteen was thinking, and then lowered his head again and glanced at left thirteen.

"What do you want to do with me?"

Lan Wushuang was very direct, and the thirteenth from the left was even more direct, unexpectedly raising his head on the initiative.

"you guys!"

Zi Yan was frightened. The thirteenth from the left really dared, dared to do so, and that was the first time I saw Lan Wushuang. And Lan Wushuang was also stunned. He didn't expect that Zuo Thirteen really dare.

"taste good!"

The lips are divided, the left thirteen hot eyes, wanting to tear the black dress. The thirteenth left did not know, but the most primitive desire of the thirteenth left was not this, but a drop of blood.

Lan Wushuang's lips were torn apart and a drop of blood was bitten by the thirteenth left.

"boom!"

Lan Wushuang was angry, she was actually sucked blood by a stranger. The violent power instantly shrouded in the hall. It was the most primitive charm just now, and it is indeed primitive killing.

All the surrounding places are distorted, the heavenly king, the realm of the spirit king, and Lan Wushuang is the top spirit king. The primitive moon rises in the sky and the earth. In this month, there are tens of thousands of lonely figures waiting for the beautiful woman in the middle of the month.

The thirteen on the left was motionless, and the twists around it seemed invisible.

"What does your initiative have to do with me? You have seen my original idea, this is mine!"

The thirteenth from the left is a zombie, this is his most original idea. The drop of Lan Wushuang's blood caused Zuo Shisan to condense a piece of bone, and Zuo Shisan was still staring at Lan Wushuang hotly.

"Master sister, the Lord sees an angel!"

"What kind of angel is he?" Lan Wushuang was very angry. She was always playing with men, but this time she was played with by men.

"Master sister, don't be unreasonable, who will let you use the original method."

Zi Yan pouted. Just now, Zi Yan actually wanted to be like the thirteenth from the left. Lan Wushuang used primitive methods to make Zuo Thirteen ugly?

"Who is unreasonable, do you say I am unreasonable?" Lan Wushuang was fluctuating.

The thirteenth from the left is looking up, and then the corner of his mouth smiles brightly again. This position is very intuitive and the scenery is good.

"Can you ignore my power?"

Lan Wushuang finally realized that something was wrong, and the left thirteen had no breath at all, how could he bear it. This physical body was a bit too terrifying. When the barbarians saw Lan Wushuang, they were all like livestock, how could Zuo Thirteen ignore them.

"Very weak!"

Zuo Thirteen was telling the truth, and he didn't know whether he said he was weak or Lan Wushuang's power was weak.

"You cut the Shadow Demon Holy Sword?"

It seems that Lan Wushuang also knew about the thirteenth thing on the left, the son of destiny, the holy sword in the temple, since ancient times, it has never been broken. Even in the dark age, the dark clan ruled the Xuanhuang Continent, the holy sword never broke.

As a result, the Shadow Demon Holy Sword was broken by the thirteenth from the left.

"Master sister, don't you believe me? Our holy swords are all blessed by the temple's luck, except for the Son of Destiny, no one else can do it!"

"I do not believe!"

Lan Wushuang sneered, then raised his hand, and saw a sword like a water sleeve coming out of Lan Wushuang's waist. This sword is very soft and can be hidden in the waist and sleeves.

"Shuixiu Sacred Sword? Master Sister, what are you going to do?"

"What am I doing? I don't believe it, I don't believe it, the holy sword can be broken."

"I don't care who you are? You can't cut off this holy sword, you can't get in. Not only can't you get in, you are going back to the Heavenly King Palace with me today!" Lan Wushuang looked at Zuo Thirteen proudly.

"Let me break this thing?"

The thirteenth from the left looked up again, the woman was too tall, and the thirteenth from the left was a little uncomfortable.

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