Fantasy: The First Zombie of The Ages

The broken pillar of sacred fire blasted in the penance temple.

Inside the ascetic temple sealed by Jixiang, there was a mess, and among the dust, a famous ascetic monk emerged silently. These ascetic monks did not have any expressions on their faces. The solemnity in the past has now become a decisive kill.

"Great Lord!"

These people came from the smoke and dust, wanting to ask clearly, why is the Great Venerable?

"The Great Venerable is dead, the Ghost Race is coming to the temple!"

Saint Zhuyuan saw these people yelling, these ascetic monks looked at each other, and stood in the midst of ghostly spirits, standing upright.

"My Temple!"

"what?"

The thirteenth left looked at these people, and said a pious sentence, there is only the temple of solipsism, and then these people are glowing with golden light, and the whole body is the same as Yeluguang, the supreme golden body.

"My Temple, kill!"

A venerable person has more sticks in his hands, and his fingers are as thin as a ruler.

All the ascetic monks took out a stick, and hundreds of ascetic monks, just like hundreds of Haori, rose into the sky.

"Is it up here?"

The thirteenth from the left did not expect that these ascetic monks didn't have a word of nonsense, and they would fight when they said fighting.

"Fight with the Ascetic!"

These ascetics climbed into the air, and the ghost races also rushed up. Then the thirteenth from the left saw that in the golden light, the stick was waving, and all the ghosts were wiped out.

"Can it still be like this?"

The thirteenth left was dumb again, and the ghost tribe was terrible because it was so difficult to be killed. But these ascetic monks cultivated a special way by virtue of their devotion and integrity.

Under the blessing of the power of faith, each of them is infinitely powerful, just like gods and demons.

Not to mention the ghost clan, he was just a ghost king, he was drawn directly by the venerable, and he burst into pieces in the air.

"Haha, this is our Temple of Asceticism!"

Zi Yan waved his arms excitedly, and at this moment, the left thirteen nodded and rose into the sky.

"Temple, fight with me!"

"Follow the angel and fight!"

Ziyan turned into a shadow demon and rushed out without any regrets.

"Where is the king?"

This generation of heavenly king Lan Wushuang rose up frantically, turned into a primitive torrent behind his back, and was already wearing the heavenly king's holy armor.

"Lei Xi, Xihe, Jumang, Guiyu!"

The heavenly king followed, and at the same time, a guardian of the heavenly king hall walked out of the palace of the heavenly kings. These were all stone sculptures manifested, and heads of hideous beasts appeared.

"Fight with the angels!"

Lan Wushuang turned into a sword and followed the thirteenth left.

"Where is the temple?"

Saint Master Yuan took a deep breath, and there was the guardian of the previous generation of Heavenly Kings around him, but Saint Master Yuan's eyes had returned to coldness.

"The temple is always there!"

Whether it was the temple powerhouse who had lost their power or the remaining people, they all knelt on the ground and uttered angry roars.

"Go, follow the thirteenth from left, fight!"

"Yes!"

The elders of the temple turned thousands and rushed out of the temple, and the hidden methods of the temple were also inspired. The temple is simply a treasure house, completely opened.

From the temple, it also manifested a savage god, the real savage god.

"You are all looking for death!"

Gui Zun Ming Taisen looked at Zuo 13 and others coldly. These ascetic monks were indeed difficult to deal with, and this was also Ming Tai's jealousy. He also couldn't figure out the way of faith.

Even though the great Venerable Jixiang was his disciple, he did not betray the temple of asceticism in the end. This is also the power of faith.

"Kill them!"

Mingtai was in the sky, and in the passage behind him, endless ghosts came down.

The thirteenth person on the left turned into a torrent, slaying the dragon in his hand, slaughtering frantically.

Ascetic monks don't talk nonsense at all, no matter who they are, as long as they come up, they will be a stick, no defense, only offense.

It was such a simple attack, and the ghost tribe was completely killed.

Thirty-six ghost kings swooped down, but when they met the venerable and the temple elders, they also had a headache.

However, among the ghost tribe army, there are special weapons coming out, which are owned by the Great War, and can destroy one side of the world.

"Keep killing!"

Mingtai has ordered, and at this time the army is targeting, these people in the temple, few are pitiful.

"Grand Marshal!"

The soldiers in the distance also watched. These people watched the temple fighting, while Ye Luguang was repairing his body, gloomy and uncertain.

"Grand Marshal, let's go up, we are barbarians!"

There is a barbarian king already kneeling, they are going to power, but they can still fight, control the warship, control the barbarian, and charge forward.

Everyone looked at Yeluguang, and at this time Yeluguang was struggling. Everyone in the temple agrees with the thirteenth left, which is what Yelvguang wants.

At this time, the thirteenth left and the others had become the heart of the army and the pill of the army.

Ye Luguang is the supreme commander. He knows too well that if the ghost tribe wants to destroy the temple, apart from killing the holy lord, they also have to kill the thirteenth left.

All this should be done by Yelvguang, but right now, Yelvguang can only follow.

One hand was raised.

Everyone watched, watching Ye Luguang's fingers stained with blood and smeared on his cheeks.

"kill!"

Barbarians, must kill, Yeluguang is also a barbarian, and Yeluguang also has glory in his heart.

"Follow the General Marshal and kill!"

Finally broke out. During this battle, the army led by Ye Luguang said finally moved.

Although many people lost their power, the army formation they possessed, as well as the weapons of the barbarian army, finally blocked the ghost army.

"Boom!"

The sky above the temple is simply a land of destruction.

"This is fighting for the barbarians!"

Saint Lord Yuan knelt down, and a famous corpse fell from the sky and hit the cliff.

More and more barbarians came from all directions, they were not afraid, the temple was in front, the army was in front, even if all these people were going to die, they were not afraid.

"Huh, just rely on you people?"

"Thousands of ghosts!"

Mingtai sneered, turned into a ghost, and blasted out of the sky.

Mingtai is terrible, it is supreme. At this time, from the Hall of Heroes, Jiang Baili expelled in one breath, and finally blasted the seal of the red-haired ghost and rushed out of the sky.

"I'm going to kill you!"

Jiang Baili hated Mingtai the most. If it weren't for Mingtai on the spot, the Heroic Spirit Master would not be able to die.

"Ants!"

The ghosts of the dying world were bombarded by the Jiang Baili air current. At this moment, Jiang Baili was backing back again and again, but Jiang Baili rushed out a ray of light.

In this glow, it was a heroic spirit bone, which was actually transformed into a heroic spirit spear and appeared in Jiang Baili's hands.

"war!"

The old body regained youthfulness again, at this time Jiang Baili was fighting for the master.

"You are not even the Supreme!"

Mingtai was entangled by Jiang Baili, and at this time, a sea of ​​fire had appeared among the ghost tribe army.

Tu Long was flying in the air, the figure on the left thirteenth was too fast, and the thirteenth on the left actually absorbed the ghost energy and turned into a black one, just like that of the king of Hades.

The sea of ​​yellow springs also followed.

"I am a zombie, these ghosts can turn into stiff!"

The thirteenth from the left is in the army of the ghost tribe. Don't look at the thirteenth from the left, but the thirteenth from the left is still locked by the three ghost kings. But the thirteenth from the left attracts most people's attention.

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