Fantasy: The First Zombie of The Ages

Within Yuling City, there was a dead silence. Mo Qian stood in the void alone, trying to find his mother, but he couldn't find it, and he let out a lone wolf roar.

All members of the Yuling tribe knelt on the wall in grief, trying to coexist and die with Yuling City.

In a distant place, Fang Yan held Ming Suona, already put it down, blowing for a long time, the ancient corpse did not appear.

"what happened?"

Sengu was also stunned. For so long, the ancient corpse did not appear, and the ancient corpse seemed to have disappeared.

"Is this wrong?"

Sengu rose into the sky, and his soul spread all around. There were no traces of ancient corpses for hundreds of miles, thousands of miles, and thousands of miles.

"Could it be that the people of Shenxiaozong manipulated the ancient corpse to leave Shenjiang?"

Sengu confirmed again, and at this time, Lan Xuegong rushed over with one man and one sword.

"Back, Yuling City, the ancient corpse is not here!"

Sengu glared at Lan Xue Palace, and couldn't say more at this time, he could only go to Yuling City first.

The crowd headed towards Yuling City and told Mo Qian and others about this important news. Such news made the Yuling tribe members cheered.

Mo Qian also knelt on the ground, praying to the common people for the blessing of the Yuling tribe.

"Boss, are you still alive?"

Only Fang Yan was full of sorrow and began to suffer again. This time, only the thirteenth from left fell.

"Oh, boy, this may be fate!"

"Absolute Tianjiao, Tianjiao Jue, a disciple of Hell Daoshan, a worthy corpse Dao Sect!"

Sengu seemed to think of a hundred years ago, when Hell Daoshan represented the corpse Dao Sect. The disciples of Hell Daoshan are amazing and gorgeous, as long as one person goes out, they can make the people of Lingzong Wuji look up.

Lan Xuegong stood at the head of the city like this, looking at the direction where the left thirteenth disappeared. In that direction, the huge footprints of the ancient corpse still exist, and the corpse energy remaining on it makes the ruins not grow.

For two days, two full days, the people of the Corpse Dao Sect stayed in Yuling City. The spirit towers around Yuling City have been restored, and Yuling City vacated again.

In the air this time, Yu Lingcheng was hidden in the clouds.

The heights were very cold, and Lan Xue Palace still stood still on the city wall. For two days, the Lanxue Palace was there, like a sword.

The Shura sword aura around him seemed to be even colder, and even the wind entwining Lan Xuegong's body seemed to be a divine sword.

Tianshan Wuyuan came over and looked deeply at the back on the city wall.

"Elder, let's leave. The bone cup has been lost. Patriarch Mo has found another strange treasure, hoping to replace it!"

A stone box appeared in Wu Yuan's hand. This stone box came from the tower and is said to be the only relic left by the master. In the place where the priest retreats, there is no more aura of the priest, and such news has not spread.

Behind Wu Yuan, Mo Xi also walked up, her face pale and her eyes flushed.

"Elder, thank you for the Corpse Dao Sect, I, I have the opportunity, can I go to the Corpse Dao Sect?"

Mo Xi wanted to worship the Corpse Dao Sect, this time there were no people from the Corpse Dao Sect, and their Feather Spirit Race would die.

Behind Sengu, Long Zhan and Gui Shengge were silent. They had recovered almost the same in the past two days, but they were all in a bad mood. Although Gui Shengge hated Zuo Thirteen, but Zuo Thirteen had fallen after all, and Gui Shengge didn't say much.

"Mo Xi, if you want to, come to Huashan Divine Tomb!"

Sengu glanced at the stone box, which was a bone pendant. This bone pendant was made with the spine bones of the Wingblade Clan, and it still retains an air of spirit. Perhaps with this bone pendant, you can find the gods in the Jiugong Mountain.

"Let's go!"

"Fang Yan, let Lanxue Palace come down, let's go to the temple!"

Sengu has been waiting for two days, and no miracle will happen in two days. The thirteenth from the left has fallen. How to explain this news to Lian Qiantu.

After Lian Qiantu finally recruited a disciple, he fell into the realm of God.

Sengu was also afraid of facing Lian Qiantu. If that guy walks violently, the Corpse Dao Sect will be in chaos again.

Fang Yan lowered his head. He didn't want to leave, but he also knew that Zuo Thirteen could not return.

"Elder, let me find Senior Sister Lan!"

Gui Shengge came over, everyone was dead, and what else did he do in ink. With a smile on the corner of his mouth, Gui Shengge went up towards the city wall.

Above the city wall, the sword of wind was condensing, and as soon as Gui Shengge appeared, he felt a lonely, lonely sword, ruthless.

"Enlightenment?"

Gui Shengge took a deep breath, and did not expect the sword intent of Lan Xuegong to be even more terrifying. Originally, Shura sword intent represented Jiuyou, the sword of terror. Now Lan Xue Palace's sword intent is too cold, and Ling Gui Shengge is so cold that he doesn't want to face Lan Xue Palace.

Frozen, Frozen Heart!

Lan Xuegong closed his eyes, it was a sword, a peerless sword. The Shura Divine Sword was not summoned, and Lan Xue Palace was also a Divine Sword.

"Senior Sister, let's leave!"

Gui Shengge's face turned gloomy, could it be that Lan Xuegong valued the thirteenth from left so much.

The Lan Xue Palace did not move, and Gui Shengge shouted again. After three times, the surrounding area of ​​Lan Xue Palace suddenly twisted, and a sword appeared on the center of his eyebrows.

"you are happy?"

With the psychic sword, Lan Xuegong opened his eyes and stared at Gui Shengge coldly.

"Senior Sister, what the elder ordered, what do you want to do?"

Gui Shengge was actually backing away, really unable to face Lan Xuegong.

"Lan Xue Gong, let's go, let's go back to Dao Sect of Corpse!" Sengu also beckoned, unable to stay in Yuling City.

The news of the ancient corpse must be told to the sect that there are new disciples in the corpse Xiaozong, and the corpse Xiaozong seems to be aimed at the demon sect.

Lan Xuegong finally moved, and turned around silently, with sword light flashing from the corner of his eyes. At this time, the Lanxue Palace was cold again, and finally took a look at the direction where the thirteenth left left.

"Gui Shengge, I don't want to be happy. We have failed this mission!"

After Lan Xuegong said this last sentence, he stepped into the air and fell from the Yuling City, heading towards the temple.

The Lanxue Palace has no earth to escape, no Yukong, and directly crosses the divine border.

"Senior Sister?" Fang Yan suppressed his grief and glanced at the distance for the last time, following Lan Xuegong's back.

"Elder, what does Senior Sister Lan mean? I also do it for the sake of the sect!"

Gui Shengge was quite dissatisfied. He was the real arrogant talent. Without him this time, Long Zhan, Wu Yuan, Fang Yan and others would have fallen into the Four Spirit Formation.

"Go, go slowly!"

Sengu didn't want to say much, and knew that the death of the thirteenth left had a little irritated Lan Xuegong. The fate of Shuludao Mountain and Helldao Mountain seems to have changed from Lanxue Palace and the thirteenth from the left.

It's a pity that people are dead, and changes are useless.

Above the city wall, Mo Xi was still looking at everyone. Looking at the backs of these people in the Corpse Dao Sect, Mo Xi's tears appeared.

But at this moment, in Mo Xi's blurred vision, a figure appeared in a direction outside the city.

"Brother Zuo, is your soul gone?"

Mo Xi thought that when he saw the hallucination, tears were left in an instant. And just when it was set aside, the figure on the opposite side beckoned at the clouds.

"Brother Zuo?"

Mo Xi was taken aback, because on the city wall, other Yulingzu people suddenly called out the holy envoy.

"Holy envoy, still alive!"

This sound became louder and louder, and this sound caused the Corpse Dao Sect team that was walking on the opposite side to abruptly stop. Lan Xuegong turned his head fiercely, looking in that direction excitedly.

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