Fantasy: The First Zombie of The Ages

Just when everyone thought that the thirteenth left was about to be killed, an astonishing roar came from the bottom of the Jiugong Mountain.

"Ji Chonglou, dare you?"

A big hand smashed Jiugong Mountain. This Jiugong Mountain still existed when the Jiugong Earth Boundary was annihilated, but now, it was shattered by a single person.

The mountain collapsed, and many doormen rose into the sky.

And in the mountain cracks, the corpse gas rolled, turning this place into purgatory.

With a hand drawn directly in the sea of ​​blood, the sea of ​​blood rolled, Ji Chonglou roared, and the blood **** was taken away.

"Master!"

Lian Chaoyu roared, in the corpse Qi, Lian Qiantu held the coffin, and suddenly came to Zuo Shisan.

The mountains and rocks behind him were collapsing, and countless dust couldn't cover them. He trained Qiantu's mighty body.

Domineering, peerless dominance, and arrogantly practicing Thousand Slaughter, is simply the devil walking the world.

"Lian Qiantu, it's you!"

Of course Ji Chonglou knew Lian Qiantu, and it was this person on the spot, stuck outside of the Blood God Sect. Ji Chonglou, the saint son, had also beaten Qiantu by practicing Qiantu.

Three hundred years, three hundred full years, old enemies met again.

"Thirteen, are you okay?"

At this time, Lian Qiantu's eyes stared, Zuo Shisan and Lian Chaoyu in his eyes. These two apprentices, the treasures who practiced Qiantu, almost fell on Jiugong Mountain.

"Master, these people are bullying me!"

The thirteenth left hurriedly came to Lian Qiantu's back. He already had the backbone, and he pointed at Ji Chonglou, the elders such as Zifu and Fengmen one by one.

"There are a lot of people!"

The thirteenth from the left is also a little bit empty, after all, Master is alone.

"Master, Grand Elder, Nanjia, it's too much!"

Lian Chaoyu didn't care about this. Left thirteenth had a guilty conscience, but Lian Chaoyu had said what had happened just now in front of Lian Qiantu.

"what?"

Ling Zuo Thirteen did not expect that Master Lian Qiantu heard Nan Ying Kuang suppress him and walked directly towards Nan Ying Kuang.

"Lian Qiantu, why are you here, what are you doing?"

The aloft Nan Ying Kuang, arrogantly wanted to question Lian Qian Tu. But who could have imagined that the practice of Qiantu at this time suddenly threw the coffin into the sky.

"what happened?"

Nan Ying Kuang was taken aback for a moment, looking up at the coffin, which was the corpse refining ground for Qiantu practice, so why did it throw it away.

But it was this stupefaction, Lian Qiantu raised his big hand, and pulled it down at Nan Ying Kuang's face.

The speed of practicing Qiantu was too fast, and ignoring the spirit of Nanying Kuang, slapped his face with a slap.

"Fuck!"

The thirteenth from the left was also stunned. Master really dared to do something to draw the elder?

"Are you still the elder of the Corpse Dao Sect?"

Lian Qiantu not only pumped it, but there seemed to be a secret technique between his palms, which was directly suppressed by Nan Ying Kuang.

And not only that, Lian Qiantu fiercely pointed towards South Asia.

"Little boy, do you dare to play a black hand, when our **** is no one?"

Fierce, extremely fierce!

Nan Ya, the peerless arrogant, had a numb scalp. I really didn't expect to practice Qiantu dare to do it.

Moreover, the fierce might of Qiantu's body made Nanya, the spirit sect, unable to move.

"how so?"

Nan Ya was so arrogant that he was immediately flew out by the practice of Qiantu, and Nan Xian was trembling next to him.

"Hell Daoshan, do you want to rebel?"

Nan Ying roared furiously, in front of so many people, it was unreasonable to practice the mountain master Qiantu and dare to do it.

"Screw you!"

After practicing Qiantu, he kicked it over, and didn't know what the secret technique of Qiantu cultivation was, so Nan Ying Kuang also flew out.

"Wow!"

The Corpse Dao Sect was in an uproar in an instant, and the elders and disciples of the other Dao Feng, all of them far away from Lian Qian Tu, were all frightened.

"Master, Master!"

Although the thirteenth left was excited, he was still calm. After all, Ji Chonglou and others gathered around practicing Qiantu at this time, staring coldly at Qiantu.

"What are you looking at?"

Lian Qiantu stared at him, standing in the coffin above, directly smashing thousands of miles of blood, the golden corpse roared out, and the corpse Qi also suppressed the Demon Sect's three holy envoys.

"There is a problem with this corpse refining!"

The expressions of Yang Wenyuan, She Baoshan and others have all changed, how can there be such a terrifying corpse refining.

"Lian Qiantu, you are alone, do you think this is the Corpse Dao Sect?"

"What's wrong with me alone? You broke the rules. What does my apprentice get? What does it have to do with you old folks?"

"Ji Chonglou, if you don't agree, come here!"

Lian Qiantu raised his hand and blasted towards Ji Chonglou. Among the big hands, the magical powers were hidden, and Qiantu's hands seemed to be able to penetrate the space and directly hit Ji Chonglou's body.

With blood flying wildly, Ji Chonglou roared again and again, suddenly a blood-colored chariot appeared at his feet.

The chariot was dragged by eight red-winged monsters, and Ji Chonglou was dressed in blood armor and turned into a **** king, facing Lian Qian Tu.

"You are really looking for death!"

Ji Chonglou really did his best to shoot, and the chariot sent out waves of air, causing the cracks in the space to spread like a spider web.

"Lian Qiantu, your disciple, killed the old man disciple!"

The elder of the Purple Mansion Ran Yunzhi roared, and palaces appeared. In these palaces, thousands of soldiers appeared behind Ran Yunzhi. These ten thousand soldiers form ten thousand **** piles, which are divine weapons.

The same is true for the elders of Fengmen. The vision is that the green willows cover the world, and the wicker twigs, like the emerald river, emit terrifying power, descending into the world.

On one side of the West, the puncturing thorns have been condensed, and the giant snake python has its head exposed from the sky, the smelly snake's breath has turned into the source of all evil, wanting to corrupt the practice of Qiantu.

However, Yang Wenyuan had his hands behind his back and the mysterious lines on his feet, sealing the world.

"Practice Qiantu, this is your business, it has nothing to do with the Corpse Dao Sect!"

Nan Ying flew back with a gloomy face, wishing these people would abolish Lian Qiantu.

"Master, run!"

The thirteenth left lowered his voice, and their masters and disciples should escape directly. As long as they stay away from here, the thirteenth left will definitely be able to escape with the blood bead space.

"Thirteen, look at it, they have really angered Master!"

Lian Chaoyu stopped thirteen from the left. Hell Road Mountain has the pride of Hell Road Mountain, Lian Chaoyu looked up at Lian Qiantu. Hell Daoshan has endured for a hundred years. During these 100 years, Lian Qiantu has not officially taken any action, except for thirty years ago, when God’s ignorance once again wrecked Hell Daoshan.

"what?"

The thirteen on the left was also stunned. Among the soldiers' pupils, the thirteen on the left looked at the back of Lian Qiantu and the coffin of the golden corpse, and the thirteen on the left had already stared.

"Oh my God!"

When Lian Qiantu was surrounded, a series of terrifying corpses burst out of the coffin. This corpse energy is too strong, it is comparable to the ancestral land of the corpse Taoist school.

"Wow!"

With a roar, came out of the coffin, and the golden corpse, the 13th from the left, Shi Gong Shenzong, roared.

Summon, that's the call of refining the corpse.

"You want to fight, I **** Daoshan, why be afraid!"

Lian Qiantu raised his head to look at the void, clenched his fists, and Lian Qiantu's body was actually covered with black armor. In this armor, bone spurs against the sky burst into the sky.

Lian Qiantu's palm turned over, and the world was shattered, and golden corpses rushed out of the coffin.

"Thirty-six golden corpses, no!"

Nanying mad is about to spit out blood, is practicing Qiantu so terrifying? Thirty-six golden corpses, comparable to thirty-six spirit sects, were scattered all around and surrounded them.

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