Fantasy: The First Zombie of The Ages

Zuo Thirteen talked to death again, and a single sentence made the smiling Zuo Shenmu's face twitch.

"Why should I show you my Lingbao? Do you want a face?"

The thirteenth from the left should not be a zombie, it should be a dog-faced one.

Zuo Thirteen looked at Zuo Shenmu disdainfully, how could he have the affection just now. At this time, Zuo Yuandan and others' pupils shrank, and they knew it secretly, it seemed that Zuo Thirteen had become difficult to deal with.

Inside the Hall of Seven Stars, a famous soldier walked out of the shadows, and Yin Jiu and the others also showed hideousness and looked at each other.

There was a solemn death in the hall, but the thirteen on the left was calm and light, and laughed again.

"Drink and eat, I should go back too."

Left thirteen patted his **** to leave, which completely angered you Zuo Chenmu.

"Thirteen, what do you mean? Isn't it just looking at Lingbao? It's okay to be a brother?"

"Zuo Chenmu, do you know what this is?"

The thirteen from the left glanced at the left sinking wood, as if he hadn't seen the murderous spirit in the hall, a package slipped from the sleeve of his shirt.

The thirteenth from the left opened the package very carefully, it turned out to be a black tablet.

"Baiyun Xiaozhu is ruined and can be rebuilt. Why did you ruin my mother's tablet?"

Left thirteenth raised his head coldly, and left thirteenth didn't care about what a banquet. It was here to cause trouble today.

"hiss!"

Above the banquet, a tablet was suddenly added, which made everyone in an uproar. In the uproar, some of the elders' faces became gloomy, and there seemed to be weird fluctuations in the Hall of Seven Stars.

In this fluctuation, the aura sinks and the inscription flashes. Above the void, a huge amount of money faintly appeared.

Yin Jiu hid in the dark and laughed, and the formation of falling treasure stars was about to open. Everywhere in the Seven Star Palace, a series of stars rose in the sky.

The Hall of Seven Stars has been sealed off, and the space here forms a realm of its own.

"Thirteen, still angry with Brother Seven? This is your fault, just one tablet."

Zuo Chen Mupi laughed and did not laugh, the spirit wine in his hand was swaying, and it fell on the woman next to her, but she heard a strange grunt from the woman.

"Brother Thirteen, I just yelled, I'm here to cheer?"

Zuo Yuandan laughed. Following Zuo Yuandan's words, he saw the fire in Zuo Yuandan's hand, and a Qingluan soared up. In the Qingluan Pill fire, a three-foot green front flicked in the air.

Sword Qi swayed like jade, and the flames above turned into ten thousand realms. Inside the Hall of Seven Stars, the air was extremely hot. Every flame turned into the green front.

Sanchi Qingfeng also turned into ten thousand swords. Ten thousand swords rose in the fire, like Qingluan's wings.

The sky is everywhere, and the sword is in full swing.

"Great!"

Zuo Chenmu laughed, and Yin Jiu and others also laughed. Some elders also nodded secretly, Zuo Yuandan's cultivation was indeed good.

"Brother Thirteen, what do you think this is?"

Zuo Yuandan smiled deliberately, waving Qingfeng all over the sky, suddenly rushed out of the Hall of Seven Stars, and transformed into the void. The torrents split up, and everyone exclaimed.

Qingfeng burst into light, and the flame turned into a peculiar trail. Qingluan's eyes burst into light, dazzling light, some mortals couldn't open their eyes at all.

But at this moment, the sword that rose up into the sky suddenly swooped down. The horrible sword aura echoed in the heavens and the earth. These sword auras burned the air, and the Qingluan Pill was extremely hot.

Sound howl, terrifying sound.

In the world, ten thousand swords are sent together. These ten thousand swords came booming, shocking people.

In the hall, some people also reacted, and couldn't help but look to the left thirteen.

Of course, the thirteenth from the left saw that these ten thousand swords came madly, all pointing to the thirteenth from the left. The eyes of the thirteenth from the left were exploded with dazzling light, and the fiery flames projected around the thirteenth from the left.

"boom!"

The surrounding area of ​​the thirteenth from the left was distorted, the case was turned into dust, and the surrounding floor tiles burst apart. The terrifying sword aura completely killed the thirteen left.

The thirteen left eyelids were not lifted, but there was a faint slap in the waist. But at this moment, the thirteenth from the left suddenly looked to the other side.

The Dragon Sword would go out, if it weren't for the left thirteen awakening power, the Dragon Flying Sword would really fly out.

"what is this?"

Wan Jian stopped at the center of your thirteenth left eyebrow, and under the billowing flames, the thirteenth left's hair would burn. There was no expression on the left thirteen's face, but he was very surprised.

"Brother Thirteen, are you really afraid? Good guts!" Zuo Yuandan did not see Zuo Thirteen Lingbao being picked up by the big formation, and of course he would not completely kill Zuo Thirteen.

Lingbao is the background of Zuo Thirteen. Zuo Yuan Dan was secretly ruthless, but helplessly extinguished the fire of the Qingluan Dan.

The thirteenth left still didn't move, Tu Long Fei Dao was almost taken away, which made the thirteenth left look around carefully. At this time, the thirteenth from the left also noticed something wrong, the aura fluctuations in the air, and the faint stars appearing in the sky.

"Don't look at it, that's the formation. For Lingbao, you have to be careful!" Yinggou still reminded Zuo Thirteen, after all, the two lived and died together.

"Formation?"

The thirteenth left finally understood. As long as Lingbao is not excited, can he get rid of the suppression of the formation?

"Okay, fourteen is really good."

"Thirteen, Brother Seven will also prepare one for you!"

Zuo Chenmu kept staring at Zuo Thirteen. Left Thirteen did not activate Lingbao just now, which made Zuo Chenmu unable to sit still.

"Really? It's not interesting to see how many games? I'll end it, and do some activities!"

No one thought that Zuo Thirteen slowly walked out, ignoring the surroundings, ignoring Zuo Shenmu, and didn't care about the formation of falling treasure stars above.

"Who was it in the first game? Without Lingbao, I would kill you all!"

Crazy, too mad, the thirteen from the left made everyone exclaimed.

"Left thirteen, you want to challenge us?" Zuo Chen was also stunned.

They haven't shot yet, and the thirteenth from left wants to challenge them? Is the thirteenth from left really a lunatic?

"Thirteen? Do you want to challenge? That's great, let's say it first, if you want to move Lingbao, then you will lose!" Zuo Chenmu was already laughing.

The thirteenth from the left has no Lingbao, so it's a fart. The Lingbao was moved, and the sky was aroused, and the Lingbao was taken down. No matter what the outcome, the fate of the left thirteen is already doomed.

"How about you come?"

The thirteen from the left points to the left Shenmu, the thirteen on the left of the first order of Lingwu, but also to challenge the thirteen on the left of the ninth order.

"Haha, don't use Lingbao? I don't think it is interesting!"

Zuo Chenmu laughed disdainfully. On the other side of the hall, Han Cong walked out slowly. The golden chains on his body were already wrapped around his arms, a murderous intent enveloped him.

"Han Cong, see Young Master Thirteen, please enlighten me from Young Master Thirteen!"

Han Cong couldn't wait a long time, and the thirteenth left did not use the Lingbao, it was simply looking for death.

A stone stele appeared behind Han Cong, shining brightly into the sky. Under the stele, Han Cong possesses great power against the stele. Everyone knows that the left thirteen is amazing, and this time Han Cong will use his great power to kill the left thirteen.

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