Fantasy: The First Zombie of The Ages

The Heavenly King Shenzong has three thousand three mountains, and every peak has a statue of the Heavenly King. From here, you can see the sea of ​​​​God. In the land of the Divine Sea, there are many mortal kingdoms.

In this kingdom, there are also statues of heavenly kings. Of course, these statues have different faces. Each statue represents the powerhouse of the Heavenly King Shenzong.

Stepping into the fairyland of the earth, they all use common beliefs to condense the techniques of heavenly kings.

"Be devout!"

In an island, an envoy of the Heavenly King is staring at the mortal. Tens of thousands of ordinary people have established kingdoms in this island.

The king looked up at the sky and knelt on the altar of heaven, believing in the messenger of the heavenly king.

"Xuanling country, dedicated to 36 immortal stone veins, Xuanling country unique Xuanling immortal grass, 380 women in the cauldron body, and even 100 boys..."

The goodness of the Temple of Heaven, all the resources are here.

Hao Ming, the messenger of the Heavenly King, laughed in disdain. Xuan Lingguo worshipped too little this time.

"King Xuanling, how long have you been around?"

"Thirty thousand years?"

"This is it now?"

Hao Ming looked at King Xuanling with contempt, and King Xuanling immediately panicked. The members of the royal family were lying on the ground one by one, and they all knew what it meant.

"The Immortal Gate Competition is about to start, and the order of the Shenhai will be doubled."

"You Xuanling Kingdom, didn't you hear it?"

"Angel, our Xuanling Kingdom is suffering from the beast tide, has the angel forgotten it?"

"Next year, we will definitely prepare..."

"next year?"

Hao Mingbing sneered and stretched out a finger, which turned into the seal of the heavenly king. This seal of the Heavenly King directly killed 7,000 members of the royal family of Xuanling Kingdom.

In an instant, the blood flowed into a river. A good Temple of Heaven becomes a purgatory.

"Ants!"

"Yes?"

Just when Hao Ming finished saying these words, a cold voice came from behind him.

"what?"

Hao Ming was stunned for a moment, grabbed Hao Ming's neck with one hand, and said coldly, "They are humans, not ants."

"You, who are you?"

Hao Ming watched in shock. The person in front of him, wearing a mask, exuded an evil spirit. This evil spirit made Hao Ming suddenly realize something.

"Are you an evil cultivator?"

Under the Chaos Classic, in the Qi Zi Jue, the Qi of the world can be imitated.

Under the mask, a gloomy smile.

"People worship you, and there is a statue of your Heavenly King Shenzong. You absorb the power of belief. When the beasts are infested, are you here?"

"I didn't come, but I came to collect the baby."

"What's the use of believing in you? In front of you Heavenly King Shenzong powerhouses, people are still ants?"

"Do you want a face?"

"I don't want my face anymore."

Hao Ming frantically looked at this man and roared directly, "I am a member of the Heavenly King Shenzong, Yulan Heavenly King."

"Even if you are Meng Yulan, it is useless."

"boom!"

Zuo Shisan directly killed Hao Ming, and the ordinary people on the ground became even more terrified. After all, Zuo Thirteen represented evil cultivators. Seeing Zuo Thirteen slaughtering the envoys of the Heavenly King, they all ran away.

The royal family is gone, and the country is in complete chaos.

"Run for what?"

Zuo Shisan said, put away the immortal stone, and then looked at the other island again.

"I have to say, Heavenly King Shenzong, there are too many good things."

"Robbery!"

Zuo Shisan had already started looting, taking advantage of the Heavenly King Shenzong, the annual worship festival, to come to islands and countries to kill the disciples of the Heavenly King Shenzong.

Three days later, inside the Heavenly King Shenzong, Meng Yulan stared at the bronze mirror. In this bronze mirror, there were disciples and disciples gathered together.

"Senior brother, there are evil cultivators."

"Hao Ming and others are dead, what should we do?"

"Evil repair?"

Meng Yulan's pupils shrank, and the islands in the Divine Sea have certain areas. In the area that Meng Yu Lan was in charge of, the treasures offered by the kingdom were all looted by mysterious evil cultivators.

"court death!"

Meng Yu Lan rose into the air, and shadows rushed out behind him. These shadows are the Qinglong soldiers. Heavenly King Shenzong, in the Qinglong Valley, three hundred Qinglong soldiers followed Meng Yulan.

At this time, above the void, the Dharma of the Heavenly King appeared again.

"Master!"

Meng Yu Lan stepped on a blue dragon, and the huge blue dragon twisted its body, filling the entire sky. But in front of this dharma, the green dragon is just like a loach.

"Xianmen Grand Competition is about to start, why are you still going out?"

"Master, there are evil cultivators who have entered the sea of ​​​​divine."

"The disciples of the Four Heavenly Kings, you are the only one left."

"Master, what kind of disciples of the Heavenly King are they?"

Meng Yu Lan smiled disdainfully, he possessed the divine power of the Azure Dragon and was born with the divine body of the Azure Dragon. He also has the memory of his past life, Meng Yu Lan will fly to the heaven sooner or later and become the king of the sky and the dragon.

"All right!"

The master of Meng Yulan, the ancestor of the Heavenly King Shenzong, did not stop Meng Yulan. In his heart, no one can defeat Meng Yulan.

"In the battle of returning to the ruins, the evil cultivator was born again."

"Dare to come to Divine Sea?"

The dharma turned into a bright sun, a peerless ray of light that enveloped the heavens and the earth. The rays of light continued to spread, and instantly moved towards the Sea of ​​God. Under this light, any creature is bowing its head.

The vulgarities of those islands stared blankly at the void one by one, and then slowly bowed down. Every prayer is numb.

A hundred miles, a thousand miles, a thousand miles, three hundred thousand miles.

Under the sea, Zuo Shisan raised his head and felt something.

"Under the Qi Zijue, can someone find me?"

"impossible!"

The ancestor did not find Zuo Shisan, but felt the strangeness of the creatures under the sea.

"Southeast, 300,000 miles."

"Thank you, Master!"

Meng Yulan hurriedly went down to thank him, as expected of the ancestor who possessed the throne of God, with a thought of 300,000 miles. In this sea of ​​​​divines, who can stop the Qinglong soldiers of Meng Yulan?

"Ow!"

One after another, the blue dragons soared into the sky, crossed the sea of ​​​​divine, and went southeast.

At this time, Zuo Shisan had already emerged from the water, but on the island in front of you, there was a **** shot of you. There are mortals fighting, and in this battle, blood goes deep into the island.

This battle was led by the people of the Heavenly King Shenzong, which was to use these mundane battles to absorb the blood evil.

Zuo Shisan of course also saw that under this island, there are two people holding a dead tree, absorbing blood evil. With the absorption of this dead wood, the blood and soul of the island's death are all integrated into it.

The dead wood slowly turned into blood wood, and the living soul wrapped around it turned directly into branches and leaves.

"Junior brother, get ready, how many ants died?"

"It's only 300,000 ants."

"These people should all be dead."

"Unfortunately, they are going to negotiate."

"You can't let them negotiate."

Just when this person wanted to destroy the negotiation, a figure appeared in the ground again.

"Give the blood tree over to me."

"Who are you?"

When the two saw Zuo Thirteen, they laughed wickedly. They looked at each other as if they found something.

"You are the evil cultivator who destroyed Mengyu Lan Island?"

"Haha, I found it, I just took advantage of you."

"Remember my name, my name is Hai Linning!"