Fantasy: The First Zombie of The Ages

The next day, nothing happened during the day, but at night, the sky change once again descended on the Xuanhuang Continent.

At this time, many powerhouses can be sure that there is a problem with the way of heaven, which may be different from what they thought. Some of the pinnacles communicate with heaven and hope to find the reason.

At night, on the halfway of Wanfen Mountain, all the monster beasts were swallowed by the thirteenth left. No, it was really with Yinggou's repeated assistance. Yinggou was also numb, and even weakened. From her anger to the present, she wanted to beg to die. Yinggou was hiding behind the thirteenth left and never came out again.

"These tombs are all dilapidated. Back then, this Ten Thousand Tomb Mountain should be a battlefield."

The thirteenth from the left was getting faster and faster, and his skin was as pale as paper, and he was going to be promoted to Baizhang within two days. After these two days, Zuo Thirteen also understood his own body.

There is no zombie heartbeat. According to Yinggou, the heartbeat cannot be recovered without reaching the realm of the zombie king. The heartbeat of the zombie king changes once in a thousand years.

The thirteenth from the left discovered that the originally fragmented dantian had healed, and the meridians in the body were as wide as the sea under the corpse energy. The thirteenth from the left can be sure that even if he doesn't have the Heavenly Spiritual Veins, his current physical conditions are not a problem for practicing Lingwu.

"Unfortunately, I am already a zombie, with corpse energy, and become a monster."

Left Thirteen sighed in his heart, but there was no expression on his face. The thirteenth from the left looked towards the direction of the mountain, the huge white pagoda's grave. There, thirteen from the left smelled a special smell. This smell made the cold blood of the thirteenth from the left boil. Three can be sure that there are powerful monsters and the blood is too delicious.

The thirteen on the left was close to the white pagoda, and the surrounding demon wind made the thirteen on the left also be on guard. A layer of mist gradually appeared on the top of Wanfen Mountain. In this mist, the White Tower is looming.

"call!"

The wind blows out and the fog rises, which is too abnormal.

The thirteenth from the left walked around the White Tower and was stunned on the spot without seeing any portals.

"This is not a tomb?"

The thirteenth from the left can be sure that it is definitely not a tomb, no stele, no grave, a white tower, not a stone, nor a giant wood, and the smell from it makes the thirteenth left feel that a monster is nearby.

"Senior win hook?"

The demon wind around him grew stronger, and the thirteen left eyes had turned blue. The thirteenth from the left wanted to summon the winning hook, but unfortunately the winning hook didn't make sense.

"Don't be stingy, you and I will lose everything, we should have a good talk."

One of the principles of undercover, should be counseled, should be mad!

"Huh, what are you talking about? I advise you to leave as soon as possible, do you know what is here?" Yinggou finally said.

"It's just a monster, it's a piece of cake for you, the ancestor of zombies, right?"

"I have fallen!"

The win hook was not fooled, but at this moment, the thirteenth from the left knocked towards the white tower. The thirteenth from the left wanted to find the beast. After sucking the blood of the beast, the thirteenth from the left was able to be promoted to Metazoa, with a normal body and speed.

"boom!"

But at this moment, the ground was shaking, and the entire Wanfenshan Mountain was shaking. The dust is flying, the demonic air is thousands of miles away, and the foot of the mountain is turned into ruins.

The mass graves were gone, countless boulders fell from the top of the mountain, and countless cracks split from the top of Ten Thousand Tombs Mountain. It was the end.

The wild beasts went mad, those weak monster beasts ran towards the surroundings, the bright moon was in the sky, and they were also obscured by the soaring monster air.

Left Thirteen stared in shock, watching the White Tower in front of him move and ascend. The entire white pagoda exudes a billowing demon spirit, and terrifying power rages in the world.

"This is not a tomb, is it alive?"

The thirteenth from the left showed his fangs on the spot, and the corpse gas spread out and ran towards the distance.

"Boom!"

The thirteen from the left rolled down from the top of the mountain, and countless rubble hit the thirteen on the left like a meteorite, and the wounds healed instantly. Beauveria's resilience is still quite amazing.

But the huge pain caused Zuo Shisan to gritted his teeth, and he had already seen the terrifying monster beast slowly rising out of the mist.

The white pagoda is actually the tail of a beast. The beast is thousands of meters away, with layers of white scale armor, like the body of a dragon. The entire Ten Thousand Tomb Mountain was the den of the monster beast, and the monster finally raised its head.

That was actually a person, this time, the thirteenth left was shocked.

"Transformation, a monster that can transform, at least rank eight, won't it?"

The eighth-order monsters are already comparable to the spirit sect, that is the real monster race.

The Xuanhuang Continent, the ninth level of Lingwu, the third level of spiritual masters, the realm of spiritual sovereign, the realm of Lingzong (great master), the realm of Lingwang, the emperor, and the holy.

Demon beasts are transformed into forms, calling the wind and calling the rain, only the martial arts power can match.

The cheap father on the thirteenth left is only the spiritual master. The Spirit Venerable Realm can become a powerful party, sitting in a heavy city, at the level of sect elders.

"You think too much, it's just an ant, it's just a candle."

The candle Yin of the monster beast, with the blood of the ancient candle dragon, is regarded as day, gazing at night, blowing for winter, breathing for summer, and breath for wind. No drink, no food, no rest.

"Not a transformation, Tier 6!"

The thirteen from the left patted his chest and smiled brilliantly again.

"If it's the ancient candle dragon, there is no problem with winning the hook senior."

Yinggou snorted disdainfully: "The candle dragon is in my hands, like a loach, the golden dragon and the phoenix are just food in my mouth, the gods and demons see me escape, I am reversible!"

Domineering, absolutely domineering. The thirteen from the left secretly stretched out his thumb, regardless of whether he wins or brags, he calms down the thirteen on the left with his courage to go against the ten thousand immortals.

"You have fallen!"

The corner of the left thirteen mouths twitched, and in one sentence, the domineering spirit of Yinggo was dissipated, and the face of Yinggou in the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness was full of black lines.

"You wait, bastard, too bastard!"

Yinggou wanted to curse the left thirteenth to death, but after all he was his only blood, and Yinggou could only bear it.

"boom!"

Candle Yin has seen the thirteenth from the left, within the Ten Thousand Tombs Mountain, someone dares to reach the peak. For many years, Candle Yin has been practicing here for thousands of years, devouring countless creatures, and some people dare to come to the top of the mountain.

Originally, the candle shade had been sleeping, but if it weren't for the fear from the depths of the soul, the candle shade would not find a weak white stiff.

The candle's shadow is too terrifying, with a human head and a snake body, but it has a terrifying evil spirit. His eyes were just staring at the thirteenth left. The previous prey, as long as one glance, was already limp on the ground, letting the candle shade fall.

The thirteenth left didn't even move, his eyes widened, and he looked at the candle shade curiously.

The corpse qi exuding from his body was compared with the surging demon qi of the candle Yin, and the thirteenth left felt that there was no chance of winning.

"Please die!"

The thirteen from the left held a fist toward the candle, revealing two brilliant fangs, reflecting a strange light.

After a thousand years of practice, the candle's shadow had already gained spiritual wisdom. He was obviously taken aback when he heard the words of the thirteenth from the left, but immediately burst into anger and rushed towards the thirteenth.

The left thirteen stretched out his arms and faced the candle shade. The fishy wind blows, the boulder rolls down, and half of the mountain explodes. This is simply the end. The candle Yin swallowed towards the left thirteenth.

"Fuck!"

The thirteen from the left suddenly realized that the win hook had no burst of energy, and his eyes went black, and he was really swallowed by the candle.

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