Fantasy: The First Zombie of The Ages

"Break off the holy sword, doesn't mean anything? I am not a barbarian, nor a temple!"

"It's a joke to make you the sons of destiny!"

The words of the thirteenth from the left silenced Guangcheng and others. They were all supreme beings, the pinnacle of the mainland. They knew many secret things, and they also knew that the road to the emperor was opened, but they never thought that an existence like Zuo Thirteen would be a child of destiny.

"You are too weak!"

One of the elders shook his head. The thirteenth from the left was only physically strong. Although they possessed peerless sage soldiers, in their eyes, they were weak.

"You are not a barbarian!"

The other elder also sighed, not a barbarian, how could he become a child of destiny.

"But you know yourself!"

The elders showed their attitudes one by one, and none of them recognized the thirteenth from left.

"Thirteenth from the left, you are a wise man. But we promise the Holy Lord to let you enter the land of heroic spirits!"

"She believes in you!"

"is it?"

Zuo Thirteen also nodded, he didn't want to be a son of destiny. But the Holy Master Yuan has a certain relationship with him, he can't look at the Holy Master Yuan and knelt down under His Royal Highness.

"Meet the heroes?"

The thirteenth from the left looked towards Guangcheng, Guangcheng expressionless.

"Go to the Hall of Valor first, the Holy Lord is waiting for you there!"

Guangcheng's eyes were not squinted, his hands behind his back, the visions were superimposed, Guangcheng and the others were incomparably mysterious, leading the thirteenth from the left, and heading towards the Hall of Valor.

The thirteenth from the left is observing the surroundings, here is the alien space, here is a huge graveyard.

These guard elders in Guangcheng are the guards of the tomb.

"Here is buried the barbarian heroic spirit!"

"From ancient times, middle ancient times, and dark ages, these heroic spirits have fought for the barbarians and for the Xuanhuang Continent!"

"They are immortal!"

Some guarding disciples looked at Zuo XIII and raised their heads proudly.

There are many statues in front of the Hall of Valor. These statues are not carved by people, they are like carvings from heaven and earth. These statues seem to be among the cliffs of the temple.

uncanny workmanship!

"Holy Lord, he is coming!"

Guangcheng and the others came to the Hall of Valor, in the white palace, on top of the black table, that is a tablet, countless tablet, black.

And the Holy Lord, now kneeling in front, facing these barbarian heroic spirits piously.

"You are finally here, come in!"

Sheng Zhuyuan saw the thirteenth from the left, showing a cordial appearance, she finally waited for the thirteenth from the left. She had already told the hero of her thoughts, hoping that she would accept the thirteenth from the left.

The thirteenth from the left is the inheritor of Emperor Xia. In this life, Emperor Yu's line is hidden, and he doesn't know what to do.

The road to the emperor has been opened. There has been no emperor for hundreds of thousands of years. Now the road to the emperor has been reopened. The heavens are chaotic, and the world must be disrupted. Where the temple is, what should I do?

"How can he come in without the heroic spirit's recognition?" Guangcheng quickly reminded the Holy Lord.

"Elder, I believe that the heroic spirit can recognize it!"

"Impossible, the 183,000 heroic spirits of the Hall of Valor, these tablets have their own fate, so how can they bow down and worship if they are not from the barbarians?"

"Who said he was going to bow down?"

The thirteen from the left looked at Guangcheng and the others. Sister Saint just let him in.

"Why don't you bow down? Who do you think you are?"

"That's it, it's impossible to let you in, you don't want to bow down?"

Everyone glared at him, and at this moment the Holy Master said quietly: "I just let him in, let the ancient heroes look at him."

"The Land of Heroic Spirits, he hasn't entered yet!"

"Holy Lord, what do you mean?"

"This kid is not our barbarian, he is not qualified to go in. And you have heard that he is crazy and will not bow down to the hero!" An elder took a deep breath, but for a moment, the world dimmed again. Around it, a demon **** appeared, staring at the thirteenth left.

"Elder Gai, he has this qualification!"

"He is someone I recognize, do you think he is qualified?"

Sheng Zhuyuan finally raised his head, turned his face slowly, and looked at the elder coldly.

"Holy Lord!"

This elder, who believes in the devil, was surprised by the look in the eyes of the Holy Lord, and stepped back.

"Thirteen, come in!"

"Holy Lord, you will go your own way. You must know that this threshold is not something he can bear. Don't think that if he can step on the spiritual stage, he can enter the Hall of Valor." Guangcheng reminded again.

This threshold has been blessed by the Holy Master from generation to generation, and only barbarians can enter.

Without the blood of the barbarian, wanting to enter the Hall of Valor is a blasphemy against the Valor.

"I believe, Lord Heroic, hear my voice!" The Holy Lord still insisted.

"Sister Holy Master, are you really letting me in?"

The thirteenth from the left doesn't matter, but the Holy Lord Yuanyi insists, and the thirteenth from the left can't help it.

"You have this qualification!"

The Holy Lord looks at the thirteenth from the left. The thirteenth from the left is the inheritor of the Emperor Xia. If you can enter the Hall of Heroes, you can get the first step of the approval of the heroes. When you enter the place where the heroes are buried, the thirteenth from the left will face the heroes. Up.

"Ok!"

Left thirteen nodded, and looked at the threshold at the same time. The threshold is high, with black paint on it. But above the black paint, layers of halos were emitted.

Every halo is the blessing of a holy lord.

"Holy Lord, this is your insistence, this kid, there is really a problem, it has nothing to do with our Hall of Valor!" Guangcheng was silent, and there is no need to look at it. Without the blood of the barbarian, he can't enter the Hall of Valor.

"Thirteenth from left, trust me!"

The Holy Lord was still insisting, and the thirteen left gave a wry smile, not believing or not, under the pupil of the word of soldiers, this threshold is simply a supreme treasure, comparable to the existence of an imperial weapon.

Moreover, it is also a Qiyun imperial weapon. If this threshold wood appears outside, it is estimated that it can cause an uproar. But now, in the Hall of Valor is just a threshold.

"I'm going in!"

The thirteenth from the left stepped up with his left foot and walked towards the door. Everyone looked towards the threshold, not that if the barbarians stepped into the Hall of Valor, the Samadhi would burn themselves.

But everyone did not see the real fire of Samadhi, nor did they see any movement on the threshold, but the halo seemed to disappear for a while, and then returned again.

"Holy Lord, it's you!"

Guangcheng and the others became angry. The Holy Lord is cheating. Is the Holy Lord's blessing on the threshold back?

"It has nothing to do with me, it is Heroic Spirit's recognition of him!"

The Holy Lord became excited, and the thirteenth left really walked in. How these heroic spirits felt it, they also had a preliminary approval of thirteenth left.

"What? Not the Holy Lord?"

Guangcheng and the others were completely stunned. The thirteenth left had no barbarian blood. What happened?

The thirteenth left didn't react at all, but when they walked into the Hall of Valor, the densely packed rows suddenly trembled, and then I saw a puff of blue smoke coming out of the tablet.

"what happened?"

The thirteenth from the left was taken aback. It was a bit scary. Could there be ghosts?

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