Fantasy: The First Zombie of The Ages

The fierceness was destroyed, and tears flowed in the world.

The Hall of Heroes was closed again, and Guangwen and other guard elders, as well as guard disciples, let the heroes return to the cemetery. Part of the cemetery is empty, but the tombstone is always bright.

"Holy Lord, the Hall of Valor is going back!"

"Heroic spirits are immortal and will live forever. They need us and call us!"

It is widely known that he wants to enter a foreign land and restore the heroic spirit as soon as possible, so that the heroic spirit can be stabilized, and the heroic spirit cannot be destroyed.

"Elder, take care!"

The Holy Master Yuan sighed, and at this time, Guangwen didn't look at anyone, but looked to the left thirteen.

"Angel, take care!"

"Bye, angel!"

The disciples and elders of the Hall of Valor, all bowed down to the thirteenth left. The thirteenth from the left was recognized by the Hall of Valor, a true recognition.

Left Thirteen shook his head, feeling very upset.

But at this time, on the side of the Temple of Asceticism, a venerable person walked over, still holding a stick in his hand.

The stick knocked at the back of the left thirteenth, which made the thirteenth left froze, just about to fight back.

"Bye, angel!"

The venerable bowed down, and the ascetic monk also bowed down, showing a slight smile.

"what?"

The thirteenth from the left was stunned. This was the approval of the Temple of Asceticism. They also recognized the thirteenth from the left, and the thirteenth from the left was the Son of Destiny.

"worship!"

The king of the previous generation also came over, led the people in the temple, and bowed down to the thirteenth left.

"What are you guys?"

The thirteen on the left was very confused, and Lan Wushuang also walked over, nodded solemnly at the thirteen on the left, representing the new generation of heavenly kings and on behalf of the temple disciples, and bowed down.

"From now on, you will be the angel of the temple, the son of destiny!"

"The glory of the temple is your glory!"

Shengzhuyuan also walked over and looked at the thirteenth left seriously. At the end of the war, this was the temple's recognition of the thirteenth from the left. Without the thirteenth from the left, the temple would no longer exist.

There was only one person, Ye Luguang, with a gloomy face.

Ye Luguang looked at Zuo Thirteen and finally said a word.

"Son of Destiny? Just leave it to you, but the barbarians don't rely on Son of Destiny!"

"Holy Lord, the holy mountain must be opened!"

"I will show the whole barbarian, the future of the barbarian, bless me!"

Ye Luguang snorted coldly. In his eyes, the thirteenth from the left was not strong, just using the heroic spirit. Now the heroic spirit was destroyed, and the thirteenth left was turned into an angel by the temple, which greatly stimulated Ye Luguang.

"Grand Marshal, please go out!"

There is no nonsense about the Holy Master. If it were not for severe damage, the Holy Master would act on Ye Luguang.

The temple today is really too weak.

The temple needs to be restored, and Ye Luguang is the Grand Marshal and cannot be damaged. The barbarians have lost too much and can't consume them internally.

It's a pity that Ye Luguang didn't listen at all, and finally glanced at the thirteenth from the left, leading the army and disappearing into the temple.

In this battle, the sacred flame will not be extinguished.

In this battle, all the barbarians finally knew the glory of heroic spirits again.

In this battle, the ghost clan came, and the barbarians finally understood everything. It turns out that everything comes from the Dharma God, from Ghost Zun Mingtai.

The barbarians shook, and the royal family also knew the news, and sent a special envoy to enter the temple.

But the temple has been closed, and the six heavenly kings guard the temple, and no one will accept it.

They can only see the healing pillar of the holy fire, watching the holy fire burning, the remaining breath on the cliff makes them feel terrified.

However, in the temple, some strong men disappeared.

After being rescued, the strong men who recovered their physical strength are disappearing, moving from the barbarian to the ghost. These temple powerhouses, entering the land of the ghost race, will cause slaughter.

The thirteenth from the left stood beside Shengzhuyuan, watching Shengzhuyuan walk into Yuanbing.

"Thirteen, I want to restore, and the temple will be handed over to you."

"Me? Sister Holy Master, stop joking."

"I have to go back to Dazhou!"

"You are already the son of the barbarian destiny, and your status is very noble. If you want to return to the Great Zhou Dynasty, don't rush for a while!"

"Why not in a hurry, I am in a hurry!"

The thirteenth left hurriedly wanted to say something, but the holy master yuan smiled bitterly: "Then you have to enter the holy mountain, the holy mountain must be opened, that is the secret of the barbarian!

"There is something that can make you supreme!"

"Me? What do you mean?"

The thirteenth from the left was taken aback, but Shengzhuyuan shook his head again, looking at the thirteenth amusedly.

"There are treasures there. Yeluguang wants to open the holy mountain and unify the barbarians!"

"Unfortunately, he doesn't even know that the Son of Destiny is you, and the future of the barbarians is also you!"

"No, I mean?"

The thirteenth left still wanted to explain, but the Holy Master Yuan didn't listen at all, and walked towards the source ice, using the power of the source ice to restore his soul body.

"Wushuang, take care of a good angel!"

The words of Holy Master Yuan made Lan Wushuang walk in obediently.

"Holy Lord, rest assured!"

Lan Wushuang quickly pulled Zuo Thirteen and went out, which left Zuo Thirteen speechless.

"I want to go back to Da Zhou!"

"You are an angel, what kind of big week will you have, here is your temple!"

Lan Wushuang introduced Zuo Thirteen into a large hall, which was actually a heaven and blessed land, which had already been prepared by the temple.

Green hills and green mountains, ten thousand birds return to the forest.

The breeze is blowing, and there is a red cloth hanging in the main hall, which is absolutely beaming.

"How is this the same as getting married?"

The thirteenth from the left was stunned, but Lan Wushuang blushed, looking at the thirteenth from the left and said: "I arranged it, do you like it? I, I'll be with you tonight!"

"No need!"

Zuo Thirteen quickly shook his head. This hurtful remark made Lan Wushuang pouted. He was so active, why didn't the angel stop it.

"I'll talk about it tomorrow night, I want to practice tonight!"

"Tomorrow night?"

Lan Wushuang got excited and nodded again and again, and then quickly let Zuo Shishi rest, she disappeared in the temple.

"Finally all gone!"

The thirteenth person on the left stood on the top of the green mountain, and did not enter the temple, but with his hands, dug a tomb in the back mountain.

"The Immortal Tomb of Heroic Spirits!"

The thirteenth from the left was also commemorating, and there was a tombstone without any words on it, but in the thirteenth from the left, it was for himself.

Because he is a zombie.

"Come out, you think, I don't know you?"

The thirteen from the left sneered, as if there was some kind of fluctuation on his body. Standing in front of the grave, the face on the left thirteen was extremely gloomy.

"You found me?"

From the thirteenth shadow on the left, a ghost slowly emerged. The ghost had already wrapped around the thirteen's trouser leg, and the thirteen on the left was already occupied by the ghost.

"The second-generation ghost race is really capable!"

"Thirteenth from the left, I said to surrender you, but you didn't expect it, you also have today."

"No one can help you now, your physical body is mine!"

"From now on I will be the Son of Destiny, hahaha, who can think of them!"

"Do you think you can swallow me?"

The thirteen from the left looked at Mingtai and smiled disdainfully.

"Do you think I have a soul?"

The thirteen from the left took the initiative to melt into the dark soul of the Mingtai, and the dark soul of the Mingtai entered the body of the left thirteen, and was stunned.

"Where is your soul?"

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