Fantasy: The First Zombie of The Ages

The thirteen on the left looked at the big immortal cultivators above, earning red face, the elder Jialan Shenzong, but smiled faintly and stepped back.

"Would you like to enter Shushan?"

An elder sword fairy walked out directly and stared at a handsome young man in front of him. The young man was like a sword, looking at the sword fairy of Shushan, he knelt down directly.

"Sword body?"

The thirteenth from the left can see clearly, this ascending person is definitely an ancient sword body, and his dantian is full of sword pill. It is estimated that Shushan has long been eyeing it.

"You are willing to enter Lei Zong from five directions!"

The other Shenzongs couldn't wait, and they all began to select the remaining ascended ones.

"Would you like to enter Fengdu Hall?"

"Ru Ke Jing Xingmu Divine Sect?"

Shenzong chooses first, and those who have a chance to ascend are all selected. After all, to be able to step into the ascent, everyone is a person of great perseverance and great luck.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Just when the eight great divine sects have to choose to end, other ancient religions and sects want to choose fairy seedlings. There was crying behind Shenzong.

"Jin Jiazong, alas!"

While crying and sighing, this voice is dreamlike. Although it is a low cry, it makes people feel heart-piercing. Even those ascended to Jialan have red eyes, as if they are about to cry. .

"What are you doing?"

Elder Lingbao Tianzong immediately looked at who was crying.

The thirteenth from the left also looked over. Behind these people, an old man in a golden robe was crying. This old man is golden, with gold threads on his robe, and a gold chain under his neck, and the whisk in his hand is also gold.

"Too shameless, right?"

The thirteenth left was shocked and looked at the immortal cultivator, and the big gold chain was just a small watch. This set of equipment was simply a nouveau riche.

"This?"

When the other elders saw that it was this old man, their eyes changed one by one.

These people even looked at the old man in disgust, looked up at the sky, and cried if they wanted to cry. Doesn't it matter to them?

"Elder Fan, what are you doing?"

The elder Tianmen also rolled his eyes, the fairy aura filled his heart, and his heart burst into flames.

Elder Fan's eye circles were also swollen, so he wiped it with a gold garment, but the color seemed to fade.

"This stuff?"

The thirteenth from the left almost didn't laugh to death. This is not a golden robe at all. It has lost its color. What is this old guy doing?

"Fan Jin, you have enough! What are you going to do?"

"Elders, I am wronged." The Jinpao elder shouted again.

Fan Jin comes from the Jinjiazong. You must know that the Jinjiazong is also the Shenzong. It's just that for the past 100 years, there has been no close person, and he will soon be unable to become the Shenzong.

"What are you wronged for?"

"Brother, we Jinjiazong, or Shenzong?"

Fan Jin looked at these elders weakly, and said again: "Our Jin Jiazong has been established for six million and three thousand and forty-two years and has made brilliant achievements. In the heavenly realm, we have also made contributions."

"After all, our Taoism is also pure, and blood has been shed for the heavenly realm..."

Fan Jin has already begun to talk about it, starting from the origin of the Golden Armored God Sect to the battles between righteous and evil in the Cangtian Realm. He is extremely tragic and magnificent.

Ascenders listened one by one, all with tears in their eyes.

"enough!"

These elders are all depressed, Jin Jiazong, what are they going to do?

"We are still Shenzong after all. If we had not had a hardship, we wouldn't be able to. Now that the thousand-year immortal ratio has not started, we are still Shenzong. Since we are Shenzong, why don't we choose?"

Fan Jin finally said his purpose, Jin Jiazong or Shenzong, should choose the doorman.

"Elder Fan Jin, you should understand?"

"Is there the fairy seedling you want here?"

"Look at their bodies, can they withstand your golden armor skills?"

"Besides, at the beginning, your suzerain was bragging..."

"Now and then!"

"I don't care, I want to accept disciples!"

Fan Jin didn't care, he had to accept disciples. It had been a hundred years, and finally he had to get out of the customs, so he had to get immortal seedlings for the sect. With so many immortal seedlings, I don't believe that I can't accept disciples.

"You take it, I let you take it!"

Elder Tianmen rolled his eyes, really tired of Fan Jin. Jin Jiazong, weak and awkward, the main nine times Xianbi, have already been defeated. As long as you lose once, it is not Shenzong.

How many sects are staring at the position of Shenzong, you must know that becoming a Shenzong can get more resources from the heavens. Cultivators are immortal, as long as they have not experienced battle, they can survive.

Although the Cangtian realm is large, it can't stand it. With so many immortal cultivators, the major sects are already tearing their faces for resources.

Those who want to enter the Shenzong sect, looking at Fan Jin, the corners of their mouths rose, as if they saw the biggest joke.

Bai Zi had entered the Zongheng Shenzong, which was allowed by the thirteenth from the left.

Zuo Thirteen didn't have the blood of the demon at first, and Bai Zi was not a slave of Zuo Thirteen at all, but just a subordinate.

The thirteenth from the left gave Baizi freedom. Baizi stood in the vertical and horizontal line, spying on the thirteenth from the left, and relayed it to the thirteenth again.

"Master, this Jin Jiazong, don't join!"

"has a problem?"

The thirteenth left looked at everyone, and the other elders looked at Fan Jin with strange expressions.

"I heard that there are very few immortal seedlings who can enter the Jin Jiazong. Their test is very strange!"

Bai Zi reminded in a low voice, the thirteenth from the left was taken aback.

At this time, Jin Jiazong Fan Jin had rubbed his eyes and stood majestic in front of the other ascended ones.

"Everyone, you should know the prestige of the Jin Jiazong. Now, it is very difficult to enter our Jin Jiazong. We are Shenzong after all."

"Fan Jin, hurry up, do we have to choose?"

There are also elders in the fairyland, with a low roar, the fairy qi transforms into a white tiger, shaking all directions.

The whole reception hall seemed to be swallowed.

"What's the hurry, we are Shenzong? You Bai Hudao, count as a fart." Fan Jin muttered in his mouth, but took a step back and stayed away from the elder Bai Hudao.

These are the elders of the Earth Fairyland, only Fan Jin, who is just the pinnacle of the Human Fairyland, just like the envoy.

Even so, this Bai Hudao just stared, and didn't use Xianwei to suppress it.

"Elder, I want to enter the Golden Armor Gate!"

A tall ascended person walked out, and the holy light appeared on his body. The real fairyland achieved the overlord fairy body, which was one of the three thousand fairy bodies in the ancient times.

"Good, not bad!"

"This fairy seedling is really good. He should join our Shenzong."

"Come here, let me touch my bones."

Fan Jin stared at the flying fairy, a golden pattern appeared in his hand. As soon as this golden pattern appeared, the left thirteen pupils shrank. This golden pattern contained the power of heaven and earth.

"Nima, use the power of heaven and earth, Mogu?"

On the left thirteenth, there is a pupil with the word soldier, and of course he can distinguish the inside, but this ascending person still looks proudly, he is dominating the immortal body, with a special physique.

Fan Jin's hand fell, but for a moment, the ascending person screamed and turned into a fan.

"This?"

The rest of the ascendants were shocked, and the people who were excited to join the Jin Jiazong just now backed away. Even Ouyang Xiaoxiao, who entered the Xingmu Shenzong, covered his mouth.

"Even the power of heaven and earth can't bear it, how to practice golden armor technique, alas!"

"Anything else?"

Fan Jin's face was hard to look, what happened to the immortal seedlings now, one generation is not as good as one generation, even the Eucharist can't bear the power of heaven and earth?