Fantasy: The First Zombie of The Ages

In three months, Si Guoya was completely famous in the inner door. Si Guoya disciple is going out now, it is definitely the existence of the first call and then the hug.

"Brother Xiaobai, my immortal stone, how many days have you accommodated me?" A disciple of the Discipline Hall looked at Ji Xiaobai flatly.

Ji Xiaobai carried his hands on his back, and there was a special disciple behind him who was helping Ji Xiaobai collect the immortal stone.

"Brother Zhao? Tomorrow is the big match, why not, let me give you a suggestion?"

"You can loan in loan?"

Ji Xiaobai smiled "sinsidly", but he admired the very big brother in his heart. As soon as the big brother shot, there were no immortal stones, Lu Jiuling was the shameless deer in the legend, and the thirteenth from the left was definitely the brave who did not shake Bilian.

Celestial stone, the thirteenth from the left is madly searching for Celestial Stone.

In the past three months, thinking about the convergence of cliffs, nearly one hundred thousand immortal stones, most of them were controlled by the left thirteen.

Not only that, among the inner disciples, the immortal stone for at least five years has been controlled by the thirteenth from the left.

The inner disciples are very poor, and the poor can only borrow money and think over the cliff.

"Loan in loan? I have nothing to mortgage."

"Who said there is no collateral, your credibility is even better than a noun?"

"Anyway, you can't become a true disciple this year?"

"It can be like this!"

Senior Brother Zhao was dumbfounded, looked at Ji Xiaobai, and finally nodded vigorously.

Ji Xiaobai smiled even more triumphantly, and the disciple who thought about the cliff in the distance also smiled at Ji Xiaobai. These people control the immortal stone and control the right to speak.

The inner door, the Presbyterian Church.

Jiang Gongcheng sits in the center and gathers all the elders of the inner gate. Tomorrow will be the ratio of the inner gate. This time, ten people will become true disciples of Mingtang Hall.

"Elder Gao, how are you preparing for tomorrow's big competition?"

Jiang Gongcheng looked at everyone with majesty. In the past, many junior elders looked at Jiang Gongcheng in awe, but now he always feels a little weird. Even when Jiang Gongcheng sat down, he always felt something wrong with his sphincter.

"Brother Jiang, don't worry!"

Elder Gao hesitated to speak but stopped, this time the big competition, the preparations are almost the same, the only variable is to think about the cliff.

"Just say what you want to say!"

Jiang Gongcheng raised his eyebrows and looked at these elders with dissatisfaction.

The comparison of the inner sect is to choose true disciples for Mingtang Hall. Only by becoming a true disciple can you practice deeper spells and secret techniques of the Golden Armor Sect.

"Thinking about the cliff?" Elder Gao looked at Jiang Gongcheng.

When it comes to thinking about the cliff, the eyes of the other elders are also drooping. These days, they have often gone up to think about the cliff, and they have obtained the golden cores, so that each of these elders has made a lot of celestial skills.

Now these people are a bit inseparable from the thirteenth left. Of course, the "asking price" of the thirteenth left is too harsh, and ordinary people can't afford it. But Rank Three Golden Pill, which is worth thousands of immortal stones, they can still get it.

"What are you trying to say?"

Jiang Gongcheng got angry when he mentioned thinking about the cliff.

"Elder, forget it, it's okay to stay at the inner door and teach the disciples, elder brother!"

"fart!"

Jiang Gongcheng roared directly, and Xianqi rioted in the hall. Jiang Gongcheng's direction of you, turned into golden light, shining in the world.

"Inner Gate Big Competition is his doomsday!"

"His disciples, if they can't get in the top 100 rankings, they will all get out of the door for me."

"Ugh!"

Many elders sighed again. Jiang Gongcheng had an enmity with Zuo Shisan. It seemed that this time, it couldn't be resolved. In the bottom, Mu Cangu was just sneering, and Jiang Gongcheng was on his own account.

"Make arrangements, think about disciples Ya, let your elite disciples fight!"

"That Gu Binghe, give it to my apprentice."

"Elder, isn't this bad?"

Mu Cangu finally stood up, and these elite disciples of the elders could all become true disciples. There are even some who could become true disciples last year. In order to stabilize the basic realm, this was postponed in the inner door.

After all, if some spells are cultivated, it will take a certain amount of time to completely peel them off.

In the hands of these elders, there are also such disciples.

These disciples, in principle, do not need to participate in the inner gate competition, and directly enter the Mingtang Hall.

"Mu Cangu, do you have a problem?"

"Inner door, that's the rule. At the beginning, under your witness, I made a bet with the thirteenth from the left."

"Whether he can stay, that's his business!"

"This matter, that's it!"

"Tomorrow, the inner door competition!"

Jiang Gongcheng's face was sullen, turned into a golden light, and disappeared in the elder hall.

Soon, in Jiang Gongcheng's hall, there were more than a dozen disciples, both men and women, of course, mostly female disciples. The entire inner sect knew that Jiang Gongcheng was willing to recruit female disciples.

These people are all dressed in golden clothes, bowing and saluting, and they are quite "harmonious."

"Where is your big brother?"

Jiang Gongcheng looked at these disciples, and finally his expression softened slightly.

"Master, big brother, is still in retreat, this time the inner door competition, he will participate?" A petite female disciple, with a blush face, secretly signaled to Jiang Gongcheng, hoping to be protected by the master.

"Let him out!"

Jiang Gongcheng snorted coldly.

Amidst the cold mountains in the distance, a cold pool turned this into a world of ice and snow. In this snow, there is a knife. This knife is refined by the imperial zombie armor.

The sword spirit manifested, and a dragon soul appeared in the air.

The real dragon in the realm of the immortal world has the blood of the ancient dragon.

At this time, the dragon soul seemed to be startled by this knife, the knife screamed, and the long knife came out. In this ice and snow time, only a hand of swordsman slashed towards the dragon soul.

Who could have imagined that someone would incorporate dragon souls into the armor of the zombies, forming a peculiar weapon.

This knife is already comparable to the top grade immortal implement.

Especially the fourth-grade golden armor strength, a figure appeared from the light of the sword. The body like a sword is extremely stalwart. The man has dark green long hair, and even his pupils are green.

The slashed face looked very evil and enchanting.

"Master, Master is looking for something to do with you!"

Two female juniors came and looked at senior brother Wang Yuexi, they were moving in spring.

"Master is looking for me?"

"What's the matter?"

The sword energy turned, and both hands rose directly towards the female junior. Just now, the Dragon Soul Guardian Armor disappeared long ago. A breath of red dust enveloped here.

"Brother, no, time is not good."

"Who says no, go back in time!"

Wang Yuexi pointed out that it was a time celestial technique that could make time flow back for a while.

"Oops!"

There was a strange sound in this primitive forest.

Jiang Gongcheng waited for a half-zhu incense, and Wang Yuexi finally appeared in the main hall with a smile on his lips, looking at the master and worshiping.

"Master, what's the matter?"

Wang Yuexi is about to enter the Mingtang Hall, becoming a true disciple and worshipping Feng Zhenjie. Wang Yuexi has long been famous in Mingtang Hall, as long as he becomes a true disciple, within a few years, he will enter the Jin Jiazong Zhenwu disciple ranking.

"Yuexi, this time, you participate in the inner gate competition!"

"Solve a person, you can kill!"

"what?"

Wang Yuexi was taken aback for a moment. How could such a request be made by the inner door? Kill other disciples of Inner Sect?