Fantasy: The First Zombie of The Ages

"Let the old man retreat? Haha!"

"Thirteenth from the left, you challenged me again and retreated again. What do you want to do?"

"No matter what you are, people like you shouldn't be in Mingtang Hall!"

Under the thunder-passing stele, the roaring thunder was rolling, and a wave of world-destroying thunder was already gathering.

Feng Zhenjie was about to destroy the thirteenth from the left, and Hua Yuanji and others couldn't get in around the thunder-thunder monument. Feng Zhenjie in the fairyland half-step, the thunder technique he controls, is too terrifying.

"Boom!"

The thunder and lightning were already brewing, and the thirteenth from the left stood in the middle of the thunder and smiled disdainfully.

"Actually, telling you so much is all nonsense!"

"It's easy to move you like this!"

"Left thirteenth, shut up!"

Feng Zhenjie's eyes were already narrowed, and a bolt of thunder was about to fall.

At this moment, a jade hand suddenly appeared on the thunder-thunder monument. The jade hand is like a fire, directly grabbing the thunder-thunder monument.

"boom!"

The sparks flew, and the monstrous fire directly caused the thunder to disperse.

Above the void, red armor hunting and hunting, a red outfit, Mingtang Hall Master Shengxi, stood up in the air.

The thunderstone monument in his hand was trembling, trying to escape.

The fire of the drought broke out again, and in the palm of the hand, it was as if the universe had turned upside down. Shengxi squeezed it down, and the thunder-thunder monument made a crackling sound, making Feng Zhenjie already stupid.

"Hall Master, stop!"

"Elder Feng, you are going to move the thirteenth left, have you asked me?"

With a domineering body, a domineering tone, and a beautiful face, his hair has turned into flames.

Shengxi's eyes are cold, but in the palm of his hand, the whole body is full of drought and fire. In this flame, it is impossible to stop the immortal without becoming an immortal.

"Hall Master!"

Everyone saw that the hall master was coming, and bowed down one by one.

The thirteen from the left smiled, and Shengxi still came.

"To shut up!"

Shengxi glared at Zuo Shisan secretly. This guy really dared to do it. The last time the thirteenth from the left told Shengxi about Feng Zhenjie, Shengxi didn't believe it.

As a result, thirteenth from the left, using this inner gate competition to let Shengxi see Feng Zhenjie's injustice.

Especially the relationship between Jiang Gongcheng and Feng Zhenjie, everyone knows that Jiang Gongcheng secretly cultivated the golden armor of the Mingmai Palace, which is obviously related to the Mingmai Palace.

The four halls of Jinjiazong and Mingmai Palace have always wanted to return to the veins of the head and control the other three halls.

"Shengxi, look at me, I was almost killed!"

"Your man, will be killed!"

The thirteen on the left is not flushed or short of breath. At this time, you must first take the initiative.

"To shut up!"

Sheng Xiqiao blushed, and now seeing the thirteenth from the left, he thought of what the two of them did in the cave. This guy has the same origin with her, and there is a secret between the two.

"Hallmaster blushed!"

Everyone looked up again, and even the elders were envious and jealous.

"Do you care?"

The thirteenth from the left didn't care, and must use this opportunity to keep Feng Zhenjie away from Mingtang Hall.

"Elder Feng, are you convicted?"

The same thing was said from Shengxi's mouth, Feng Zhenjie's eyelids were throbbing, too aggrieved.

"Hall Lord, you return the thunder-thunder monument to the old man first!"

Feng Zhenjie knew that the flames of Shengxi were terrible, and that the best immortal artifacts were in her hands, and they could melt away within a short period of time.

"Elder Feng, I have seen everything just now!"

"The inner door can't be handed over to Jiang Gongcheng!"

"You shouldn't do it on the third left."

"Retreat!"

"What? You let me retreat?"

Feng Zhenjie looked at Shengxi angrily, and the palace lord told him to retreat. How long? century? millennium? Ten thousand years? This is completely for him to surrender the right of Mingtang Palace.

"You don't want it?" Shengxi looked down at Feng Zhenjie.

The flame flickered again, and Shengxi's breath suddenly came out.

"Has the hall master already been promoted?"

"Eight-Rank Golden Armor? Nine Lands and Eight Heavens? In the entire Golden Armor Sect, no one has cultivated, so Shengxi did it?"

This force directly caused Feng Zhenjie to retreat again and again.

Drought and fire are already fierce, and with this power, Feng Zhenjie can't say a word.

"Hall Lord calm down!"

"Quite your anger!"

Hua Yuanji and the others hurried out. If Shengxi really condenses the eighth-grade gold armor, this is the first person in the Jinjiazong, and it is too important to the Jinjiazong, and there is no need to worry about Mingtang Hall.

"He, you can't move!"

"What happened between you and that person is true, right?"

Shengxi's pupils shrank, and a flame disappeared from his eyes and appeared in Feng Zhenjie's pupils.

At that moment, Feng Zhenjie's fairy soul was about to burn. Feng Zhenjie was finally afraid. He dared not speak, nor could he speak. The secret he had hidden was actually known by Shengxi.

"Retreat?"

Shengxi had been able to determine the frequency of the flashing flames, and the thirteenth from the left told her it was true.

"Old man, retreat!"

Feng Zhenjie really had a way to kill him. He heard Shengxi's threat, and Feng Zhenjie would be abolished if he didn't retreat. For the cultivator, to be abolished, it is better to be killed.

"Thirty thousand years of retreat!"

Shengxi said coldly, absolutely domineering. As a drought man, his nature is fierce.

"Thirty thousand years?"

Everyone was stunned again, and later in Mingtang Hall, Feng Zhenjie would not be seen. All of Feng Zhenjie's true disciples panicked.

"Yes!"

Feng Zhenjie didn't dare to resist. With the strength of the 8-Rank Golden Armor and the flames of Shengxi, how could Feng Zhenjie dare to do so.

There was an uproar all around, Feng Zhenjie was so honest.

Hua Yuanji and Ling Daogu also reacted, what exactly did the palace master know that Feng Zhenjie didn't dare to defy?

"It's definitely not the thirteenth from the left, this guy, not so much!"

"He has the magic weapon to defeat people and immortals, who gave it to him?"

Just when everyone was suspicious, above the temple in the distance, Lu Jiuling nodded at Zuo Shisan, and secretly danced with Zuo Shisan's eyebrows.

"Good job, double repaired?"

"Ahem, Brother Deer, don't talk nonsense!"

The thirteenth left was also embarrassed. In this state, Hua Yuanji and others had already begun to judge themselves.

"Brother Deer gave it to him. Is this guy, the relationship with Senior Brother Deer is still so good?"

"Does the hall master mind? In front of the hall master, ecstatic?"

"The relationship between these three people is too messy, right?"

As soon as Hua Yuanji thought about it, he saw his apprentice Du Xian'er from his side, and he was eager to try, as if he was going to find Zuo Shisan.

"Four?"

"Left thirteenth, you are scumbag!"

"I have to think of a way!"

Shengxi put away the drought, and when he looked back at Lu Jiuling, when he heard Lu Jiuling's voice transmission, his pretty face was flushed even more.

"From now on, the inner door, the thirteenth from the left is responsible for teaching!"

"Everyone listens to the thirteenth from the left!"

Shengxi didn't dare to say anything nonsense, the hallowed master, his face flushed, and he ran away after speaking.

"Inner door, the inner door will belong to the senior brother from now on, hahaha!"

"We thought about the cliff and defeated all the other halls!"

"Big brother, mighty!"

Ji Xiaobai and the others cheered. The other inner disciples were a little sluggish at first, but they all became excited when they saw the double imperial armor behind Ji Xiaobai and others.

"From now on, the entire inner door will have double imperial armor. These zombies?" The thirteenth from the left has already begun to fantasize, leading an army of zombies to dominate the heavenly realm.