Fantasy: The First Zombie of The Ages

"Left thirteenth, do you really know how to refine tools?"

Jiang Rou held her hands behind her back, raised her head up straight, her charming and immortal spirit surrounded her.

Jiang Rou just stared at Zuo Thirteen and kept looking at Tu Long. Slaughter the dragon in the pill furnace, ascending. Most importantly, within the pill furnace, the Tianjing Bao Iron is slowly melting.

"You melted the Tianjing Bao Iron?"

"This fire? Is it the owner of Shengxi?"

No matter what Jiang Rou asks, the thirteenth from the left just ignores it. He is stiff for two lives, and the thirteenth wife from the left knows the danger of beautiful women, especially Jiang Rou from the Yuling immortal clan.

Jiang Rou waited for a long time, but the thirteenth from the left didn't respond, but instead saw Du Xian'er pulling Mo Wanning to temper "Eighteen Hammers."

"you!"

Jiang Rou finally lowered her head, the fragrance was refreshing.

There was nothing left for the thirteenth. Jiang Rou had a strand of hair hanging in the ear of the thirteenth left, making the thirteenth left very itchy.

Look up, roll your eyes!

"I have a Taoist couple!"

"Puff!"

The answer of the thirteenth from the left almost made Mo Wanning on the opposite side vomit blood.

If you don't shake Bilian, Jiang Rou is curious about formation and alchemy, and you have a Taoist companion. Behind Jiang Rou, there were countless suitors, even elders.

Jiang Rou was also stunned. The refusal of the thirteenth from the left was too straightforward, mainly making Jiang Rou seem to pursue him.

"Left thirteenth, you guy?"

Jiang Rou's forehead was already black, and before he was finished, the thirteenth from the left stood up.

In an instant, the body of the left thirteen almost touched Jiang Rou. Jiang Rou's pretty nose almost touched the tip of the left thirteen's nose.

Cultivators have super perception.

While breathing, Jiang Rou's cosmetic contact lenses flickered, Jiang Rou first, facing the opposite sex, her heartbeat was like a deer.

"I don't understand, what interest do you have in me?"

"I don't refine tools, is it related to you?"

Zuo Shisan stared, hoping that Jiang Rou would leave quickly.

"If you refine the tool like this, you may not be able to temper this knife into an immortal weapon!"

Jiang Rou laughed mysteriously, then stretched out a jade finger and shook it playfully.

The thirteenth left felt dizzy, Jiang Rou was too charming, and between her smiles, the enchanting air, even his zombie's heartbeat was accelerating, and the zombie's real body had to be manifested.

"Don't anyone tell you that if you want to refine tools, you have to pray to the gods!"

"With the blessing of the Immortal Realm and the Artifact God, you can refine the artifacts and forge the immortal artifacts."

"Artifact god? Is there a weapon **** among the confiscated gods?"

Zuo Thirteen was dumbfounded. It seemed different from his previous life to have a god. Why did the instrument **** still appear?

This sentence also made Yinggou wake up.

"Artifact God?"

Yinggou, this old zombie, doesn't even know what a weapon **** is?

"In the past, Tiangong Zhang and Lu built the Ming Palace in the heavenly courts. They are indeed among the immortal class, and they don't have the name of the **** of artifacts. At most, they were Tiangong."

"Six Royals, Five Fangs and Five Lao, Central Heavenly Palace, Three Officials, Four Heavenly Kings, etc.?"

"Where is the tool god?"

The win was extremely puzzled, and the thirteenth from the left looked at Jiang Rou curiously.

Jiang Rou smiled slyly, and she raised her eyebrows and said, "You beg me?"

"you!"

Zuo Thirteen stared, this Jiang Rou, did it on purpose?

"I don't know if I don't have you?"

The thirteenth from the left looked at Du Xian'er, and Du Xian'er shook her head quickly. She knows how to refine alchemy, but she doesn't know how to refine tools.

"Yulinxian clan, in the bloodline, there is a unique refining inheritance. Among the Jin Jiazong, Senior Sister Jiang Rou’s refining skills are more powerful than those of ordinary elders."

"Even Elder Fan Jin's golden turtle stick was made with the help of Senior Sister Jiang Rou."

"That stick, called the golden turtle stick?"

"You did it?"

The thirteenth from the left hated Fan Jin's golden rod the most. Without Fan Jin, he wouldn't be able to get in. When the thirteenth from left got the Dinghai Shenzhen, he wanted to try with Fan Jin in the future.

"You beg me?"

Jiang Rou just looked at Zuo Shisan, Jiang Rou asked Zuo Shisan to beg her. Throughout the Jin Jiazong, Jiang Rou was too interested in the thirteenth from left.

"Do not seek!"

The thirteenth from the left thought for a while, but gave up. What kind of tool is not a tool? For a long time, I still use prayer?

"fire!"

The thirteen on the left turned his back to Jiang Rou, turning the yellow spring fire again, and at the same time said to Du Xian'er: "I'm relying on you for 18 hammers these days!"

"Left thirteenth, you can't do this?"

"The artifacts of the world are all in the blessing of the **** of artifacts!"

"Unless those born babies!"

"You can't merge at all!"

Jiang Rou walked with her hands behind her back and stepped on her white boots, just surrounding the pill furnace, just waiting for the thirteenth from the left to beg him.

"I do not believe!"

The thirteenth from the left still doesn't believe in evil, but as the Tianjing Bao Iron merges, it turns into blue iron juice, and in the pill furnace, he wants to merge into the dragon slaying.

Dragon Slaying is the ancestor of ten thousand soldiers in the lower realm. In fact, he has the foundation of immortal weapons.

The little dragon looked at the blue iron, and instantly became the blue villain.

The villain walked towards the blue iron, but couldn't blend in.

"what happened?"

The thirteenth from the left is not the first time to refining tools, with a win-hook accompanied, and the thirteenth from the left knows many ancient techniques.

The left thirteen hand pinched the talisman, and at the same time, the yellow spring fire swept the blue iron juice, and wanted to blend in, but was blocked again.

"what happened?"

The thirteen on the left was silent, and Yinggou was also silent. For a long time, he said softly: "Someone has changed the rules of the world, are the gods so shameless now?"

"Each one is in charge, the lower realm refining tools, and they have to bless them?"

"Why are they? The control is too wide, so cultivating immortals, how free are they?"

Yinggou is angry. They are ancient immortals who relied on the heaven as the way and respected the earth. As a human race, they were in a disadvantaged position, but relying on the human race's hard work and resistance from generation to generation, let the human race become the head of all souls, so that all souls can be human. Practice.

The darling of the human race, practice all kinds of Taoism, unfettered and upright.

It's alright now, do you still have to let the **** of tools bless you when you make an immortal tool?

"Why don't you use alchemy?"

The thirteenth left looked at Jiang Rou in doubt, and Jiang Rou smiled more brilliantly: "Because the alchemy immortal is too high, he doesn't bother to care."

"Can't the instrument **** learn from others?"

"Shut up!"

Jiang Rou, who was charming just now, suddenly reprimanded Zuo Thirteen and couldn't help covering Zuo Thirteen's mouth.

The thirteenth from the left felt sweet, Jiang Rou's jade hands were sweet, and the smell of Jiang Rou's body made the thirteenth from the left crumbly, and she couldn't help sticking out her tongue and licking it.

"you!"

Jiang Rou was dumbfounded, she didn't shake Bi Lian, and dared to lick her hand?

"what are you doing?"

Jiang Rou looked at Zuo Thirteen angrily. At this moment, there was a roar in the depths of the sky.

Along with this roar, any fairy weapon is blurred.

"not good!"

In the distance of Jin Jiazong, Ou Yezi was raising immortal iron, and he felt it too, and couldn't help but let out a long roar. Above Ou Yezi's head, a spirit appeared, rushing straight into the sky.

Ou Yezi, thought what happened to Qishen? Communicate with the soul.

"Boom!"

The thirteenth from the left looks up at the sky, honestly!