Fantasy: The First Zombie of The Ages

Under the full hall, everyone looked in shock, Dongfang Zongming's shoulders trembled, and he looked at the thirteenth left deeply.

This little guy in the real fairyland, really did it?

One of his sticks smashed Dongfang Zongming's conspiracy.

Without any preparation for Dongfang Zongming, it was just a blow.

The whale swallowed the vitality of the world, the golden wheel behind his head faintly turned dark gold, and behind Dongfang Zongming, the ten thousand zhang golden armor was about to flash out. At this time, Dongfang Zongming's breath was not a fairyland at all.

In an instant, some people in the hall had already begun to be on guard.

Shengxi's cosmetic contact lenses are all fires of drought, to guard against Dongfang Zongming's action.

"For the sect, thank you!"

No one thought that Dongfang Zongming really bowed down and bowed to the thirteenth left in front of everyone.

"Father!"

Dongfang Jingtian's eyes were full of anger. All of this was due to the thirteenth from the left. The arrogant father actually worshipped a real fairyland, which is the shame of the Dongfang family.

"Wait!"

The people in Mingmai Temple were cold and deep, looking at Zuo Shishi, everyone was murderous.

"Do you think I am dead?"

At this moment, Bi Xuzi finally got angry.

Behind Bi Xuzi, a crack in the hall suddenly cracked, and a new sky seemed to come out of the crack. The terrifying Xianwei is extremely vast.

Under the sky, a golden body stands in the sky.

The golden body form of the head, it was refined by the heads of the Jin Jiazong for generations, and possessed terrifying power.

The statue of the golden body seems to have opened a pair of eyes, and each of them seems to be the head of the previous generation, overwhelming the world.

"He is my apprentice!"

"Mingmai Palace, do you want to reverse it?"

Bi Xuzisen looked at the elders of Mingmai Hall coldly, and at the same time looked at other elders. Bi Xuzi, this head, finally got really angry.

No one thought that Bi Xuzi's cultivation was so strong.

"Head, I have something to do, go back first!"

"Quite my anger, I have already worshipped!"

Dongfang Zongming remained calm, a halo appeared under his feet, and disappeared without waiting for Bi Xuzi's consent.

The elders, seeing the hall master leaving, slowly backed away, leaving only the people of the other three halls, and the scene was quite embarrassing.

"Head!"

The other elders regretted it a little, it shouldn't be the case just now.

"Come on, brothers and sisters, let's go ahead, the master still needs to refine tools!"

Fan Jin walked away with a smile, the fairy iron was already open, and I had to teach Ou Yezi here.

These elders looked at Fan Jin in horror. Fan Jin's smiling face was almost like a devil. The other halls also looked at, and backed secretly, away from here.

"Master Ou Yezi, please!"

"Also made you laugh!"

Bi Xuzi bowed down and left it to Ou Yezi, who guarded it outside. They will guard outside, waiting for the immortal weapon to come out and the robbery to come.

"Master Bi, the old man has a request, can he refining with his younger brother."

"Left thirteenth?"

Bi Xuzi laughed, seeing Zuo 13 at this time, Bi Xuzi was extremely satisfied. This apprentice, it was really correct, it was so useful.

"Thirteen, can you help?"

After Bi Xuzi finished speaking, he obviously saw the thirteenth finger on the left move. Of course, Bi Xuzi knew what it meant. Bi Xuzi was happy and nodded directly.

"Shengxi, you go down first!"

Left Thirteen stared at Shengxi, but Shengxi lowered his head and pointed at the blood on the ground. If this blood of zombie was discovered by someone with a heart, it would be a great threat to the thirteenth left.

"Thank you!"

The left thirteen felt warm in his heart and finally felt Shengxi's concern. Under Shengxi's feet, the drought and flames rose, and the blood of the zombies disappeared.

"Brother, shall we refining together?"

"Junior Brother, please!"

Ou Yezi laughed, the two of them left and right, looked at the fairy iron in the volcano, and began to communicate.

"The way of refining tools is divided into seven ways, and there are seven ways of refining tools, each of which represents a great way!"

"Cremation of gold, the first way is the way of condensing!"

"The way of condensing, the way of opening, the way of brewing, the way of change, the way of patterning, the way of realism, the way of implements!"

"Junior brother, do you know?"

With every word Ou Yezi said, in this volcano, magma rises like different tentacles, guiding the fairy iron and condensing the embryonic form.

"I have no idea!"

"The Tao is Tao, and the same should never change!"

"Is the refining equipment so complicated?"

The thirteenth from left raised his hand, and Huang Quanhuo actually rose in the golden crow fireworks, turning into a hammer.

"Brother, is the magic trick really difficult?"

"Ancient monk, fighting against the heavens and the earth is full of joy. The magic weapon is not a tool, but a partner!"

"The weapon is refined by humans. Doesn't the Tao lie in yourself?"

"what?"

Ou Yezi was taken aback for a moment, knowing that the thirteenth from the left possessed the magical technique, but did not expect that the thirteenth from the left was really telling him.

"My Tao, I will create! My treasure, I will refine!"

"The treasure divides the yin and yang, the innate and nurture, I don't have innate treasure, but I can create my own treasure."

"Who said the acquired magic weapon is worse than innate?"

"Of course, the innate treasure, with the innate art, the innate is higher than the acquired."

"The magic weapon is that we learn from the innate treasures one by one, and at the same time we must surpass the innate treasures."

"My refining tool, that's how I refine it!"

"Boom!"

Eighteen hammers began to beat in the fairy fire, and with each hammer, the prototype changed again and again. The inherent prototype has become ever-changing.

"Shouldn't the seven realms exist? No, the seven realms belong to me!"

"The ancient magic weapon is different from the current one. It turned out to be this!"

"Understood, I finally understand!"

The golden crow rises, and the seven ways are united. At this time, Ou Yezi directly entered the enlightenment, and the flame also turned into a hammer at the same time. Ou Yezi did not choose a magic weapon and continued to practice his own way.

The thirteenth from the left won't let the fairy iron become a magic weapon. If you want to become a magic weapon, you have to choose the owner. This is for the Jin Jiazong, unless you choose the user, you can make a magic weapon.

Huang Quanhuo was rising, and the thirteenth from left did not take it back. Huang Quanhuo was chasing golden crows one by one. In this state, Yinggou finally said, "You also found out?"

"Yellow spring fire blends into the fire of all souls. This flame shows that the drought and the fire also come from the fire of all souls."

"Thousands of cremation turned droughts. The female wives experienced a lot of pain. She is not like you and me. She was born from death. She took the initiative to blend in, and used the flames to blend into the soul of 犼."

"What is she for?"

The thirteen from the left asked in astonishment, a woman who had endured the fire and turned into a drought.

"For victory!"

"victory?"

"In the battle between humans and demons, the human race will be destroyed. Behind us are hundreds of millions of people. If we lose, the human race will be destroyed!"

"You can't lose, even if you die, you can't say it!"

"As a result, won, right?"

"Yes, we have won. Our Human Race has become the spirit of the ten thousand worlds. Anyone who cultivates immortality will take the Human Race as the foundation!"

"Human luck will last forever!"

Yinggou said excitedly, watching the golden crow rise, and Yinggou seemed to have returned to the ancient times.