Fantasy: The First Zombie of The Ages

The hill behind Mingxin Temple has all turned black. Many elders left the customs one after another, looking at them in shock.

Not only that, but above the void, where the Golden Light Array is, dark lines also appeared. These lines shrouded, making everyone in Jin Jiazong feel the crisis.

"What's the problem?"

"That's not where the head of the retreat is?"

"What the **** happened?"

Hua Yinyang walked out, and only the Master of Mingyang Palace was here. Shengxi and Dongfang Zongming did not show up, this kind of thing shocked everyone even more.

"quiet!"

The blood spirit sword talisman came out, covering the sky and the sun, and the sky was full of sword shadows.

A sword came out, cutting away the lines in the golden light. At the same time, the golden wheel behind Hua Yinyang burst out into the depths of the Mingmai Hall.

"Where is the head?"

Hua Yinyang also took a breath, and did not feel Bi Xuzi's breath.

The surrounding elders were shocked again, and Jin Pao Fan Jin walked out.

Above the sky and the earth, the ancestor Dongfang Huo also appeared in his form, staring at the front.

"Leave it all, the head has entered the secret place, waiting for the head to return."

"This time, the Immortal Gate Competition, hosted by Mingmai Hall."

"what?"

Everyone had no choice but to retreat one after another.

Dongfang Huo looked at the place again and couldn't help asking Fan Jindao: "Are you sure, there is still sealed."

"Where is Bi Xuzi?"

"He's okay!"

Fan Jin whispered, the real Fan Jin has entered and rescued Bi Xuzi. It's a pity that Bi Xuzi was hit hard, and Fan Jin's face was also very ugly.

"Nether?"

"no!"

Two icy rays of light stared at the direction of Mingmai Hall.

"Could it be?"

Dongfang Huo also gritted his teeth, although as a member of the Dongfang family, Dongfang Huo did not want to see such things happen to the Dongfang family.

"It seems that some people can't help it!"

"If it's not because of Netherworld!"

Fan Jin exudes a breath, approaching the fairyland. Each Dharmakaya has a different consciousness, which is split from the soul. Fan Jin's Law Bodies are different, but they hide a domineering spirit.

As domineering as Lu Jiuling.

"what are you up to?"

"Wait and see!"

"I want to see, what can he toss about?"

Fan Jin lowered his head, cracks in the ground under his feet. In each hall, different Fan Jin walked out, and Fan Jin began to preach.

"What? Elder Fan started preaching?"

"Mingtang Hall? Mingmai Hall? Mingxin Hall? Mingyang Hall?"

The many disciples of Jin Jiazong were stunned. Before the competition, Elder Fan Jin was going to preach.

One by one the true disciples left, and even many elders sent personal disciples to hear Fan Jin's sermon.

Elder Jin Jiazong, as everyone knows, Fan Jin hides terrible strength.

In the Mingmai Hall, Dongfang Zongming looked at the direction of the ancestor, and he also knew the aura of the Eastern Fire, sweeping the Mingmai Hall.

Even Mingmai Hall, in the ancestral hall behind.

This ancestral hall is the ancestral hall of the Dongfang family. It is dedicated to the strong people of the Dongfang family. Of course, some of them are the heads of Jin Jiazong.

"Master, Elder Fan Jin preached!"

Three teenagers walked in, hunting in gold suits, and the golden wheel was like pouring gold, exuding the strength of the pinnacle of the fairyland.

Dongfang Zongming, a direct disciple, is also a hidden disciple of Mingmai Palace.

"Is he finally unable to hold it anymore?"

"Want to forge cause and effect?"

Others didn't know, Dongfang Zongming knew what kind of fairy skills Fan Jin practiced. This celestial technique must produce cause and effect, then these disciples will have a certain relationship with Fan Jin in the future.

"Go!"

"what?"

The three disciples were taken aback, Dongfang Zongming actually allowed it.

"It's all Jin Jiazong!"

Dongfang Zongming sneered and walked towards the ancestral hall.

The ancestral hall is tens of thousands of miles away, and the deep part of Mingmai Hall is a foreign space. A pagoda stands in the middle of the yellow sand. Every grain of sand contains the power of heaven and earth.

The sand here all represents the power of the golden armor.

The thick sand sea allows the ancestral land of the Dongfang family to condense extremely powerful prestige.

"Ancestor, you are waiting!"

Dongfang Zongming looked at the ancestral hall deeply, did not walk into the ancestral hall, but worshipped in the distance.

"I swore that when I regain control of the Jinjiazong, I will worship you."

"This day, it's not far!"

"Bi Xuzi was seriously injured!"

"Netherlands, there are also problems. But in the face of powerful forces, they will all be wiped out!"

After Dongfang Zongming finished speaking, he slowly squatted down and grabbed a handful of sand.

The heavy sand caused Dongfang Zongming's arms to sink. Dongfang Zongming did not use his cultivation base to resist, but relied on his body.

The gravel fell, and his hands became bloody.

The blood was smeared on his chest, and the blood of the Eastern Patriarch swayed in the yellow sand.

"Boom boom boom!"

Under the yellow sand, there was the sound of heart beating.

Dongfang Zongming's eyes glowed with terrible light, staring fiercely under the yellow sand. In the yellow sand, there is actually a palace. In this dilapidated palace, a heart was entwined with blood and was beating.

The heart is too huge, and strange sounds can be heard in this huge heart.

"Ancestor, can't you wait?"

"Dongfang Huo, betrayed the family!"

"The previous generation of Conferred Gods, if the strong of the Dongfang family did not fall, how could Mingxin Temple take over."

"I am here waiting for you!"

"boom!"

Every time the heart beats, a cloud of blood spreads out. Among the blood mist, the blood of the disciples of the Dongfang family gathered from inside.

Under the palace, there were young disciples lying down.

Some of the disciples of the Eastern Clan are under this yellow sand. These young people, like vegetative people, are plundered of their vitality and provide for their hearts all year round.

This time, the heart beats three thousand times continuously.

As long as it is completed, the strong of the previous generation will return.

Dongfang Zongming looked up at the depths of the Zongmen again, and he himself was buried in the yellow sand.

Every grain of gravel will destroy Dongfang Zongming's body.

Dongfang Zongming's flesh and blood quickly became blurred, but even so, Dongfang Zongming's willpower was too strong, and he was not afraid of these gravels, and his body was recovering.

No one thought that the real power of Dongfang Zongming was the flesh.

The people of Jin Jiazong only knew that Dongfang Zongming possessed powerful golden armour technique. When the Heavenly King Shenzong heard Liuli, he also knew that Dongfang Zongming's fairy soul was powerful, and even another statue, hiding the strong, could see that Dongfang Zongming had entered the fairyland.

Unfortunately, none of them knew that Dongfang Zongming was really powerful, that was the flesh.

In the flesh, a surge of sword energy condensed.

Even the qi of the suzerain condensed in Dongfang Zongming.

The command from the head of Bi Xuzi had been shattered and all merged into Dongfang Zongming's body.

"I must be the head!"

"Who dares not follow, kill!"

The violent gravel burst out instantly. In this ancestral land, the power of Blood Fiend burst forth. Dongfang Zongming has been integrated into the Jin Jiazong's luck.

He is the token, and the token is him!

After his body merged with Qi Luck, the power of the physical body climbed again.

"I am honored!"