Fantasy: The First Zombie of The Ages

Inside the city, the sky turned into a ghost.

Clouds of black fog moved towards the bottom. The ordinary people and the strong in the city watched in shock, and the entire city seemed to be shrouded in darkness.

"City Lord, what's going on?"

A white-haired old man stepped on the sword platform and came out from the ground. Thousands of swords were sent out at once, heading towards the netherworld.

Behind the old man is a famous sword cultivator, and these sword cultivators are also from the Shushan lineage.

"Ancestor, I don't know either."

As soon as the city lord finished speaking, he let out a shrill roar. The son beside him punched into the heart of the city lord.

"Young City Lord!"

Everyone exclaimed again, and the white-haired old man came out with a sword.

"boom!"

From the body of the young city lord, a black fog burst out, laughing wildly.

"Wanjian Ancient Sect, the inheritance of Shushan Shenzong?"

"Jianxiu, is it useful?"

"Who are you?"

The ancestor of Wanjian Ancient Sect roared angrily, and again rushed out swords from behind. As a fairyland, he controls a city, and in this city, as long as it is iron, everything floats out.

"what?"

The other black mists slowly descended, and they looked at the ancestor with a little surprise.

"It's useless!"

At this moment, in the darkness, Liu Yifei came down. When Liu Yifei raised his hand, countless iron objects were melting, it was a hot, special hot.

The ancestor roared, even if the iron melted, it instantly turned into a sword.

"kill!"

"The sword of the world!"

The art of sword cultivation is to go forward bravely and kill the world.

Every drop of molten molten iron turned into a sword and blasted into the underworld.

"This guy!"

Clouds of black fog came out, and some of the black fog did not escape, but were hit by iron juice and exploded on the spot.

Old Ancestor's eyes turned blue, and in the city, those sword cultivators also roared.

"Sword formation!"

Just when these people used it, Liu Yifei's eyes turned into a ghost, and he looked at the ancestors like this.

"court death!"

Nether Eye, the resentful pupil of the seven emotions.

The ancestor suddenly stopped moving, and then raised his hand, and all the sword energy rushed out.

"Ancestor!"

The disciples of Wanjian Ancient Sect were immediately wiped out. The soul merged into the underworld, and a dark night cloak appeared behind Liu Yifei.

"kill!"

Resentful, the ancestors slaughtered all around frantically.

"You are not guarding here, is this your hometown?"

"Just let you kill everyone."

"That's what's interesting."

"The seven emotions we control!"

Liu Yifei laughed strangely, and the surrounding You Ming also laughed.

The white-haired ancestor was covered in blood and headed towards the depths of the city.

"Ancestor, I am your disciple, no!"

"Father!"

"boom!"

No one can stop the white-haired ancestor, the iron juice falling from the sky turned a street into iron, and all living beings were sealed by the iron juice. Everyone is fleeing, but the surrounding city gates are all occupied by the Nether.

At this moment, the ground suddenly cracked.

"boom!"

Zuo Shisan snorted and looked at Zhu Xiaoe in doubt. Zhu Xiaoe rubbed her head, and there seemed to be a trace on her bald head.

"How did I know there was iron in this place?"

"Is Yukong bad?"

"Escape and keep a low profile, what do you know?"

Zuo Shisan and Zhu Xiaoe are still quarreling, and it seems boring if they don't quarrel.

Zhu Xiaoe's pupils shrank, and three thousand hairs came out again. She had seen the white-haired ancestor in front of her, who was attacking frantically.

"Wanjian Ancient Sect, Wanzun Sea!"

"He is the elder of Shushan, how did he become like this?"

"What do you think?" Zuo Shisan had already walked towards Wanzunhai.

"Go save people!"

"I stop him!"

Zhu Xiaoe nodded, and the blood sword of Han rose into the sky, turning into a blood-colored rainbow, covering Linbei City.

"someone is coming?"

In the black fog ahead, a blue-haired boy came out and looked at Zhu Xiaoe with a funny look.

"Good sword, good woman!"

"Jia Lan Shenzong!"

"Great!"

This blue-haired boy was just a fairyland, and he actually walked towards Zhu Xiaoe. The black fog came out again, trying to entangle Zhu Xiaoe.

"Boom!"

The blood sword of Han was so fierce that it directly penetrated the black mist and pinned the blue-haired boy to the void.

"How is that possible?" The boy's body shattered, and a black mist rushed out of the sky.

Zuo Shisan was already standing in front of Wanzunhai, surrounded by corpses. In the hall next door, there are many people kneeling on the ground in pain.

"Go, what are you waiting for?"

That is the place of Wanjian Ancient Sect, and those are the blood of Wanjia.

Wan Zunhai came step by step, his body full of resentment.

"die!"

Wan Zunhai has been controlled by Liu Yifei, and he moves towards Zuo Thirteen with a sword.

Zuo Shisan ignored the sword qi, and the stiff qi instantly enveloped him. The sword qi slammed into the stiff qi, and only ripples appeared.

"wide awake!"

A stick fell.

"boom!"

Wan Zunhai retreated, but still in the middle, he rushed out a sword hidden by fish. These ancient swords are extremely sharp, just like hidden weapons, they turned into countless torrents and slammed on Zuo Shisan.

"This old guy!"

"I really hate Jian Xiu!"

The armor of stiffness appeared again, and the wishful stick was thrown out by Zuo Shisan. The wishful stick attacked freely, and Zuo Shisan had already caught Tulong.

"My knife is also sharp."

"bring it on!"

Zuo Shisan rushed out, the sword qi transformed into a mirage, and collided with the sword qi. The front here all collapsed, Tu Long screamed, but Wan Zunhai turned into a sword light with a punch, slamming on Zuo Shisan's body.

Wan Zunhai actually chose to fight Zuo Shisan hand-to-hand.

"Be awake, even if your resentment enters your body, this is your bloodline."

"boom!"

Zuo Shisan also smashed down with a punch. The dragon slaughtering and the immortal sword were fighting in the sky. Around the Wanzunhai, swords shot into the sky and turned into sword formations, bombarding everything.

Zuo Thirteen stood in front of him, and the stagnant gas turned into scorpions and roared out.

Full force.

The fist of Tianya slammed into Wan Zunhai's face.

At the same time, Zuo Thirteen seized the opportunity and plundered the vitality.

He wants to absorb the grievances of Wan Zunhai.

"what!"

Wan Zunhai roared, and the resentment in his body poured into Zuo Shisan frantically.

"You have to die too!"

Wan Zunhai's voice became different, it was not him at all, but Liu Yifei's soul.

"Yes?"

Zuo Shisan looked at Wan Zunhai coldly, and then punched it down again.

Resentment entered the body, Zuo Shisan was a zombie, and there was nothing at all. Absorbing grievances, Wan Zunhai's consciousness finally slowly returned.

"Old man, what's wrong?"

In the next second, looking at the surrounding corpses and seeing Wanjian Guzong become like this, Wan Zunhai realized something.

"Young people, save them!"

After Wan Zunhai finished speaking, he suddenly gritted his teeth, his tongue was all bitten, and he rose into the air.

"You come back!" Zuo Shisan did not stop him.