Fantasy: The First Zombie of The Ages

The thirteenth from the left stepped on the dragon corpse and saw that the Demon Qianji Dao was also in the tribe. The pupil of the word soldier has been excited, but there is no hidden person in the ground.

"Wujue, this guy!"

The thirteenth left indifferently swept around, and of course he saw Mo Xi.

"angel?"

Zuo Thirteen's eyes lit up for the first time when he saw the feather spirit race alive.

"Wait!"

Just when these Yulings were dissatisfied with Corpse Daozong and others, Mo Xi also saw the thirteenth from the left.

The eyes of the two were intertwined, and Mo Xi couldn't help but feel a warm current. In this warm current, Mo Xi slowly moved towards the thirteenth left.

"Left thirteenth, you better get out of here!"

"Huh, Miss, what are you doing?"

Wu Jue was still speaking out, hoping to get rid of Zuo Thirteen, only to see Mo Xi walking in the direction of the Corpse Dao Sect "with affection".

"Sister Mo Xi?"

Zhou Jiang also felt wrong, how did Mo Xi meet the Corpse Dao Sect.

"Excuse me, this brother, what is it called?"

The white wings had been collected, and Mo Xi lowered her head shyly. The warm current was getting hotter and hotter. Mo Xi didn't know why, but Mo Xi really wanted to stand beside Zuo Thirteen.

"Brother? Call me?"

Fang Yan was still riding a dragon corpse, with joy on his black face, and finally a beautiful woman knew him.

"not him!"

The people of the Yuling tribe all possess divinity and are very reckless. In front of so many people, Mo Xi looked up at the thirteenth left.

"what?"

Fang Yan was embarrassed, no one thought that the eldest lady Mo Xi would actually want to know Zuo Thirteen.

Lan Xuegong was also stunned, feeling troublesome just now, after all, Mo Xi's identity was there. These Yuling tribe people really want to drive them away, and they have become a joke of the Eight Great Sects.

Zhou Jiang and others will surely spread such scandals everywhere in Wuji.

Good now, Mo Xi seems to be interested in this weird guy.

"I?"

Left Thirteen was also stunned, thinking of the angel in his head, only to see Mo Xi coming over.

The sun is swaying, the mountain breeze is blowing, the spiritual energy is transformed, one after another rainbow bridge.

The spirit of the gods once again shrouded this world.

"Brother, please enter the tribe!"

Mo Xi was really too shy. Standing in front of the thirteenth from the left, she was attracted by the thirteenth from the left. It was the attraction from the blood.

"This...isn't it?"

The thirteenth from the left said it was not good, but he had already walked towards the tribe. One person took the lead. The person leading the Corpse Dao Sect appeared in the tribe.

"why?"

Zhou Jiang's face became more gloomy, and Mo Xi was what Zhou Jiang wanted. Now that Mo Xi had a trace of the trash on the left thirteenth, Zhou Jiang felt that his forehead was green.

"Miss, they are Corpse Dao Sect, he is trash 13th from the left!"

Wu Jue was also very angry, so why did he welcome the thirteenth from the left.

"Left thirteen? Brother, good name!"

"Puff!"

Mo Xi, the eldest lady of the Yuling clan, is simply a nympho, and the name 13 from the left is all good.

Fang Yan's eyes worshipped, and he looked at the boss with admiration, and the boss shook his power and subdued the young lady of the Yuling clan. In these two moments, he is definitely a strong man.

"This brat!" Gui Shengge was also depressed.

The Blue Snow Palace had returned to indifference, and now he still wanted to ask the Corpse Xiaozong something, especially to enter the Yuling City, the best way is to enter the spirit boat from the tribe.

"Brother Zuo, how long have you been practicing?"

Mo Xi's eyes were full of stars, and his eyes were a little confused. The divine power in his body seemed to be getting hot, which made Mo Xi's pretty face flushed.

"Miss Mo, what happened to your Yuling Clan?"

The thirteenth from the left felt some jealous, envy, and hateful gazes around him, and he still asked what happened to the Yuling Clan.

Mo Xi led everyone into the tribe, and at this time those crazy clansmen were rescued by Long Zhan. Corpse Dao Sect, there is still a way for these crazy corpses.

"Brother Zuo, please save the Yu Spirit Race"

Mo Xi finally recovered, her eyes were reddish, and she looked at left thirteen for help.

"It's him?" She closed her eyes all anger.

Left Thirteen rolled his eyes and felt the chaos within the Yuling Clan, especially deep underground, there was still some corpse blood. At a later stage, this tribe will also be slaughtered.

"This is the last tribe. Half of the members of the Yuling tribe have fallen. The rest are gathered in Yuling City."

"Elder, father, are contacting other spirit races, but everyone has no news!"

Mo Xi had already told everyone what happened here.

"What? Millions of feather spirit races, are all gone?"

The thirteenth left gaze sank, which was more fearful than seeing Wanfenshan. Those were all living beings, and they were slaughtered by the people of the Corpse Xiaozong.

At this time Zhou Jiang finally walked out, looking at Mo Xi deeply, his brows blooming. A magic palace emerged behind Zhou Jiang, at this time Zhou Jiang was domineering and mysterious.

The prestige of Lingzun burst out from above the tribe.

"With our Demon Qianji Dao, no one can move the Feather Spirit Race!"

"Junior sister, this time is the disaster brought by the people of the Corpse Xiaozong, I will definitely protect you!"

Zhou Jiang was too domineering, especially this supernatural power spreading towards the surroundings. The magic power makes the space distorted, and the distorted place turns into the magic domain, the magic palace roars in the sky, and this place has been completely transformed into a magic land.

"Senior Brother Zhou, my generation, thank you Senior Brother Mo Qianji Dao!"

Mo Xi looked at Zhou Jiang excitedly, but immediately, he looked sideways at Zuo Thirteen again.

"Brother Zuo, will you protect me too?"

The thirteenth from the left could see Zhou Jiang's temple beating. What is going on with this Mo Xi, the eldest lady of the Yuling tribe, is she such an idiot?

"The Corpse Dao Sect will also solve this matter!"

Before the 13th left to answer, Lan Xuegong made a decisive decision, the sword soul came out, and immediately swept away the spirit power that was about to erupt in Zhou Jiang.

Lan Xuegong just accidentally didn't want Zhou Jiang to move the thirteenth from the left. No matter how the thirteenth from the left, he was also a disciple of the Corpse Dao Sect.

But in the eyes of other people, such a proud girl as Lan Xuegong is actually like Mo Xi. Could it be that Lan Xuegong is also related to this thirteenth from left.

Two women fight for one man?

Gui Shengge was jealous, Zhou Jiang was depressed, and Wu Jue really wanted to kill Zuo XIII.

Long Zhan looked up at the sky, Shura Mountain and Hell Road Mountain, still don't join together.

Wu Yuan also bowed his head, the ants on the ground seemed to be really beautiful.

Fang Yan looked at the boss excitedly. The boss was a role model. Although his realm was lower, his charm was invincible. Fang Yan was impressed by the charm of the boss.

"Senior Sister?"

The thirteenth from the left also laughed bitterly. Others didn't know, but the thirteenth from the left felt that the Blue Snow Palace was an iceberg, just to block the mighty power of Zhoujiang.

"How long will it take to reach Yuling City?" Lan Xuegong looked at Mo Xi coldly.

Mo Xi blinked and did not answer Lan Xuegong, instinctively rejecting this stunning senior sister.

"Brother Zuo, how fast do you want to?"

The thirteenth left has already begun to cover his head!

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