Fantasy: The First Zombie of The Ages

The feather hall in the city is like wings. The thirteenth and others from the left are placed in the most luxurious hall of feathers. From here, you can overlook the entire Yuling City.

Left 13 rested here for three days. Every day, Mo Xi came here, telling Zuo 13 the secrets of the Yuling tribe.

The patriarch Mo Qian and others, a total of 3,000 people, stepped into the realm of the spirit.

Mo Qian is even more of a half-step spirit sect. As long as you spend time with Mo Qian, the spirit sect will appear in the Yuling clan. This is how important it is to the Yu Spirit Race.

The Yu Ling Clan has been around for thousands of years, and no spiritual master has appeared.

"The Corpse Xiaozong must die this time!"

Mo Qian had confidence, and at this moment, the sound of feather wings shaking suddenly came from outside Yuling City.

"Found it, found the Corpse Xiaozong!"

A blood man fell from the air and fell directly into the Yuling city wall.

"Elder Shen!"

These Yulingzu people immediately became alert, and quickly led this person into the hall.

The people of Corpse Dao Sect and Mo Qianji Dao were also in the hall.

Zuo Shisan and Mo Xi also rushed over, but Zuo Shisan had just appeared in the main hall when he saw Lan Xuegong actively beckoning and pointed to the location next to her.

"what?"

Zhou Jiang and the others were watching, looking at the little white face of Zuo Thirteen, "behaved" and came to the side of Lan Xue Palace.

There was Lan Xuegong on the left and Mo Xi on the right, which made Zhou Jiang, Gui Shengge and the others unbearable.

"The patriarch, they are in the Xiyun tribe, in the Qingqiu Dao. People from the Corpse Xiaozong, want to stir the tide of corpses!"

"Several people?"

"Two people, they are two people, both are spirits!"

When the elder uttered these words, his throat suddenly vibrated, and a transparent wave bulged.

"not good!"

Sengu just waved his hand, this is the corpse gu, this elder should have died long ago.

"boom!"

The mist of blood in the sky turned into drops of black blood in Sengu's hands. If it weren't for Sengu's hands, as long as it was contaminated with these blood, it would produce corpses and corrode the flesh.

"Damn them!"

Mo Qian was really angry. He saw the tragic death of his people here, especially those of the Corpse Xiaozong, who wanted to provoke a tide of corpses. Those are the corpses of the Yuling Race.

People die, these people from the Corpse Xiaozong are too despicable.

"They want to target Yuling City? But this is a city in the sky, isn't it possible?"

Demon Qianji Dao Fengke also walked out, and the methods of these people in the Corpse Xiaozong were the same as those of the Corpse Dao Sect. These people cursed the Corpse Xiaozong, but they were actually quite cursing the Corpse Dao Sect.

"Qingqiu Dao, they gathered all the things of the tribe in the Xiyun tribe!"

"Raise soldiers!"

Mo Qian didn't talk nonsense at all. At this time, he definitely couldn't let the corpse tide erupt. Even if Yuling City is a city in the sky, but such a tide of corpses erupts, this land of the gods will be in chaos, and life will be destroyed.

Following Mo Qian's order, Yu Lingzu now had confidence in his heart. There are more than 3,000 elders of Lingzun, these are comparable to top sects, although they have just been promoted, the power of blood has not been fully stimulated.

In the city, feather spirit tribes rose to the sky, three thousand elders, leading an army of thirty thousand.

The divine power that emerged from these feather spirit tribes turned the sky of the feather spirit tribe into gold.

"Elder Teng, Elder Sen, this time, let's do it directly!"

Knowing the whereabouts of the Corpse Xiaozong, Mo Qian was ready to make an all-out move. There are two elders of the Corpse Dao Sect and the Demon Qianji Dao, plus so many people, even if the corpse tide erupts.

"can!"

Sengu looked back at Lan Xuegong and the others. These disciples still stayed in Yuling City, just in case.

"Patriarch Mo, the old man thinks that the people of the Corpse Dao Sect should stay here. The province will make people misunderstand!"

Teng Sha laughed disdainfully, the people of Demon Qianji Dao also looked at these people like Corpse Dao Sect with a grinning smile.

"Huh, Tengsha, you better not go!"

"The old man alone can solve the corpse tide!"

Sengu also returned to his indifference. The Corpse Xiaozong's matter must be resolved as soon as possible. There was no God Bone Cup, and Sengu didn't want to stay in the Yuling Clan.

Mo Qian shook his head, Mo Qianji Dao and Corpse Dao Sect were like this, which Mo Qian wanted to see.

"Father, be careful!"

Mo Xi also looked at Mo Qian anxiously, what left thirteenth wanted to say, but did not say a word.

The army rose in the air, its wings vibrated, and the ripples in the air formed the shape of dragon scales. If the feather tribes are all there, perhaps the feather tribes have more troops.

The more pure blood is, the power of this awakening will be more powerful.

The elders were wearing divine armor one by one, their wings soaring up into the sky, and headed towards Qingqiu Dao, rushing away.

Everyone was standing on the head of the city, and now there were only disciples of the Corpse Dao Sect and the Mo Qianji Dao in Yuling City.

"Don't worry, the elder left us just in case!"

"Thirty years ago, the people of the Corpse Xiaozong were killed by the sect. Even if that person is very powerful, it is impossible to train someone who exceeds the elder in 30 years."

Lan Xuegong's attitude towards Zuo Thirteen is very good now, perhaps because she thinks Zuo Thirteen is the same person as her.

With memories of past lives, Lan Xuegong has always been aloof and independent.

After all, this era is not the time when the Blue Snow Palace is located. No one can experience this loneliness. But when Lan Xuegong knew that the thirteenth from left was the same person as her, the frozen heart of Lan Xuegong finally loosened.

"That's right, Senior Sister Lan, you don't need to explain too much to her, he is a holy envoy, and Yu Lingzu will protect him."

Gui Shengge can't bear it anymore. Over the past few days, I have been jealous.

The thirteenth from the left did not pay attention to Gui Shengge, his eyes still looked far away. The thirteenth left has always wondered about one thing, the spiritual master has psychics, why not see the future of this battle.

If you know the future, can you still die so many tribesmen?

In fact, Zuo Thirteen was over-minded, not because the priest didn't want it, but couldn't. The priest is dead, but the obsession is on top of the bones, and the priest cannot face his tribe.

Only by means of psychic techniques, communicate with Mo Qian and others.

As long as you see Yuling people, you will suffer backlash. The art of psychic is a taboo art. This time, the priest used all his power to see the thirteenth from the left.

"Brother Zuo, my father will definitely win, and will avenge the people!"

The thirteen from the left was about to nod, and at this moment, a strange sound of Yin and Yang came from the direction of Mo Qianji Dao.

"Thirteenth from the left, you are all a holy emissary, so your strength should be pretty good."

"There is nothing to do when you are idle, let's compare. Let's see if your corpse Taoist sect is powerful, or our magical dominance!"

Wu Jue walked out and looked at Zuo Thirteen provocatively.

"Competition?"

The people of the Yuling Clan were listening, they all knew the Corpse Dao Sect and the Demon Qianji Dao, but they had never seen them do it. These people are also curious about who is good.

"Compare you with the boss?"

Fang Yan was happy, looking at Wu Jue, Wu Jue, the Half-Step Spirit Venerable, actually wants to challenge the thirteenth from the left?

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