Fantasy: The First Zombie of The Ages

Thunder sea, the existence of Zixiao Tianlei.

Thunder is divided into thunder, light thunder, **** thunder, holy thunder, and sky thunder.

Zhuren is the body of thunder, especially in the Palace of Lei Xi Heavenly King. There is a small section of thunder wood inside, which is the origin of thunder.

The thirteenth from the left stayed here and was struck by thunder for special training.

The thirteenth from the left had also seen Divine Thunder before, but did not bear the Divine Thunder.

Now here, actually resisting thunder.

Zixiao Tianlei, such an existence, could not harm the thirteenth left. However, Zixiao Tianlei has allowed such sages as Zhu Ren to be promoted.

In the sea of ​​thunder, the thirteenth from the left lay quietly, and the thirteenth from the left felt the skin tighten, and the thunder's force destroyed the flesh. But before it was destroyed, the **** pattern on the back of the left thirteenth turned into the power of mountains and seas, protecting the thirteenth left.

Not only the **** pattern, the skin of the zombie, the flesh and blood of the zombie, and the sky thunder can not be destroyed.

As long as the sky thunder enters, the flesh and blood will recover again.

From the divine thunder, the holy thunder, the sky thunder, repeatedly tempered, the thirteenth left is now absolutely "rough and thick."

"I don't know, how strong is Heavenly Tribulation? I can withstand the sky thunder. There shouldn't be a problem, right?"

Lei Hai slowly disappeared, and the left thirteen walked out of Lei Hai naked.

His body is as majestic as a knife, and every muscle reflects the light of thunder.

"Fuck!"

The thirteen from the left was dumbfounded as soon as he came out, opposite Lan Wushuang and Zi Yan.

"Why are you here?"

Lan Wushuang was absolutely sorrowful, even looking at Zuo Thirteen's body with crystals on the corners of his lips, very greedy.

Zi Yan already covered his face, but the gap between his fingers was so big.

The thirteen from the left turned into lightning, which was the sudden change of the Xing Zi Jue in the thunder.

"Angel, we are going to the imperial city, the holy mountain is about to open!"

"Is it so fast?"

"Angel, how many days have it been?"

"You and Zhu Ren, are you having a good time? We will start tomorrow, are you?" Lan Wushuang couldn't control it, and the original force made Lan Wushuang pounce towards the thirteenth left.

"Master sister, calm down!"

"Lan Wushuang, don't do this, I haven't put on any clothes yet?"

"What clothes are you wearing, just right, angel, don't you run!"

Lan Wushuang soared into the air and chased after the thirteenth from the left. The thirteen from the left moved towards the Temple of Heaven, but halfway through, he turned around, grabbed Lan Wushuang, and disappeared into the air.

"Master sister, a bit like a resentful woman."

Chu Ren couldn't laugh or cry, the angel was so charming.

"Senior Brother Juan Ren, let's prepare. The temple sends an angel group, and we all have to guard it!"

"I also want to participate in the Imperial City, the King of Heavens Tournament!"

"Ziyan, you want the King of the Sun? Great!"

Zhu Ren looked at Ziyan and nodded. Ziyan should be the king of heaven. This is Ziyan's cultivation base, and it is a bit worse.

"I will work hard!"

Zi Yan nodded firmly, she was indeed bad, and she had just been promoted to the Spirit King realm.

To become a heavenly king, you must be in the spirit king state, and Lan Wushuang and others all came from the top spirit king.

In the early morning of the next day, a team walked out of the temple. The team headed towards the Eastern Plain and passed through the Pillar of Holy Fire. Whenever they faced this team, they all bowed down.

The team has a flag, which is the multicolored flag of the temple, which symbolizes the temple.

Now the glory of the temple is even more dazzling. In the first battle in the temple, the heroic spirits are immortal, and all the barbarians are looking up and thanking the temple.

The barbarian people face the Pillar of Holy Fire on a pilgrimage every day in this wild land.

And now, when the angels are on tour, many people are waiting on the road. Even every tribe offered the best holy relics and wanted to dedicate the thirteenth from the left.

"Is this bad?"

The thirteenth from left sits on a colorful chariot, dressed in white, standing high above the sky, looking down on the world.

Among the tribe on the opposite side, among the offerings, there are actually three Indian women who are as beautiful as gods and wear white gauze, looking weakly and sneakingly at the colorful chariot.

"They are very religious!"

"You can choose!"

Ziyan was standing next to him. Now Ziyan has become the guardian of the thirteenth from the left. This team, except for the king, is Ziyan.

Lan Wushuang was also there, but in the past few days, Lan Wushuang seemed to have problems with his legs and feet.

"Accept them all!"

The thirteen on the left is not at all polite, and the cheek is really thick. But immediately I regretted it at the thirteenth left. From the temple, there were only a hundred people. But after a day of walking, there are already a thousand people in the team.

Every time someone walked through a passage, someone offered a holy relic, and the barbarians were too affordable. Especially the Indian women, standing next to the colorful saint car, which dazzled the left thirteen.

"Mainly this speed is too slow, and you can't walk much this day?"

"At this rate, when can we get to the imperial city?"

"Almost, one year!"

"This can't work!"

The thirteenth from the left did not have the time to solve the problem of the holy mountain, and the thirteenth from the left had already decided to return to Da Zhou.

"No, you didn't say, I think you are very cool!"

Zi Yan pouted, men had no good things, and he couldn't say no after accepting so many women.

"That's not the case, let the team quickly accelerate, isn't there a teleportation array?"

"Yes, everyone wants to see you as an angel!"

"What do you look at? What's so good about me."

"Hurry up and send it to the imperial city as soon as possible!"

Compared to returning to the Great Zhou Dynasty, the thirteenth left did not want to waste time here. Zi Yan smiled secretly, deliberately tricking it.

Among the team, Zhuren, Chen Dongren, and the other heavenly kings all smiled.

"Ziyan, you want the king? What kind of king?"

"This time the fight is for Yingzhao and Shennong Tianwang, both of which are from the royal family!"

"Someone, you know!"

Zi Yan is also nervous. She wants to be the king of heaven and protect the thirteenth from left.

"understanding?"

The thirteenth from the left was taken aback, he had already entered the teleportation formation, entered the imperial city, and solved everything.

"Holy Mountain, what the **** is there?"

"I don't know. You have to ask Grand Sister. Only Grand Sister has been here."

"Wushuang, talk about the holy mountain!"

The thirteen from the left beckoned towards Lan Wushuang. Lan Wushuang's legs were soft, and she glared at the thirteen, and said softly: "Holy mountain, that is the ancestral land of the royal family and the holy land of our barbarians."

"The temple represents glory, but the place where the barbarians originated is just over there."

"That piece of heaven and earth has infinite possibilities!"

"Endless possibilities?"

Just as the thirteenth team from the left was marching towards the imperial city, within the imperial city, where the Grand Marshal was, there was a well in front of Ye Luguang without any well water.

Ye Luguang stood on the well, as if seeing a world.

"The soul of the ancestors, bless me, and get the things left by the soul of the ancestors, I will be able to become a half emperor!"

"Haha, in this life, no one can stop me!"

"My Grand Marshal is the real master!"

"Thirteenth from the left, you are not the Son of Destiny at all, but even if you come, it's useless!"

"To open the holy mountain, you need your temple!"

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