The matter of King Pingdong's enchantment is a long story and difficult to explain. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

In short, he has now become a nine-star demon clan, and he just meets the conditions for the enslavement of the Heavenly Evil Cage Hand, so he can enslave him.

By the time Fan Lang brought King Pingdong back to Haizhou, King Pingdong had become his slave and completely obeyed his orders. In this way, it means that the entire Haizhou has become his bag.

It's exciting just thinking about it!

Enslave the king of Pingdong, master Haizhou, and then use the power of several states to deal with the Jinyang War Lion, and turn this Jinyang War Lion into a demon pet.

This is the prototype of the plan in Fan Lang's mind, once the plan is successful, it will not be difficult to dominate the Seven Heroes in the future.

Now the whole plan is slowly moving forward, and the situation is still under his control.

Fan Lang took a deep breath, collected his heart, and turned his head to look at the Blood Killing Pavilion Master who was hiding in the distance. After the battle just now, the hat on his head has long been gone, and the card effect of the Mosai Mask has been lifted, revealing his true face.

The Blood Killing Pavilion Lord was shocked, he really didn't expect that the strong man wearing a hat was Fan Lang, and he didn't expect that after three months, Fan Lang's strength had increased to this level, which was really a little scary.

"Blood Killing Pavilion Master, now we have time to catch up. Fan Lang smiled and hooked his hand.

"I didn't expect it to be you. The Blood Killing Pavilion Master was injured and walked towards Fan Lang.

"Wasn't it a surprise?"

"Surprise is there, but joy is not necessarily. ”

"Reunion after a long absence, of course there is joy, you are happy, I am also happy. ”

“......”

Fan Lang talked and laughed as if the battle just now had not happened at all. He sat directly on the ground, and the Blood Killing Pavilion Lord sat opposite him, and the two of them chatted together.

"Why did you suddenly decide to disband the Blood Killing Pavilion?" Fan Lang asked.

"I, the killer, killed my sister's beloved with my own hands, so I couldn't reunite with my sister, so I was angry with the Blood Killing Pavilion, but I want to open it now. The Blood Killing Pavilion Lord said lightly.

"What do you want to drive?"

"This is my life, there is no need to force it. Since you can't recognize your sister, you can't recognize each other at all. Those who disturb my heart are troubled today. Forget about this annoyance and continue to be my killer, why not. I was destined to be a loner, not qualified to have family affection. All I could have was cold weapons. ”

"Good enlightenment. ”

"It's also a helpless move. ”

"It looks like you mean it, it seems that you want to recapture the Blood Killing Pavilion and continue to be the killer boss. ”

"Yes. ”

"How about we work together? I've formed a faction called the Nebula Alliance. I'll help you recapture the Bloodslaughter Pavilion, and I'll also support you vigorously. In return, you and the Blood Killing Pavilion will be subordinate forces of the Nebula Alliance, obey the dispatch of the Nebula Alliance, and only take over the business of the Nebula Alliance in the future. ”

Fan Lang spoke out.

"Yes, I am willing to take the Blood Killing Pavilion to work for you, as long as I keep the name of the Blood Killing Pavilion and my position as the Pavilion Master. The Blood Killing Pavilion Lord almost didn't hesitate, and agreed in one bite.

"You promised so much?" Fan Lang was surprised.

"I have seen your current strength, and I know how fast you are improving, it is a very wise decision to play for you, there is nothing to hesitate. ”

"That's right. ”

Fan Lang likes this pleasure.

In addition to being happy, he became a local tyrant again, and with a wave of his hand, he gave the Blood Killing Pavilion Master a few gifts, all of which were good things of seven or eight stars, which helped the Blood Killing Pavilion Master a lot.

As long as he sincerely works for him, he will never treat his subordinates badly, anyway, his system warehouse and storage cards are full of huge loot, and he doesn't have to worry about having nothing to reward his subordinates.

In this way, the Lord of the Blood Killing Pavilion took the Blood Killing Pavilion to submit to Fan Lang, of course, the premise is that the Blood Killing Pavilion can be snatched back, and it is not difficult for Fan Lang to go out in person.

After the negotiation, Fan Lang stood up and said in high spirits: "Let's go, go and help you recapture the Blood Killing Pavilion, the throne there will always be yours!"

......

In the territory of Wanzhou, where the Blood Killing Pavilion is located.

This is a high-rise building, called the Blood Killing Pavilion, which has tens of thousands of killers up and down, as well as tens of thousands of subordinates.

The Blood Killing Pavilion rarely takes orders, it is not open for three years, it is open for three years, and it is dedicated to killing those who are more difficult to kill. On weekdays, all the killers are working hard to cultivate and prepare for the assassination of their targets.

One minute on stage, ten years off stage.

The same goes for killers.

In one of the highest rooms of the Blood Killing Pavilion.

A middle-aged man sat cross-legged on the chair that belonged to the Lord of the Blood Killing Pavilion in the past, wearing a red robe, and his posture was quite domineering.

He had just obtained the Blood Killing Pavilion not long ago, and he was the new master here, possessing the realm of the Xuan King.

Originally, he had a cooperative relationship with the Blood Killing Pavilion, and he killed two people for the Blood Killing Pavilion and earned some commissions.

Knowing that the Lord of the Blood Killing Pavilion made a stupid thing to abdicate, he had an idea, came here, and took over the Blood Killing Pavilion with his hands.

In order to hunt down Shan Ling, he sent thousands of killers, and until now there has been no news of the success of the pursuit, and Shan Ling is likely to be alive.

"If you really let him escape, it will be a big trouble in the future, do you want me to hunt him down and kill him personally?"

"He's just a Xuanzun, thousands of killers sent out, they should be able to kill him. ”

The middle-aged man was calculating and thinking wildly.

Suddenly, the sky changed, the wind and clouds suddenly rose, and the clouds were flushed with blood red, and the entire Blood Killing Pavilion was affected, and it trembled violently.

"This is a phenomenon against the sky! King Xuan is coming!"

The middle-aged man was startled, hurriedly stood up, shouted his men to go down to investigate the situation, and then walked to the window and followed the source of the fluctuation to watch.

In the distance, I saw a vortex of energy rising into the air, urging the blood cloud in mid-air, causing it to grow rapidly. At the source of the whirlpool were two figures, one carrying a sword with wings on his back, and the other wearing black clothes and holding a scythe.

"The person with the sickle is Shan Ling! he has broken through to the realm of King Xuan!"

"Who's the other person? ”

"Could it be that he is Fan Lang? Look at his face is very similar to Fan Lang in the portrait. ”

The middle-aged man was taken aback and opened his eyes.

Confirming that Shan Ling had stepped into the realm of King Xuan had already surprised him, and after seeing Fan Lang, his surprise doubled.

Fan Lang is a recent rising figure, almost leveled the Ten Thousand Demon Caves, not long ago defeated Xuanjun Tailian Mountain, stepped on his face in public, and was also named the supervision of the imperial history, holding great power, responsible for supervising everything in Wanzhou, and the officials and soldiers everywhere should be in awe.

These are all over the place, and they have already spread.

Before seeing the person, first hearing the legend, not seeing his face, first looking at the portrait.

The middle-aged man doesn't know much about Fan Lang.

What does it mean that a big man like Fan Lang walks side by side with Shan Ling?

The middle-aged man chuckled in his heart when he thought of this.

In the distance, I heard Shan Ling say loudly: "I'm back!"

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