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Fan Lang fought this ghost idea.

Now he is playing with a wave.

"The disciples of the Tower of Babel are here, who of you demons dares to be presumptuous!

"Senior brothers, what are you waiting for, why don't you hurry up and come over to help!"

"Senior brother, you are the strongest, and the city lord of Dark Stone City will hand it over to you!"

"The people of Babel Tower want to kill your group of demons, that is to give you face, and they will not be killed, and they will die obediently!"

Fan Lang yelled as he attacked Darkstone City. Mo Mengxue, who was shrunk in the crook of her arm, looked at this performance, with a strange expression on her face, and thought, this guy is having a lot of fun?

The demons in Dark Stone City reacted and began to organize defense and counterattacks, stirring up layers of enchantments, and also sent several flying teams, including many demon powerhouses.

Fan Lang didn't fight with this group of demon powerhouses, and after making a false move, he turned around and rushed towards the group of Babel Tower disciples, one by one, and the one who shouted was kind.

"Bastard, who's your brother, there's no one like you in the Tower of Babel!" shouted a disciple of the Tower of Babel.

Fan Lang didn't give this group of Babel Tower disciples a chance to explain, a dragon roar came out of his mouth, rumbling, and even more thunder, all kinds of sounds were suppressed by him, and even the secret transmission would be dispersed.

Several disciples of the Tower of Babel attacked Fan Lang, and they were flashed by him one by one, and the aftermath of those attacks fell in the Dark Stone City, hitting the demon clan, causing a deeper misunderstanding.

The local demons decided that this group of people were all in a group, and attacked the disciples of the Tower of Babel, causing a scuffle between the two sides, which hit Fan Lang's hands and achieved his goal.

"Bold! dare to trespass into Dark Stone City, do you think that you are disciples of the Tower of Babel and can do whatever you want!"

A loud shout came from the bottom, and the sound even broke through Fan Lang's dragon roar, which was deafening and rumbling.

Then I saw a majestic demon king wearing heavy armor, holding a long halberd with divination, flying up from below, he was born very tall, with four eyes on his face, each eye was different, obviously he had cultivated some kind of demon pupil technique. A chilling demonic power emanated from him, and even Emperor Xuan would tremble.

He's the lord of Darkstone City!

His own territory was attacked, and of course the city lord had to go out in person. With his strength, even Emperor Xuan is not an opponent.

The city lord swept his eyes coldly, his eyes fell on several disciples of the Tower of Babel, and with a flick of the halberd in his hand, he launched a violent attack, turning into purple thunder and lightning, and roaring away.

The two Xuan Emperors joined forces, and only then did they block this blow, and they both suffered internal injuries and were shocked, this kind of strength is too terrifying.

Originally, their target was only Fan Lang, and they didn't intend to provoke those powerful demons, but now they were in danger and were besieged by the demons. Looking around, Fan Lang was gone, and he didn't know where he had gone, which made them angry.

"Where is Fan Lang?"

"This kid slipped away!"

"Let's go, too!

Several disciples of the Tower of Babel were discouraged and had no intention of fighting again, and began to retreat upward. The demon city lord did not let them go, and led many demons to chase and kill them, and the momentum was fierce and unrelenting.

Destroyed so many houses and killed so many demons, how could you easily let them go?

What Fan Lang did before was all counted on the disciples of the Tower of Babel.

Before, it was the disciples of the Tower of Babel who chased and killed Fan Lang, but now it has been completely reversed, and it has been replaced by them being chased and killed by the demons, and the fight is called a fierce one.

As for Fan Lang himself, he had already used cards such as Terrain Kun and Yiye Barrier to sneak away, and sneaked into the depths of the land with Demon Mengxue.

After escaping far all the way, Fan Lang stopped and opened up an underground space where he could rest and heal.

The battle just now was quite dangerous, if it weren't for Fan Lang's hanging, his strength was extraordinary, and he would have confessed a long time ago.

Four Xuan Emperors, five Xuan Emperors, joined forces to besiege, how strong the combined combat power is!

It was already a miracle that Fan Lang was able to kill three people and retreat.

The later plan also succeeded, causing a dispute between the disciples of the Tower of Babel and Dark Stone City, and causing great trouble to the disciples of the Tower of Babel.

Coupled with the various gains brought by the battle and killing, this battle can be called a big victory!

It's a pity that he couldn't kill all the enemies, and let King Pingdong slip away.

Fan Lang was healing and thinking.

The immediate priority is to catch up with King Pingdong, and this priority is higher than dealing with the disciples of the Tower of Babel.

First, King Pingdong was wounded and left, and there was a possibility that he would be killed, and if he died, it would disrupt the plan.

Second, there is a limit to the tracking mark, and it will disappear after a certain amount of time and distance.

If you can't find King Pingdong as soon as possible, it will be difficult to find him again.

Thinking of this, Fan Lang took a pill of healing pills, and accelerated the compassionate lamp exercises, burning all the vitality in his body, and treating the wounds as soon as possible.

Mo Mengxue looked at Fan Lang and lowered her eyebrows: "I'm too weak, I can't help you when fighting, I can only hold back." If it weren't for me, you'd be more relaxed. ”

"Don't blame yourself, your strength is not fighting, your natural ability is your strength. Of course, your beauty is also a plus, and you never get tired of looking at it, and it makes people feel excited every time you look at it. Fan Lang smiled slightly, stretched out his hand and scraped Mo Mengxue's face, it felt smooth and tender, as if he had scraped from the egg white.

This conversation once again aroused Fan Lang's idea of differentiation subsystem, if he can split the subsystem and inject it into others, he can quickly cultivate a powerful helper.

For example, Hou Guangzu, Mo Mengxue, etc., are all objects that can be trusted.

Fan Lang secretly made up his mind to overcome this problem no matter what!

After a long time, Fan Lang's injuries were healed, and he couldn't delay any longer, he took the Demon Mengxue, used the cards to judge the location of King Pingdong, and tracked the past.

The two sides are far apart, and the tracking coordinates appear and disappear from time to time.

Fan Lang hurried at full speed, returned to the center of the Ancient Demon Pool, looked around, and saw no trace of the group of Babel Tower disciples, then let go of the speed and charged upward, rushed out of the Ancient Demon Pool in one go, came outside, and saw the light of day again.

After King Pingdong was wounded, he had already left the Ancient Demon Pool.

Fan Lang tracked the past, and the induction of coordinates became stronger and stronger, and the distance between the two sides quickly shortened. He spread his sword qi wings, roared through the air, and chased him to a wooded area, where King Pingdong's coordinate sensing was located. He slowed down, went into the woods, approached the coordinates.

Sou!

King Pingdong suddenly rushed out and tried to escape, but was stopped by Fan Lang, and the two sides met again.

This time, Fan Lang said that he couldn't let King Pingdong slip away.

"Lend your body for use!"

Fan Lang stretched out his Heavenly Evil Cage Hand and slapped it on King Pingdong's chest with one palm, releasing the effect of enslavement, and purple light flashed out and injected into King Pingdong's body.

Said the steam egg

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