Ling Xiao had just been escorted to the magnificent but cold and majestic gate of Zhaixing Tower. Before he could recover, a rapid and heavy footsteps quickly approached from a distance.

Immediately afterwards, a sharp and murderous voice was like a sharp blade, cutting through the originally slightly depressing silence in front of the Zhaixing Tower.

"I won't do that guy, otherwise I'll wash away the Star Picking Tower today!" Jiang Yuyan was wearing black clothes, like a ghost in the dark night, and walked quickly.

Her usual agile eyes were now filled with burning anger, and her eyes were like a knife, shooting straight into the Zhaixing Tower. The eyes seemed as if as long as the other party refused to obey, she would razor the majestic building in front of her to the ground without hesitation.

From the moment she learned that it was Zhaixing Tower that destroyed the Magic Tower overnight and thunderous means, the seeds of hatred took root in her heart. Every day and night after that, the thought of revenge was like a tide, and it kept surging in her heart.

However, for the sake of Chongtian and Ling Xiao, she endured the impulse in her heart again and again, temporarily suppressing this hatred in the deepest part of her heart.

But now, watching Ling Xiao be forcibly arrested by Zhaixing Tower on false charges, the string that had been tense for a long time finally broke with a "bang".

Behind Jiang Yuyan, the experts of the Money Gang were all cold-looking and exuded a bitter aura. They were dressed in uniform clothes and arranged neatly, like an indestructible city wall.

Xiao Lianzhu has a graceful figure, but a sense of perseverance in her eyes; Meng Haoqing is tall and powerful, holding his sharp sword in his hand, and the blade is shining with a cold light; Zhang Ruochen is wearing white clothes, with a calm expression, but a faint aura that cannot be underestimated; the Saint of Heavenly Soul is standing quietly aside, and her mysterious aura seems to be able to see through everything in the world.

Chongtian did not appear here. At this moment, he was in a secret place with the people of the Batian Empire, protecting Ling Bi wholeheartedly. Ling Bi was facing the major difficulties of the Star Calamity, which was related to her life and death. Chongtian did not dare to slack off at all.

Xiao Yihang stood on the steps of Zhaixing Tower, looking coldly at Jiang Yuyan and his group who were coming from below like a surging tide.

His eyes were full of surprise and disdain, and he cursed in his heart: "Is this really a lunatic woman? Where is Zhaixing Tower? How could she be wild at will? It was a bit beyond my expectations to dare to kill him directly." But no matter how surprised he was, as a member of Zhaixing Tower, he would not retreat easily.

"I'll stop these people, Chen Mo, you can bring someone to give that boy Ling Xiao to the poster." Xiao Yihang gritted his teeth, and in desperation, he could only order. In his opinion, Ling Xiao must not be handed over. Since that's the case, there is only one battle.

"Yes!" Chen Mo responded immediately, his voice firm and powerful. He quickly pointed at the two subordinates beside him and said in a deep voice: "You two, take this kid to meet the owner with me." After that, the three of them escorted Ling Xiao like wolves and tigers, turned around and walked quickly towards the core and most mysterious place of Zhaixing Tower.

Ling Xiao was escorted by the three of them and walked in the winding and deep and quiet corridor of Zhaixing Tower. The candlelight swaying on the walls pulled everyone's shadows long and short, like ghosts with their teeth and claws.

After walking for a while, a seemingly harmless smile suddenly appeared on Ling Xiao's face, and he asked softly: "Brother Chen, I wonder what your poster is asking me for?" His voice echoed in the corridor, with a little leisurely, trying to break the almost suffocating atmosphere.

Chen Mo paused slightly, turned his head and glanced at Ling Xiao lightly. His eyes were cold and empty, as if Ling Xiao was just an insignificant object, and then he continued to walk forward without saying a word. His silence was like a heavy stone, pressing on Ling Xiao's heart.

Ling Xiao thought to himself, and his brows were frowning unconsciously. If the other party had caught him this time, he was aimed at the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword, he would not have been so indifferent to his inquiries. In this way, there might be more complicated and unknown things hidden behind this.

He knew very well that if he was really brought to the owner of the Zhaixing Tower, the situation would inevitably develop in an uncontrollable direction. At that time, he would be in trouble and would be difficult to get out of it.

I have to find a way to get out of trouble! Ling Xiao's eyes flashed with a decisive light in the darkness. At this moment, Jiang Yuyan's murderous figure suddenly appeared in his mind. Since she had already reached Zhaixing Tower, why should she be so restrained and let others slaughter?

Thinking of this, Ling Xiao's mouth raised slightly, revealing a mysterious smile. In an instant, a strange ripples appeared in the void, and his ancestor's clone was like a demon god, and suddenly appeared from the ripples.

The ancestor clone exuded a strong and terrifying aura. Its body was tall and burly, and its muscles were coiled like a dragon, emitting a terrifying force. It lifted its thick arms without hesitation, and its palms gathered magnificent energy, turning into a black palm print, wrapped in the sound of the howling wind, and blasted at Chen Mo fiercely.

As an invincible strong man in the Baoyuan Realm, Chen Mo felt extremely sharp and instantly noticed the fatal crisis behind him. However, everything happened too suddenly. The attack of the ancestor clone was as fast as lightning, and he had no time to make effective defense.

Although he tried to avoid sideways, the power of the ancestor clone was too powerful, and it was a sneak attack. He didn't even have a chance to resist, so he was slapped out with his claws with his terrifying giant claws.

Chen Mo's body was like a kite with a broken string, drew an arc in the air and fell heavily to the ground.

A long trace was dragged out on the ground, and dust filled with dust. When the dust settled, Chen Mo was lying there, and he had already vented more and intake less. The breath of life was like a candle in the wind, which could be extinguished at any time, almost no different from a dead person.

At the same time, Ling Xiao also started to move like a black lightning. The two people escorted him were even weaker, but they were just the peak of the Baoyuan Realm. In front of Ling Xiao, an invincible strong man in Baoyuan Realm, they were vulnerable at all.

Ling Xiao shuttled between the two men like a ghost. Every time he punched, he had a thousand pounds of force. After two muffled "bang" sounds, the two men fell down like mud, and were sent to see the King of Hell by Ling Xiao.
Chapter completed!