In the dusk.

A large number of figures swept across the sky like a torrent.

Ahead, Lin Hao took the lead and flew away, his clothes rustling in the strong wind and waves.

"Um?"

At a certain moment, he seemed to sense something, and his speed suddenly slowed down a bit.

"The Ant-Man suit seems to have been used."

Lin Hao's eyes darkened slightly. As a system item, the Ant-Man suit, he could clearly see the number of times it was used from the data panel of the Ant-Man suit.

The time was exactly when he set off from the Mad Temple.

"Why did Chen Jin suddenly use the Ant-Man suit? Did he encounter something unexpected?"

Lin Hao was puzzled and couldn't help but feel a little worried.

However, their current lineup is like an arrow on the string. It is obviously impossible to retreat back to investigate.

But this distance is beyond the range of the transmission notes.

"Jing Ke, go check out the situation."

In a flash of thought, Lin Hao decisively summoned Jing Ke and ordered.

Whoosh!

As soon as the latter appeared, it immediately turned into a small black shadow and flew towards the direction of the Mad Temple at an extremely fast speed.

"Brother Lin, what's wrong?"

Seeing this, Luo Heng couldn't help but ask.

"I think there seems to be something going on over there with Chen Jin. Let my pet take a look."

Lin Hao's face was a little serious and he told the truth.

"What? Could it be that there are pseudo-gods coming to Babel Tower again?"

Hearing this, Luo Heng's face changed slightly, and he asked in surprise: "Brother Lin, how did you find out?"

"I can't be sure either."

Lin Hao frowned slightly and said calmly: "Last night I lent a spiritual weapon to Chen Jin for self-defense. I just sensed the movement of the spiritual weapon being used, so I made this guess."

That’s how it turns out…

A flash of surprise flashed in Luo Heng's eyes, and he immediately smiled and said: "Perhaps Chen Jin is curious about the function of the spiritual weapon, so he might take it out and try it a few times."

Lin Hao was silent in response to Luo Heng's optimistic thoughts.

One can only hope so.

But just in case, he still planned to ask Jing Ke to go back and check.

If it was really the pseudo-gods from the Tower of Babel who came to the Mad Temple, then he would definitely not give up just yet!

While thinking in his mind, Lin Hao's eyes were filled with a hint of murderous intent.

After a while.

Jing Ke swept into the area where the Mad Temple was located. It took out a transmission note from Lin Hao's system storage space and ignited it in an attempt to contact Chen Jin.

However, there was no news from Chen Jin.

Or, the transmission note has exceeded the distance between the two parties.

"Go into the main hall and take a look."

Lin Hao suddenly felt something was wrong, Jing Ke flapped his wings and suddenly flew into the main hall door.

Based on the visual images from Jing Ke, he saw that the palace was in a mess.

In such a scene, it was obvious that a fierce fight had just occurred before this.

"Oops!"

Seeing this scene, Lin Hao's heart sank.

And just when he was about to stop, Jing Ke's vision suddenly noticed a stone pillar.

Among them, there is a line of fonts engraved.

The traces of the strokes were left by Chen Jin.

"I just killed a false god and I have left now, don't think about it."

Seeing this, Lin Hao's eyes flashed with surprise.

The false god from the Tower of Babel really came to visit again!

"Jing Ke, erase the traces."

Under Lin Hao's instructions, Jing Ke fired two red lasers from his eyes, quickly erasing the fonts on the stone pillars.

Immediately, it flashed and was directly taken into the system pet space.

"That guy, must he have returned to Jiuxuan Sect?"

There was a trace of doubt between Lin Hao's eyebrows.

However, since he was sure that Chen Jin was not in danger, he stopped thinking about it and his flying speed suddenly accelerated.

In this way, under his leadership, the top legion composed of tens of thousands of strong madmen moved forward at high speed.

Their huge movements undoubtedly attracted the attention of all races in the Cangqiong Continent.

The Mad Clan invaded the Heavenly Demon Clan, and the leader was Lin Tian, ​​the Holy Son of the Jiu Xuan Sect.

As soon as such explosive news spread, it was like a hurricane, sweeping through all the major forces in the Cangqiong Continent.

However, the vast majority of racial forces are not optimistic about the Mad Clan.

I even think that their actions can be said to be a sheep in a tiger's den, and they will die.

After all, the Demon Clan today is the top first-class force in the Cangqiong Continent.

Almost no one dares to provoke them. With just the strength of the Mad Clan, there is absolutely no chance of winning!

…

Late at night, the Demon Palace.

Under the moonlight, the towering and huge black palaces are endless.

That area covers almost one-third of the entire plain.

Such a huge scale is obviously several times more powerful than the Jiuxuan Sect and the Mad Temple!

As the head of the group of palaces, the Demon Emperor's Palace has an extremely grand architectural layout. There is a statue standing on the top of the palace, which is a hundred feet high.

The statue is completely black and is in the form of a demon. It has twelve wings on its back and is tall and mighty.

Although it is just a statue, there is a faint and terrifying demonic aura that makes people palpitate, shaking the sky!

At this time, inside the palace.

A domineering middle-aged black-haired man was sitting upright.

Its shape is almost the same as the statue on the top of the palace, with twelve wings on its back, full of demonic energy, and a majestic aura.

This guy is the highest authority in the Demon Palace, the Demon Emperor!

In front of the main seat, more than a hundred powerful ten-winged demons stood solemnly.

"You said that the master of Mad Temple is Lin Tian from Jiuxuan Sect?"

Listening to the information just reported by his subordinates, the Demon Emperor asked with a hint of surprise on his resolute face.

"Lord Demon Emperor, this is indeed the case."

One of the ten-winged demons nodded respectfully.

Perhaps because the Demon King's aura was too powerful and majestic, he never dared to raise his head and look at him when he spoke.

"These guys from the Mad Clan are really a stupid tribe. They can even be loyal to a human being. It's funny."

Hearing this, the Demon Emperor couldn't help but smile coldly, his words full of sarcasm.

"Lord Demon Emperor, according to the news from the front line, the enemy is about to enter the territory of our Demon Clan. Will we send out troops to fight immediately?"

The ten-winged demon was full of fighting spirit and began to ask for a fight.

"Since they come to your door in person, there is no need to waste energy."

The Demon King's eyes narrowed slightly, and there was a hint of banter in his cold voice, like a cat playing with a mouse.

"Pass this emperor's order, and the entire army will stand still and wait for the enemy's arrival."

He was obviously very confident in his words, or he didn't take Lin Hao's mad army seriously at all.

"As long as you get to the Demon Palace, this time, you, the little bastard, will not be able to escape from the palm of my hand."
Chapter completed!