"Who are you? Why are you here?"
Abel looked at the old man in surprise: "Did you stay here for 100s of years?"
Although Abel was a cultivator, he was still shocked that he could survive for 100s of years.
"Haha, this Devil Town Tower is specially made for this old man. I was locked in this Devil Town Tower for 100s of years. It's a pity that the only thing I've been imprisoned here is a remnant of the old man's soul. trap me…"
"You have now learned my Holy Light Fist, you can leave here, just as the old man can go out with you!"
The old man laughed.
"There is a ban on this town magic tower, I can't open the door!"
Abel shook his head and said.
"Don't worry, you only need to use the Holy Light Fist, put away all your own spiritual power, and you can open the door. Remember, you can only use the power of your body…"
The old man warned Abel.
After speaking, the old man slowly disappeared.
"Hey…hey…"
Abel also wanted to ask the old man what he meant by the son of the Beast, but found that the old man had disappeared.
"Abel, Abel… wake up, wake up, don't scare me…"
At this time, Gremer shook Abel vigorously, her voice trembling.
Abel opened his eyes and found that he was actually lying on the ground, and Gremer was calling him anxiously.
Seeing Abel awake, Gremer breathed a sigh of relief: "You scared me to death. As soon as you came up, you punched indiscriminately, and then passed out, talking nonsense…"
Abel stood up slowly, frowning and trying to recall what had just happened.
"Could it be that I was dreaming just now?" Abel felt a little incredible.
"What are you dreaming about?" Gremer asked strangely.
"Oh, nothing!" Abel shook his head: "Let's go!"
"How do we get out? That gate is restricted and can't be opened!"
Gremer asked.
"Come with me, let's try again!" Abel pulled Gremer up and walked towards the bottom of the tower.
At the same time, Joe Jethro was sitting on the balcony of a villa, gently shaking the red wine in his hand, and looking at the Demon Town Tower not far away.
"It's been 3 days, who knows if that guy Abel is dead!"
Joe Jethro took a sip of red wine.
At this time, the housekeeper Zoverl came over and whispered to Joe Jethro: "Patriarch, Gosto Stevenzi has already brought someone on the way, as long as we hand over Abel to Gosto Stevenzi, this time our Joe family will be stationed in Katro. Hopeful…"
"Well, after our Joe family enters the capital, it won't be long before I will be the leader of the martial arts alliance, and then the entire martial arts world will listen to my orders…"
Joe Jethro's eyes were hot, bursting with endless desire.
He was unwilling to be only a king of the Northwest, and he tried his best to get their Joe family to enter the Katro martial arts world, in order to sit on the position of the leader of the Katro martial arts alliance.
The ambition of this guy can be described as very big.
"Patriarch, we have the Demon Moeppressing Tower, and sooner or later the position of the leader will be yours, but Young Master Gosto is here, then the secret of our Demon Moeppressing Tower can't be kept, and if they spy on our Demon Moeppressing Tower then , what should we do?"
Zoverl reminded.
"Don't worry, only I can use this Devil Town Tower. Without me, it's just scrap metal in the hands of others…"
Joe Jethro smiled lightly and said confidently.
……
Abel in the Demon Town Tower is walking down the tower with Gremer.
They don't even know that 3 days have passed outside.
In the Demon Town Tower, they only felt that a few hours had passed.
Going all the way to the exit, looking at the heavy Tartatam, Abel slowly clenched his fists.
To be continued....
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