"It's the witch god's private domain, and none of us have ever entered it, and we don't dare to go in, I heard that it's at the bottom of the lake. ”

"At the bottom of the lake!"

Tang Haoran was sure that these people didn't panic, he was too lazy to kill again, the most important thing for him was to find Zheng Wei's Yang Soul.

His figure flashed, a shadow of light flashed, and after a few breaths, he stood on the roof of a building by the lake.

"Sure enough, there are some doorways, it turns out that there is a formation!"

Tang Haoran probed a little and found that in this strange lake, the aura was extremely strong, it was a rare cultivation secret realm, and it was shrouded by a rather clever formation.

Of course, the wisdom mentioned here is only relative to the level on earth.

In Tang Haoran's eyes, this formation couldn't even compare to his five lore formations, and if he wanted to break it, it was just a matter of effort.

His mind dispersed, and he soon discovered all the eyes of this formation, but he did not force it to be broken, but took advantage of the loophole of the formation to skillfully break a hole in the formation, and went down to the bottom of the lake unconsciously.

The water below suddenly became extremely clear, and soon found a stone cave submerged in the water, and after entering, I turned around and walked about 500 meters, and there was a stone staircase in front of it.

"It's hidden enough. ”

Tang Haoran paused for a moment, and found that the top of the stone staircase had been out of the water, and it was guarded by four strong men with deep breaths.

"Die!"

Tang Haoran directly launched a divine thought attack.

The four powerhouses looked stunned at the same time, bleeding from the seven orifices, limp to the ground, and the dead could no longer die.

He ascended the stone staircase to the top, and suddenly it dawned that this place was already above the lake, and the exact location should be within a mountain.

"Who is it? How did you get in?"

Suddenly, two strong men guarding in front of a stone cave, one with a pitch-black yin snake coiled around his neck, and the other with a skull knife in his hand, questioned sharply.

"Of course it's in!"

Tang Haoran said, waving the spirit sword in his hand, and a green light swept towards the two of them.

"Dare to trespass on the territory of the witch god, die!"

The two powerhouses didn't know the details of Tang Haoran, and they regarded their cultivation as superb, and the skull knife in one person's hand slashed straight towards the swept sword, and the other released the Yin Snake.

"Click!"

The void cyan sword, like slicing tofu, slashed the skull knife that exuded an evil aura in half, and then did not slow down at all, cutting off the head of the strong man holding the knife.

"Whew!"

Tang Haoran spread his five fingers and grabbed the neck of the yin snake.

"Ah, how is that possible!?"

The strong man who released the snake was directly shocked stupidly, and his partner's blood splashed his face all over his face, and he suddenly saw his yin snake, which was actually caught by the young man in his hand?

Nima, that's a yin snake, not only is it highly poisonous, it will die if it touches it, and what is even more terrifying is that it is said that this snake is a thing in the underworld, specializing in devouring people's souls.

How could such a terrifying yin snake be caught by outsiders with their hands?

What made him think even more dazzling was that the yin snake grinned and looked extremely painful, and gradually became nothing, until it disappeared completely.

Before he could come back to his senses, Tang Haoran walked over, raised a kick, and kicked him into the hole behind him.

Bang!

The area of the cave was huge, like a palace, and there were eight old men with deep breaths standing on either side, and these sixteen people were all figures at the level of patriarchs or chief elders of various sects.

In the most prominent position of the main hall, there is an old man shrouded in black robes, this person is the spiritual leader of the Wumen, the Great Wushen, who is holding a snake-headed scepter in his hand, which is the most mysterious and powerful magic weapon in the entire Wumen-the Staff of Hell.

The witch god is convening an emergency meeting of the powerful figures of all races, one is to integrate the scattered major sects together, eliminate the prejudice of the factions, and in the future, there will be only one witch sect, and there will be only one sect master, that is, he witch god.

Another topic is about the elimination of Tang Haoran.

The witch god was about to speak on the third topic, but with a bang, the guard at the door smashed down among them, blood spurting from his mouth, and he quickly died in front of them.

Immediately after, a young figure walked in slowly, and the young man was still holding a sword that shimmered blue in his hand.

"Bold fanatics, the territory of the witch god is also the place where you can go wild!"

Standing at the outermost is the patriarch of the War Witch Gate, this person's grandmaster is at the peak of cultivation, and his temper is extremely hot, he intends to show it in front of the witch god, while scolding loudly, he lifted a ghost head big knife, his body jumped in the air, and the ghost head big knife was raised above his head and slashed down fiercely.

"Squeak squeak—"

What is very strange is that the black knife emits a strong black aura, mixed with the sound of ghosts crying wolves.

If you deal with ordinary martial artists, I am afraid that before the knife is chopped, you will already be scared out of your body.

"Weak chicken!"

Tang Haoran didn't even look at it, his wrist flicked, and the spirit sword slashed towards the ghost head knife, and with a click, the ghost head big knife was broken into two in response, and the incision was unusually smooth, and then, without any accident, the patriarch of the War Witch Sect was split in half by a sword.

The patriarch of the dignified War Witch Sect controls the fate of thousands of people, and in the entire Southeast Asia, his status is no less than that of the leader of a small country, and he was actually split in two by a sword!

Everyone else was stunned slightly, and even the witch god sitting upright couldn't help but shrink his eyes.

"Kill him!"

Soon, two more people shot at the same time, there was no way, seeing Tang Haoran walking towards them, and the witch god didn't say anything, although they were very taboo Tang Haoran, they also had to make a move.

One of the two released the little ghost boy and used magic to attack, and the other secretly cast the most evil and terrifying curse.

These two people are the patriarchs of the Dark Witch Gate and the Cursed Witch Gate respectively, and their strength goes without saying.

The strongest blow they unleashed together, even the strongest Grandmaster powerhouse, was difficult to resist.

But, sadly, they are facing Tang Haoran, who can kill gods!

"It's just ants!"

Tang Haoran slapped a palm casually, and a pale golden giant palm flashed above the heads of the two of them, exuding the coercion of destruction.

"Not good!"

The two of them sensed the extreme crisis, and instinctively wanted to dodge, however, they could only think about it, and they didn't have time to react, their intuition was dark, and they heard a loud bang, the earth trembled, the aftermath dissipated, and a deep pit appeared on the stone ground, and the two people at the bottom of the pit turned into two pieces of minced meat.

In just two moves, between the lightning and flint, to kill the patriarchs of the three major witch sects, it is simply appalling!

The remaining thirteen people, no one dared to act rashly, and all of them instinctively set their shocked eyes on the witch god.

"This kid is really a myth and legend!"

At this time, although the witch god was calm on the surface, a huge wave had already risen in his heart.

Not long after he came out of the customs, when he heard the rumors about Tang Haoran, he still didn't believe it, he couldn't believe that a young seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy could easily kill the God Realm!

(End of chapter)