"The formation is really not small, there are 10,000 or 20,000 people. ”

Tang Haoran approached to investigate, a bloodthirsty killing intent flashed at the corner of his lips, it was very obvious, the other party was obviously ready, just waiting for him to throw himself into the net!

"One or twenty thousand, when did the Nanyang wizards become as many as dogs?"

Qiu Wanji and others had a numb scalp, and this amount was far beyond their imagination.

"There are about four or five thousand people in the Wumen, and the other ten thousand people are a modern mechanic group. ”

"Oh my God, the army was used, and it looks like they're ready. ”

Qiu Wanji and the others were shocked, and at the same time nervous and excited, looking forward to the next earth-shattering battle.

Led by Tang Haoran, they are absolutely confident, not to mention the elite army of 10,000 or 20,000 people in front of them and the people in the Wumen, even if they kill the White House of the United States, they will not blink their eyes, in short, after a bloody battle all the way, Qiu Wanji and the others are all in a state of excitement.

"It doesn't matter if he's ready or not, it!"

"That is, there is Tang Immortal who is afraid of something, just to catch all this garbage. ”

Qiu Wanji and others were full of fighting spirit.

However, Tang Haoran immediately poured a basin of cold water on them: "You all enter the ancient precepts, I can go by myself." ”

"Don't be Tang Shenxian, take us with you. ”

Qiu Wanji and they were anxious when they heard it, this is an opportunity to leave a name in history, a rare opportunity in a lifetime, how can they be willing to miss it.

"I can't go in directly this time, I'll sneak in and try to find Zheng Wei's yang soul first. ”

Tang Haoran said solemnly.

Now, the most important thing for him is to save Zheng Wei's Yang Soul safely!

"Okay Tang Immortal, we understand. ”

Qiu Wanji and the others quickly calmed down, they knew that now was not the time to be impulsive.

Tang Haoran stopped talking nonsense and sent ten people to the Ancient Ring, as for Shakya Qinglin, after leaving the White Dragon Temple, he sent her to the Ancient Ring, an angelic little beauty, who didn't want her to experience too much bloody killing.

Half an hour later, Tang Haoran touched the scene of the Wumen Conference.

It is a small town, surrounded by mountains, and there is a narrow valley about two or three hundred meters wide that leads to the town.

He had already found out that there were a large number of well-equipped soldiers and even groups of tanks and armored fighting vehicles in ambush on both sides of the valley mouth and in the surrounding mountains and forests.

In the town, there are people from the witch sect everywhere.

Afraid of alarming the witch god, Tang Haoran was very cautious when he exuded his divine thoughts.

"One, two, five...... There are a total of ten grandmaster-level powerhouses, and the other thousands are not worth mentioning. ”

"What about Zheng Wei's yang soul?"

Tang Haoran probed carefully several times, but did not find Zheng Wei's breath, it seems that Zheng Wei's yang soul is either not here, or it is sealed in a special magic weapon, and he can't find out by himself. As for being destroyed, it is absolutely impossible, in that case, he will sense it.

"Let's go and see first!"

Tang Haoran calmed down the mood of contention, changed into the clothes of the ghost witch sect, rubbed his hands on his face, and soon became evil and ugly.

Then, in his big form, he walked straight to the entrance.

"Stop, there's a witchcraft meeting going on inside, and no one is allowed to enter without an invitation!"

There were two rows of powerful Wumen disciples standing at the door, a total of twenty people, holding magic weapons, with a deep breath, all of them were strong people close to the realm of the grandmaster.

"Bastard, the elders of the Ghost Witch Sect came to the meeting, and there is something important to report to the Witch God, and you don't want your head?"

While Tang Haoran scolded sharply, he waved his sleeves casually, and a majestic energy swept away like a stormy wave.

"Ahh

The two rows of Wumen elites suddenly rushed to the ground, and they all looked shocked.

"It turned out to be the elders of the Ghost Witch Sect, and the little ones have no eyes, please come in, please come in. ”

Twenty people stood firm, hurriedly knelt on the ground, and said respectfully.

In the world of Wumen, it is far more cruel than the martial arts world, and whoever has a strong spell cultivation here will have the corresponding status, wealth and women. Without ability, he will only be a lamb to be trampled on, and he can only live in humiliation, and he may even be killed at any time.

"Humph!"

Tang Haoran snorted coldly, stepped across the gate, and walked straight towards the center of the town, where the crowd was the densest, all of them were like chicken blood, and the shouts were endless.

Looking closer, it turned out that there were three rings, and there were three pairs of Wumen disciples competing against each other.

In the middle of the ring, it was very quiet, and two disciples dressed in black sat at one end of the ring, chanting words in their mouths.

It's obvious that they're fighting curses.

"Ahh

Soon, the man in black on the right screamed and fell out of the ring.

The victor stood up, with a very young face and a proud smile.

"Amazing, worthy of being the most outstanding genius of the younger generation of the Cursed Witch Sect, even the Great Elder of the Blood Witch Sect is not his opponent!"

"Yes, he must be the first place in the curse, and he will definitely get the opportunity to be personally instructed by the witch god, and the future is limitless. ”

There was an earth-shattering cheer all around.

Tang Haoran's heart moved, and he asked a fat man beside him: "What do you mean by getting the opportunity to be guided by the witch god?"

The fat man didn't reply, and said casually: "Damn, you don't know this, the first place in the three rings can get the guidance of the Witch God, so the pride of the heavens of all the major sects has come to participate in the competition, if you feel like you are on your own, you can also go up and try your luck." ”

"Go to the guidance of the witch god!"

Tang Haoran smiled coldly, this is an opportunity to get close to the witch god!

Soon, he set his eyes on the ring on the left, the two Wumen disciples in this ring were fighting fiercely, the two little ghost boys were biting each other in the air, and the two Wumen disciples were also scuffling together.

On the ring on the right, there was another scene, two witch disciples were fighting spells.

Tang Haoran can see that the competitions held in these three rings have their own specialties, the middle is a curse, the left side is a cultivation, and the right is a fighting method.

"I don't know the ancestral spells and spells of the witch gate, so it seems that I can only go to the left ring to play. ”

Tang Haoran waited until the end of the match, there were no challengers in the three rings, and when the results were about to be announced, he jumped to the ring on the left with a snort.

At this time, the winner in this ring was tall and strong, and it was a young man from the War Witch Sect, named Parker.

Parker was yelling excitedly when he suddenly jumped up to a challenger, but he was enraged.

And the audience, who was about to disperse, was like a chicken blood, boiling again. The duel between masters like this is an extremely rare opportunity for everyone on the scene to observe and learn.

"Grass, people from the Ghost Witch Sect, shouldn't you go to the Fighting Law Table?"

Parker glanced at Tang Haoran coldly and said very dissatisfied.

"How to fight, master, I can defeat you with my physical strength, less nonsense, I don't dare to accept the challenge, so I jump out of the ring and admit defeat. ”

Tang Haoran scolded arrogantly.

(End of chapter)