"This kid is so weird!

Although the Witch God King was quite calm on the surface, a huge wave had already risen in his heart.

Not long after he came out of the customs, he heard rumors about Mo Xiaofan, and he couldn't believe that a young seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy could easily kill the Divine Realm.

And now, when he saw with his own eyes Mo Xiaofan's earth-shattering methods of crying ghosts and gods, he immediately put away his contempt, and even regretted it a little, he shouldn't provoke this Huaxia Shaohua in the first battle after he got out!

The first step for him to get out of the customs this time is to integrate the major factions of the Wumen Sect, and take Mo Xiaofan, who is in the limelight in the martial arts world today, so as to announce his return to the martial arts world strongly.

But he never dreamed that before the conference ended, the Chinese teenagers came to the door and killed the elites of the various sects.

"Sure enough, the old man admits that he misjudged you!"

The Witch God King finally spoke up, and waved his hand to make more than thirty strong men step aside.

These strong men were already frightened, and they almost crawled back.

Among them, there is a familiar figure, it is the sect master of the Black Witch Sect, Meng Tiandu, known as the Black Witch God, he is more frightened than the others, as early as when he was in the Valley of Hundred Medicines, he was punched into a dog by Mo Xiaofan, so when he saw the boy again, he found that the boy was even more terrifying than at the beginning, making him like a mouse seeing a cat.

Mo Xiaofan didn't even glance at him, his subordinates were defeated, and he could be killed with a wave of his hand.

"Are you wrong? You're just a frog at the bottom of the well, and you deserve to evaluate Ben Shao?"

Mo Xiaofan snorted coldly in disdain, and made a sword-swinging motion, and a sword qi roared out.

"Daring fanatic!"

The Witch God King was furious, and the staff of hell in his hand pointed forward, and a wave of jet-black qi burst out, colliding with the cyan sword qi in the air, with a loud bang, like detonating a bomb, and the strong explosion shock wave made the entire hall sway.

"Okay, Lord Witch God blocked it!"

Dozens of bigwigs burst out loud.

Since the appearance of the boy, they have been crushed, and seeing that the Witch God King and the boy had a draw, they were naturally excited.

They didn't know the shock in the witch god's heart, they really didn't know if they tried, they were shocked when they tried, the majesty of the young man's true yuan was far beyond his imagination.

"Old guy, I have no grudges with your witch sect, you provoked me first, then don't blame me for killing. ”

"The purpose of my coming here, as you must know, I will give you three minutes to think about it and hand over my friend's heavenly soul. ”

Otherwise, the consequences are not something you can afford. ”

Mo Xiaofan lightly put away his sword and said in a relatively calm tone.

Everyone was stunned.

They couldn't figure out for a while, why did this arrogant and domineering teenager suddenly change his attitude?

"Hmph, what you said is easy, you calculate it yourself, how many of us have you killed?

One of the powerhouses scolded.

"Don't you understand people's words? The master said that you provoked me first, so you should be killed. In addition, don't you see that I have shown mercy to my subordinates, otherwise, those ants outside would have been killed by Ben Shao a long time ago!"

Mo Xiaofan sneered coldly.

"You !!"

The big guys had nothing to say, they knew that the boy didn't say big things, which made them sad and helpless.

"What a madman, do you really think the old man can't do anything about you?"

The Witch God King's blood-red eyes stared at Mo Xiaofan, and he suddenly giggled, the laughter was sharp and piercing, like a ghost, and suddenly stopped, the staff of hell slammed to the ground, and with a buzzing sound, the top of the scepter suddenly lit up with a red light, like a red ball the size of a basketball.

In the red orb, there was a vague figure.

"Zheng Wei!"

Mo Xiaofan's heart trembled, and he couldn't wait to rush up to take Zheng Wei's heavenly soul back, but he forced himself to calm down.

"Boy, see clearly, this is your woman's heavenly soul, as long as the old man moves his mind a little, her heavenly soul will be wiped out!"

The witch god looked at the murderous appearance of the Huaxia boy, and couldn't help laughing, and added: "You can appear here for her, it is enough to show that she is important in your heart, the old man now gives you a choice, you and her, can only live one, either you take the initiative to die here, or you watch your woman disappear!"

Die here on your own initiative?

Of course, Mo Xiaofan would not believe the other party's nonsense, he was very sure that even if he died, it would be impossible for this old immortal to let Zheng Wei go, with his cruelty and strong revenge against the people in the Wumen, I am afraid that the people around him will also become the target of the other party's cruel revenge.

"Don't be impulsive, you must be calm!"

Mo Xiaofan silently reminded himself and said calmly: "How can I trust you? Even if I commit suicide, I guess you will not let go of my friend!"

"Hahaha......"

The Witch God King burst out laughing, he liked to see this young man angry, but he couldn't attack, and said arrogantly: "Because you have no choice, you can only choose to believe me, of course, the old man's personal reputation is okay." ”

Credibility OK?

Mo Xiaofan secretly greeted the eighteenth generation of the ancestors of the Witch God King.

"Okay, I promise you!"

Mo Xiaofan pretended to think about it and slowly lifted the sword in his hand.

"Wait!"

The witch god grinned and said, "Such a wonderful and moving scene, how can you not let your woman appreciate it." If she saw it, she would definitely be moved to death or alive, and the old man couldn't wait to see this earth-shattering love picture. ”

As soon as his voice fell, a mana shot out, and the figure in the red ball of light gradually came to life.

"Mo Xiaofan!"

Zheng Wei's heavenly soul woke up from her deep sleep, and when she saw the figure of the young man who was thinking about it, she thought she was dreaming.

"Little Brother, I'm here to save you. ”

Mo Xiaofan had mixed feelings and forced out a warm smile.

"I, what's wrong with me? Where am I?"

Zheng Wei didn't know what was going on, and his vague pretty face looked a little dazed.

The witch god interrupted impatiently: "Okay, okay little girl, the old man is here to tell you that your heavenly soul is in the hands of the old man, that is to say, your life and death are in the hands of the old man's thoughts." Your little lover is going to trade his life for yours, he must be touched, right? hahaha...... Appreciate your man's performance. ”

The witch god turned to Mo Xiaofan again and said: "Boy, you have killed countless people in my witch sect, the old man will not let you die happily, now, pick up the sword in your hand, obey the old man's command, start with the legs, stab up with a sword, don't worry, take your time, hahaha......"

"Okay, I promise you, I hope you will be the talk!"

Mo Xiaofan's expression was unusually cold.