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Knock knock knock!!!

The sound of drums echoed in the ancestral land of the Wu clan, and the second-generation witch god stepped towards the martial arts arena with Ye Huangzhu in his arms.

The tables and chairs on the martial arts arena were neatly arranged, enough to sit 10,000 people, and the elders of the twelve inheritance clans of the Wu clan came out of the mountain one after another, and one by one the elite gods and goddesses also jumped out, looking at all beings, as if they were all looking forward to the position of the witch god landing on their heads.

Except for Ye Qinghan and Python Shenjiao and Wu Qingqing, no one knew that the quota of the sixth generation of witch gods had been decided, and many people thought that the second generation of witch gods was testing everyone.

The young elite of the Wu clan looked down on all beings, exuding a powerful aura, and their fighting spirit was soaring, and no one wanted to be compared.

At this time, the Holy Land and the powerful forces and the family saw the heritage of the Wu Clan, and the two camps of the year were only the tip of the iceberg in the early stage!

Twelve gods, twelve goddesses, this is the heritage of the witch clan, each inheritance has a gods, there is also a goddess, the cultivation is similar to the witch, but the lack of the supreme origin is just, once the origin is added, the cultivation will advance by leaps and bounds.

The twenty-four strong men each led a lineage, looking at the witch god sculpture outside the witch god temple from afar, very respectful, but also very nervous, fingers trembling slightly, looking forward to the beginning of the six generations of witch god ceremony.

The second generation of witch gods has not yet appeared, and the powerhouses of the holy land have sat down one after another, twenty holy places, twenty camps, plus the python gods and witch clans of the Mad Sect and the Heavenly Demon Domain, a total of twenty-three areas.

The four of them sat alone in the corner, not wanting to attract attention.

Ye Qinghan quietly appeared on the martial arts arena, came to the five people, and sat down with a smile on his face.

"Are you okay?" Jiang Jingtian looked at Ye Qinghan and found that he was not missing anything, nor was he injured, so he couldn't help but feel relieved.

"It's okay, wait to see the show, all the good show has just begun, this is just a prelude. Ye Qinghan smiled.

Everything is under control, and seeing Ye Qinghan's breezy appearance, they are relieved.

Woowoo――――――――

The trumpet sounded, as if war was coming, and it made people nervous for a moment.

The drums are still ringing, the horn of the attack makes people's blood boil, and the hearts of many strong elites who are slightly weaker can't help but vibrate with the sound of the drums, and the blood flows endlessly with the sound of the horn.

The python god Jiao actually became solemn at this moment, as if he had returned to the era of chaos, his iron fist clenched, and the pride of rushing to kill was engraved in his bones, and it would not fade with time.

The ghost god took a deep breath, he was just a child on the battlefield back then, but this kind of horn and drum sound is deeply memorable, every time the horn sounds, the war drums soar to the sky, the bones will pile up, and the blood will flow like a river, it is a hellish scene, and it is also the most exciting sound.

In the sound of horns and drums, the second-generation witch god stepped out of the witch temple, Wu Qingqing held Ye Huangzhu and followed closely, kowtowed respectfully in front of the statue of the witch god for nine times, and then stepped towards the martial arts arena.

Lord Ye Huang's big eyes were slippery, constantly turning, staring at everyone, his eyes seemed to be able to speak, which was particularly attractive.

Everyone was surprised, why did the witch god bring a girl and a child to appear here?

No one could have imagined that Lord Ye was the only candidate for the six generations of witch gods, and the twelve gods and goddesses of the witch clan obviously did not believe that Lord Ye was the sixth generation of witch gods, and they didn't have any emotions at the moment, but they were more nervous and expectant.

"Thank you for the gods for coming down and witnessing the birth of six generations of witch gods of our clan, the old man expressed his gratitude on behalf of the witch clan. "The second-generation witch god is dressed in a chaotic witch robe, and he is majestic and majestic in the wind.

"Congratulations to the seniors, and congratulations to the Wu clan on the upcoming birth of six generations of witch gods, on behalf of the Zi family, the boy Zisheng hopes that the six generations of witch gods can lead the witch clan to the top, so that the world is peaceful and there will never be war. The purple saint fluttered up, the instrument was lofty, and the rich and powerful voice was mighty in the martial arts arena.

"Hahaha, thank you Zisheng Xiaodaoyou, and also say hello to the Zi family for the old man, I will personally visit the Zi family another day and toast the martyrs with a glass of wine. The second generation of witch gods laughed.

"Congratulations seniors. ”

All the heroes and gods stood up one after another to congratulate them.

More people are staring at the second-generation witch god, wanting to see where the sixth-generation witch god is sacred, and he can actually make the second-generation witch god kill the killer, abolish the witch chosen by the supreme origin, and choose to set up someone else.

The twelve gods of the Wu clan raised their heads one after another, exuding a powerful momentum, hoping that the second generation of witch gods would notice them.

The elders of the major inheritance clans of the Wu clan are also full of red faces, hoping that the six generations of witch gods are the descendants of their own lineage.

Wu Ye was very nervous, and always felt that Lord Ye Huang's appearance was too strange, and as the patriarch, he didn't know him.

Ye Qinghan noticed Wu Yi's expression, although it was bitter and sad, the sadness of being abandoned was self-evident, but there was no hatred, but it made people think that he was a man.

Gu Qingyu patted Wu Yi's shoulder, which was the most wordless comfort.

Zixian also patted Wu Yi's shoulder and smiled back, hoping that he could be more comfortable.

Wu Yi nodded with a wry smile, and said hoarsely, "Thank you seniors, I'm fine, I'm really not suitable to be a sixth-generation witch god, someone can replace me, it's best." ”

"I don't know who the second generation of predecessors, the new sixth generation of nobles is the witch god? The ghost god said calmly.

"Yes, we also want to see which Wu genius can replace Wu Yi. The crowd chimed in.

The second-generation witch god turned to look at Wu Qingqing and motioned for him to take Ye Huangzhu out.

Wu Qingqing's face was flushed with excitement, and she hugged the little guy out, but everyone mistakenly thought that the second-generation witch god actually chose Wu Qingqing to be the sixth-generation witch god.

The Twelve Inheritance Divine Sons of the Wu Clan suddenly became angry, and even the clan elders and Wu Ye had ugly faces, and they were dissatisfied with the choice of the second-generation Witch God, and wanted to oppose it.

"I'm against it!"

At this moment, the Witch Clan's Fire Inheritance Divine Son stood up, took three steps forward, knelt on one knee, looked at the second-generation Witch God with his fists clenched, and said in a deep voice, "Ancestor, Wu Qingqing's cultivation and talent are not enough to be a sixth-generation Witch God, I don't understand why Ancestor chose this way?

The twelve sons and twelve goddesses stepped forward one after another, kneeling on one knee, in unison, as if they wanted to win a glimmer of hope for themselves.

With the son of God coming forward, Wu Ye and the elders of the twelve clans stepped forward one after another, wanting to force the second-generation witch god to change his decision.

The second-generation witch god looked at everyone coldly, and said hoarsely, "When did this seat say that Wu Qingqing is the sixth-generation witch god? The real sixth-generation witch god is the child in her arms, the witch emperor! Who else is against it?"

"What? A two-year-old child is a sixth-generation witch god?"

At this moment, Wu Ye couldn't sit still, and the elders of the twelve clans also had ugly faces, this decision might as well let Wu Qingqing be the sixth generation of witch gods!