Chapter 1070

On the morning of the third day, the Wuzu heavy drum and the Wuzu memorial tablet were invited out. The solemn and stirring drum roared into the sky, and more than a dozen big men broke out and kept beating the heavy drum.

Dong Dong!!!!

Drums echoed in the ancestral land of the witch family, and the second generation of witches and gods stepped on the martial arts field with Lord Ye Huang in their arms.

The tables and chairs on the wanzhang martial arts arena were neatly arranged enough to sit down 10000 people. The elders of the twelve inheritance families of the witch family came out of the mountain one after another. The elite gods and goddesses also jumped out and looked at all sentient beings. It seemed that they were looking forward to the position of the witch God to land on their own heads.

Except ye QingHan, mang Shenjiao and Wu Qingqing, no one knows that the number of six generations of witches has been set. Many people think that the second generation of witches is testing everyone.

The young elites of the witch clan look down upon all living beings, exude a strong breath, and their fighting spirit soars into the sky. No one wants to be compared.

At this time, the holy land, powerful forces and families saw the details of the witch family. The two camps in those years only revealed the tip of the iceberg in the early stage!

Twelve divine sons and twelve divine daughters are the details of the witch family. Each inheritance has a divine Son and a divine daughter. Their accomplishments are similar to those of the witch alkyne, but they lack the highest source. Once the source is added, their accomplishments will advance by leaps and bounds.

The twenty-four strong men led the inheritance in one vein. Looking at the witch sculpture outside the witch temple, they were very respectful and nervous. Their fingers trembled and looked forward to the official start of the six generations of witch ceremony.

Before the second generation of witches and gods appeared, the strong ones in the Holy Land took their seats one after another. Twenty holy places and twenty camps, plus the python God Jiao and the witch in the crazy clan and the sky demon domain, were divided into 23 regions.

The four of the crazy sect and Wu alkyne sat alone in the corner and didn't want to attract attention.

Ye QingHan quietly appeared in the martial arts arena, came to the five people and sat down with a smile.

"Is everything all right?" Jiang Jingtian looked at ye QingHan and found that he was not missing or injured. He couldn't help but relax.

"Nothing, wait to see a good play. All the good plays have just begun. This is just a prelude." ye QingHan smiled.

Everything was under control. Seeing ye QingHan's appearance of light wind and light clouds, they were relieved.

Woo woo————————

The horn sounded as if war was coming, which made people nervous for a moment.

The drum is still ringing, and the horn of attack makes people's blood boil. Many elite strong people with weak cultivation can't help shaking with the drum, and the blood runs continuously with the horn.

Python Shenjiao became dignified at this moment, as if he had returned to the chaotic era, clenched his iron fist, and the pride of rushing to kill was engraved in his bones, which would not disappear with the passage of time.

You Shen took a deep breath. He was just a child on the battlefield in those years, but he had a deep memory of this horn and drum sound. Every time the horn sounded and the war drum burst into the sky, the bones would accumulate and blood would flow into a river. It was a hell like scene and the most exciting sound.

In the sound of trumpets and drums, the second generation of witches stepped out of the witches' temple. Wu Qingqing followed closely with Lord Ye Huang in her arms, kowtowed respectfully in front of the witches' sculpture for nine times, and then stepped on the martial arts arena.

Lord Ye Huang's big eyes are sneaky, constantly turning and staring at the people. His eyes seem to be able to speak, especially attracting people's attention.

People were surprised. Why did the witch God bring a girl and child here?

No one can imagine that Lord Ye Huang is the only candidate for the six generations of witches. The Twelve Gods and goddesses of the witch family obviously don't believe that Lord Ye Huang is the six generations of witches. At the moment, they don't have any emotion, but they are more nervous and looking forward to it.

"Thank the gods for coming and witnessing the birth of the six generations of Witches of our family. I would like to express my gratitude on behalf of the witches." the second generation of witches, dressed in chaotic witches' robes, are chilly and majestic in the wind.

"Congratulations, master, and congratulations on the upcoming birth of six generations of witches in the witch family. On behalf of the purple family, Zisheng hopes that the six generations of witches can lead the witch family to the peak, so that the world will be peaceful and there will never be war." Zisheng rises gracefully, looks dignified, and has a powerful voice in the martial arts arena.

"Hahaha, thank you, Taoist friend Zisheng. I also say hello to the Zijia family for me. I will visit the Zijia family in person another day and give the martyrs a drink." the second generation of the witch God laughed.

"Congratulations, master."

All the heroes and gods stood up to congratulate.

More people are staring at the second generation of witches and gods to see what is sacred about the sixth generation of witches and gods. They can actually make the second generation of witches and gods hurt killers, abandon the witch alkynes selected by Gao Benyuan and choose to set up another person.

The Twelve Gods of the witch family looked up one after another, emitting a strong momentum, hoping that the second generation of witches would notice themselves.

The elders of the major inheritors of the witch family are also flushed, hoping that the six generations of witches and gods will be the descendants of their own.

Wu Ye is very nervous. He always feels that Lord Ye Huang appears too strange. As the patriarch, he doesn't know him.

Ye QingHan noticed Wu alkyne's expression. Although he was bitter and sad, the abandoned sadness was self-evident, but he didn't hate. It made people think he was a man.

Gu Qingyu patted Wu alkyne on the shoulder, which was the most silent comfort.

Zixian also patted Wu alkyne on the shoulder and smiled, hoping he could be more comfortable.

Wu alkyne smiled bitterly, nodded and said hoarsely, "thank you, predecessors. I'm fine. I'm really not suitable to be a six generation witch God. It's best if someone can replace me."

"I don't know who is the second generation elder, the noble, the new six generations of witches? You might as well call out to let everyone know one or two." the quiet God said calmly.

"Yes, we also want to see which witch genius can replace witch alkyne." everyone agreed.

The second generation of witches turned to look at Wu Qingqing and motioned him to take the Lord ye out.

Wu Qingqing flushed with excitement and took the little guy out. However, they mistakenly thought that the second generation of witches chose Wu Qingqing as the sixth generation of witches. They were surprised.

The twelve inheritance gods of the witch family suddenly became angry. Even the clan old man and Wu Ye looked ugly. They were dissatisfied with the choice of the second generation of witches and wanted to oppose it.

"I object!"

At this time, the son of the fire inheritance God of the witch family stood up, took three steps, knelt on one knee, hugged his fist, looked at the second generation of witches, and said in a deep voice, "my grandfather, Wu Qingqing's accomplishments and talents are not enough to be the sixth generation of witches. I don't understand why my grandfather chose this? I hope my grandfather can solve his doubts!"

The Twelve Gods and the twelve goddesses came forward one after another, kneeling on one knee, neat and uniform, as if they all wanted to win a glimmer of hope for themselves.

When the son of God comes forward, Wu ye and the elders of the twelve families come forward one after another to force the second generation of witches to change their decision.

The second generation of witches looked at the crowd coldly and said hoarsely, "when did we say that Wu Qingqing is the sixth generation of witches? The real sixth generation of witches is the child in her arms, the witch emperor! Who else opposes?"

"What? A two-year-old is the sixth generation of witches?"

At this moment, Wu ye can't sit still. The twelve families are also ugly. It's better to let Wu Qingqing be a six generation witch God! How important is the position of a witch God? How can it be so childish? The child's origin is unknown. Who will agree?