Chapter 1075

The horn of the witch God is still vast, reverberating in time and space for hundreds of millions of miles. The marks on the forehead of the God are diverse and different.

There are flame marks, green dragon marks, Zhuque Xuanwu marks, star marks, sun and moon marks and lotus marks. The marks of each Holy Land race are different. Each race will have different marks according to talent and strength.

The witch clan has the most types of marks, including gold, wood, water, fire, earth, thunder and lightning

The mark between Lord Ye Huang's forehead is the most terrible. It is a chaotic vortex, which contains the origin of the road of ten thousand dharmas and grabs people's hearts and souls. It rotates continuously between his forehead, as if to devour everything in the world. For an hour, the weak body finally stops devouring. His young body is golden, full of divinity, and his skin can be broken.

Ye QingHan is still dancing the heavy drum. Every time he hits the heavy drum, a light will bloom in his forehead. The mark wants to appear in his forehead from the depths of his soul.

The misty mark can't see what it is. It flashes away. Then it doesn't enter the sea and rushes out again. It starts again and again, but every time it fails, ye QingHan perseveres. He wants to print the mark completely and send and receive it freely.

The function of imprint is very great. Everyone's imprint is related to their own blood inheritance and secret magic. If you bless their own blood and secret magic, you can also bless their talents to make them double their cultivation!

Buzzing————————

Boom————————

Jiang Jingtian's mark was also inspired. A reduced version of the Kirin mark was engraved on his forehead with a flash of lightning. It disappeared and appeared from time to time. It was easy to send and receive. The smell of terror filled the air, crushing thousands of miles of time and space, and some gods and goddesses were defeated.

At this time, the distance between the elite and the strong begins to widen, the weak is always weak, and the strong is always strong!

The witch God Jin Feng was successful, and six generations have appeared, but ye QingHan is still playing the drum. The mark between the forehead is too misty, so he can't break through to the forehead and can't send and receive freely.

"What mark is this?" Python God Jiao frowned and looked at the mark between ye QingHan's forehead. He couldn't help but wonder.

That wisp of mark is too ethereal, exuding the profound meaning of difficulty and difficulty to understand. It seems that there is no vitality, and there is a feeling of desolation.

Many people put away their marks, looked at ye QingHan's forehead, frowned, and had doubts in their eyes.

The mark is the original thing from the soul. As long as it is a practitioner, it will be inspired under specific circumstances, but all marks are inseparable from the avenue of nature and the law of all things. However, ye QingHan's Mark seems to be not in the five elements, and no one can recognize it.

Even the second generation of witches and gods did not recognize this mark.

Jiang Jingtian stopped beating the drum and watched ye QingHan beat the heavy drum tirelessly. Every time he hit the drum, the mark on his forehead will come out once, but the mark is indescribable. It clearly exists, but it doesn't exist, just like the desolation of chaos.

Ye QingHan stared at the heavy drum with his eyes and began to explode. He bombarded a heavy drum with all his strength. The drumstick exploded on the drum surface. He didn't know what material made the drum surface, which was almost broken by him. He knew that the great wasteland monument in the sea was full of barren light, full of limbs and bones, and the barren power came out.

Boom————————

The heavy drum was blown away by the drumsticks of the leaves and the light cold, and the drum frame collapsed and rushed into the galaxy.

The mark between the forehead rushed out and was engraved on the forehead of Ye QingHan, slowly forming!

People can see clearly that it is a barren world, and the mark is actually a 'barren world'!

"I've never heard of such a mark!" Python said hoarsely to himself.

"It's not that I haven't heard of it, but there is no such mark in the chaotic era!" said the second generation of witches firmly.

The mark can only appear according to the laws contained in the chaotic universe. Ye QingHan's mark has never appeared, which can only show that he is not a person in the chaotic universe at all, but he was indeed born in the chaotic universe, which is puzzling to many people.

Is there any other life besides chaos?

Everyone was puzzled and looked at the second generation of witches. Only he was the oldest. He came from the beginning of chaos. If he didn't understand it, others wouldn't understand it.

Just when they were wondering, ye QingHan stopped beating the drum and the mark stayed for a moment on his forehead.

Ye QingHan mobilized the great wasteland monument, directly took back the mark to know the sea, and became introverted again, which became very common.

At this time, master Ye Huang got up from the palm of the sculpture, patted the small chest hall and shouted, "scared me to death..."

WOW!

Lord Ye Huang flew down from the sculpture and threw himself directly into Wu Qingqing's arms. His heart beat very fast. It seemed that he was really frightened.

Hoo hoo——————

Ye QingHan exhaled a turbid breath, and Jiang Jingtian returned to their position, without emotion, but shocked everyone.

"The origin of your martial arts is not broken?" the second generation of witches frowned and questioned.

"It's broken, but I repaired part of it." ye QingHan replied blandly.

"The origin of martial arts is broken. How did you repair it?" the second generation of witches don't believe it and feel cheated by Ye QingHan. If ye QingHan doesn't break the origin of martial arts, most of his plans will fail. Will ye QingHan really integrate the crazy sect into the witch clan in order to cultivate Ye Huang master?

That's obviously impossible!

Ye QingHan is too cunning to give up his own interests for outsiders. The same is true for children. The second generation of witches want to use ye Huangzhu to eat the crazy sect, but he wants to use ye Huangzhu and then use the witch family!

Ye QingHan shrugged and said plainly, "using the chaotic origin, it can replace the martial origin, but the chaotic origin is too few and can only replace part."

Ye QingHan still didn't reveal the inside information. He didn't want to expose his real strength, so that the Holy Land didn't dare to mess around.

"Chaotic origin..." the second generation of witches frowned and thought that in the chaotic era, some people did use chaotic origin to bless Wudao origin, but no one used chaotic origin to replace Wudao origin.

"What's the matter with your mark?" asked the second generation of witches again.

Ye QingHan shook his head and knew nothing about the mark. Before, he didn't know that everyone would have a specific mark. However, this mark could make his understanding of the power of famine easier, and his understanding of the ten thousand methods of the avenue easier and within reach. Now his confidence in building the nine turn chaotic Taoist body has increased more than a hundred times.

The second generation of witches stopped asking. Knowing that ye QingHan would not tell himself the secret of his heart, and didn't want to fall out with him, he nodded, looked at Python God Jiao, and announced the end of the ceremony of granting the title to witches in Jin.

At the end of the God of witches ceremony, the next thing we face is gambling. After all, everyone takes out a big field to gamble, and the fruit of victory is the entrance to Jedi holy places such as the eternal cloud world. There are enough resources to promote many God sons to the highest god!

"The gambling time is arranged one year later, and the place is arranged in the center of the chaotic universe, blue sky city. There is no power of any holy land, there will be no danger, and there will be no holy land to intervene. Do you have any opinion?" the second generation of witches asked calmly.