The civil strife of the Wushen clan started quickly and ended quickly.

On the eighth day, a line of pious people who served the witch god suddenly appeared, and a hundred half-step great witch powerhouses scattered in all directions, and with the most powerful and iron-blooded means, they destroyed the withering and decaying civil strife.

Wu Yu clan, among the three great witches, two great witches were killed, and one surrendered.

Wu Ming's clan, the only two great witches, one died and one was seriously injured.

Counting the people who died in the entire civil strife, there are nearly 3,000 people buried in their bones!

Now, in a hall of the underground palace, the high-level leaders of various clans gathered together, and the atmosphere was depressing, as quiet as death.

Someone raised his head and looked at the young man in the hall, and couldn't help but snort coldly, indicating dissatisfaction.

This is a great witch of the Wu Yu clan, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, a tall body, a burly body covered with an animal skin, dark and strong muscles, emitting black light, and a wild aura from top to bottom.

"The witch god is dead" Ji Yi spoke, his face calm.

When everyone in the hall heard this, they immediately exploded the pot, and they talked about it, and their expressions were all shocked and frightened.

The biggest reliance of the Wushen clan is the witch god, deterring the major clans of Mangshan, which gives the Wushen clan the position of the ten tribes.

No matter how fierce the civil war is, for the Wu Yu clan and the Wu Ming clan, the glory of the Wu God Clan is the same, and the piety of the Wu God is the same.

This is the faith of the tribe!

"You killed the witch god?!" someone shouted, carrying a large knife and about to strike.

As a result, he was stopped by the people on the side, because anyone could kill the witch god, but the one above was impossible.

You must know that the strong man of the line of the devout followed this outsider, which means that during that conversation, the witch god handed over the entire clan to him.

This sounds ridiculous, but it's the only explanation.

"The longevity of the witch god has come to an end, but even if the witch god clan does not have a witch god, it will not be weaker than any tribe in Mangshan"

Ji Yi told the truth, his face was calm, without any expression, as if he was telling an extremely ordinary thing.

Isn't it weak?

At this moment, the Witch God Clan may even surpass any other clan, naturally, he doesn't need to repeat it, as long as he points out some, these people will understand.

"Without gods, natural disasters are coming," worried an old man in his late teens.

In the Mang Mountain, the so-called natural disasters are nothing more than strange celestial phenomena, such as thunder and lightning falling, divine fire falling into the sun, rivers and seas rising, the earth collapsing, beasts commotion, and king beasts attacking.

And the tribe that can really stand in this kind of reckless mountain must have gods!

For each race, the gods are not a tool used to expand their territory and seize resources and interests, but a deterrent and a belief of a race.

Ji Yi glanced at the old man, and then said, "I have a god-level formation, which can protect a clan."

"If there are no gods, if other people come to invade," the old man asked again.

"Build an ancient temple, I will teach you the method of divine sacrifice"

"There are no gods, when you manage the lower clans, you are afraid..."

"I have a secret method that allows the pious to step into the realm of the Great Witch"

"There are no gods, if..."

“...”

Ji Yi frowned, snorted coldly angrily, and said, "Who are you? Wu Ming's Clan's? Wu Yu Clan's? Why are you talking so much nonsense!"

The amount is that Ji Yi thinks that his state of mind is not moving, and he is as solid as a rock, but at this moment, he is also asked by this old man, and he is angry.

"Come on, drag it down, cut it and talk about it"

Ji Yi shouted, and immediately dozens of warriors from the Witch God Clan came over, with fierce and vicious faces.

"This is my grandfather" Wu Qiuqiao's face trembled, her face was full of frost, and she finally spoke.

"Hey, the witch god is dead, this is a big deal, I can't hide it from the gods of other big clans, I'm worried about the witch god clan"

The old man shook his head and kept wandering around the hall, even the high-ranking people on the side were speechless for a while.

They knew in their hearts that this one of the Wu Ming clan was famous... Long-winded!

"This old man is Wu He?" Ji Yi asked Wu Qiu.

However, Wu Qiu stood quietly to the side, stroking his hair, his curvy body exuding a faint purple glow, and he looked like a living person should not be disturbed.

"If you can't cut it, then drag it out and beat it" Ji Yi raised his eyebrows and said with a vicious look.

"Oh, granddaughter, he's really going to arrest your grandfather"

When the old man heard this, he saw five or six strong men coming, and immediately trembled and looked at his granddaughter.

Wu Qiu glared, then walked out and said, "Wu Ming Clan, Wu Qiu, meet the Witch Master"

It's time for the Wu Ming clan to take a stand, and they don't even have any objections to the pious people who serve the witch gods, how dare the other clans continue to oppose it?

This young gentleman clearly wants her to be the leader, otherwise how many high-level people of the Wushen clan here can be convinced?

Fortunately, Shaojun had promised before that several of her grandfather's problems would be dealt with, and it was time to end this farce.

"Wu Ming, Wu Hai, meet the witch master"

"Wu Ming, Wu He, meet Wu"

"Wu Yu Clan, Wu Lang, meet the Witch Lord"

“...”

In the hall, everyone looked at each other, hesitated, and finally chose to accept this fact and stepped forward to see the new witch master.

Ji Yike doesn't care whether these people are sincere or not, as long as he doesn't cause trouble for him in the next action.

For the Wu Ming clan or the Wu Yu clan, or other small clans, it is nothing more than to manage the Wu God Clan, and in the future wars, it will only be the pious ones who will participate in the war.

This vein is the weapon of war, in this civil war between the two clans, with only a hundred people, all disasters will be suppressed, showing great strength!

The witch lord was determined, and the next thing was nothing more than to discuss the rectification after the civil strife, the burial of the body of the witch god, the pension of the various clans, and the response to future changes, etc.

Ji Yi listened to it for three days in a row, and the tea and dinner were all solved in the palace, and a maid specially sent it, and everything was available.

It must be said that Ji Yi has an 'admiration' for these high-level members of the Witch God Clan.

A simple plan can discuss hundreds of ideas, and all of them come to him for advice, which seems to be a respect for the 'witch master', but in fact, it is nothing more than a name, and each of them is secretly afraid that they have already reached an agreement.

Naturally, Ji Yi didn't want to worry about these things, so he handed them all over to that Wu He.

Before he died, the witch god said to him that there was an old man in the Wu Ming clan who was indeed a talent, that is, this old man named Wu He, and he could be regarded as seeing it this time.

In addition to being verbose, he does have some talent.

"Shaojun"

There are hundreds of palaces in the dungeon, and except for the deepest witch temple, the other temples are inhabited by the upper echelons of various clans.

The hall where Ji Yi is located is very close to the Witch Sacrifice Temple, and it can be regarded as a depth, and it is quiet and quiet.

Outside the hall, Wu Qiu came in style, dressed in purple, green silk hanging shoulders, black and shiny, with a faint fragrance overflowing, you can smell it from a distance through the door, refreshing people's hearts.

Her body is slender, delicate and graceful, and her mutton fat white jade skin is glowing, beautiful, flawless, and both charming and sexy.

At this moment, Wu Qiu's temperament was cold, his face was frosty, his eyes of different colors flickered, and the whole person was silent, like a purple manzhu sawah, bewitching at the same time, there was an inexplicable sadness.

"Know the truth?" Ji Yi stared at this.

"Think" Wu Qiu's eyes were firm, knowing what he was going to face.

What is hidden behind the Witch God Clan?

She only knew that the witch god came from the three thousand realms and did not belong to the Mangshan tribe, and everything the witch god clan did was to go home.

This is also the reason why many people do not reject this outsider very much.

Because, he is also from the Three Thousand Realms, and they are considered fellow villagers!

"Your real name should be Ming Yuqiu, the Ming Yu Dynasty from the Three Thousand Realms, a dynasty that fell millions of years ago, the Ji Tribulation Rebellion"

Ji Yi used his fingers to carve a rune on the tea table, and then sacrificed the rune and flew into Wu Qiu's body.

Wu Qiu's body glowed, and an autumn character appeared on her snow-white neck, like gold casting, and the golden glow was shining.

The golden luster showed that the witch seal in Wu Qiu's body was different from other witch god clansmen, and he had the power of the bloodline of the Ming Yu royal family at least thirty percent or more.

"Ming Yu Dynasty?Ming Yu Qiu?" Wu Qiu was slightly stunned.

In the end, Ji Yi informed the affairs of the Ming Yu Dynasty, from the first generation of Ming Yu God Emperor to the thirty-first generation of Yun Emperor, as for the aftermath, he modified it a little, and he was right to call the last old God Emperor.

Don't let future generations be saddened by what this Ming Yu Dynasty has done.