The divine bird looked cheap, and Ye Qing was not light, and he couldn't wash it clearly, so he couldn't help but snort coldly, and no longer cared about it.

There is a quarrel here, but the second-generation witch god is-for-tat with Wu Ye in front, refusing to let each other, and they are all competing for the ownership of the witch god's position.

Wu Ye has his own decisions and his own candidates, so he is naturally reluctant to give up the position of Wu God to Lord Ye Huang.

Wu Zulong, is the descendant of the Wu clan, and also the descendant of Wu Ye, his cultivation is not lost to Wu Ye, if it were not for the supreme origin to choose Wu Ye, the six generations of Wu God could not be his, and he would have been taken away by Wu Zulong a long time ago.

Wu Zulong stood behind Wu Ye, and there were eleven god sons and goddesses standing behind him, fighting against the second generation of witch gods.

The entire Wu clan now only has reverence for the second generation of witch gods, but there is not much family affection in it, it has been too long, where will there be family affection.

Wu Ye took the Wu clan into a group, the second generation of the witch god was very angry, his breath became colder and colder, he couldn't imagine that Wu Ye would dare to confront him at this time, and he didn't even want the face of the Wu clan.

The major holy places watched the internal strife of the Wu Clan, and no one spoke, only watched quietly, hoping that both sides would lose within the Wu Clan.

Rumble!

The python god smashed the table in front of him with a palm, and strode forward, his face full of beard, but he could see that he was extremely angry.

"How old are you, really when you are the patriarch and forget all the ancestors?" the python god Jiao scolded Wu Ye angrily, and a trace of murderous aura appeared in his eyes.

"This seat respects the ancestor and respects the ancestor, but the premise is that the Wu clan is brilliant, if he comes nonsense and hands over the future of the Wu clan to a two-year-old child, I will disagree on behalf of the Wu clan!" Wu Ye's momentum burst out, showing his true combat power, and he could actually compete with the python god Jiao.

Wow!

The two gods turned into a waterfall, rushing back into the nine skies, undulating with each other, suppressing each other, although Wu Ye was slightly inferior, but with his Wu clan's secret skills, coupled with the ancestral weapons of the Wu clan, and the supreme divine power, the python god Jiao might not be able to win him.

Rumble!

The elders of the twelve major clans exuded a powerful aura one after another, and together with the Divine Son and Goddess, they actually repelled the Python Divine Jiao in an instant.

"Presumptuous, a group of rebels, are you going to kill your ancestors?" the second-generation witch god roared.

Wu Ye stared at the second-generation witch god, with a firm will, sweeping the leaf desolate master, a two-year-old child, was not frightened at the moment, but quite excited, and couldn't help but feel that this baby was a bit of an idiot in his heart.

"Ancestor, I beg you to revoke the decision of the Witch Emperor to become a sixth-generation witch god, and the unfilial descendants will never use force!" Wu Ye said firmly, "The twelve great gods behind me, the goddess, which one is not more qualified to be a witch god than a two-year-old child?"

"That's right, Ye Qinghan and the Wu Clan don't deal with each other in the first place, how can his son be a sixth-generation Witch God?

"Please think twice, no one from the Wu Clan assists him, no matter how good his talent is, what can he do? You can ask the major elites of the Wu Clan's affiliated forces, which god son they are willing to assist to become the sixth generation of Wu God!" a white-haired old man of the Wu Clan said in a deep voice.

There are thousands of subordinate forces of the Wu clan, thousands of elites, they have a certain right to speak, and now the masters are all gone, although they are all silent, they have their own choices in their hearts.

However, this group of elites has their own leader, that is, the inheritor of the Guangwu Battle Body! The battle body is the battle body after all, and the combat power may not be very good in the past, but his future will definitely surpass the vast majority of people, except for the supreme god, who will compete?

The Guangwu battle body has its own vision, and who he wants to protect almost determines the attitude of all foreign powerhouses.

However, the inheritor of the Guangwu Battle Body has been in retreat for a long time, and he has disappeared not long after the Heavenly Formation and the Great Dao Return, and no one has stepped forward to take the lead at this moment.

The second-generation witch god looked at the foreigners indifferently, and said in a deep voice, "Back then, your ancestors supported the father and fought with me for thousands of miles in order to survive, killing countless enemies, and now it's your turn, is it your turn to fight with the old man for the glory of the witch clan, or stand on the opposite side with the old man?"

All the foreign forces bowed their heads, and the Guangwu battle body did not make a statement, and no one wanted to take a stand.

On the table where Ye Qinghan was, Li Feng looked at Ye Qinghan curiously, and said in a faint voice, "Since he is your son, you don't say anything?"

"The second generation of witch gods wants to use the child and kill the mad sect, but I want to use the child to eat the mad sect, now I am not in a hurry to reveal the background, and when he can't bear it or needs my help, he will naturally speak. Ye Qinghan replied with a wicked smile.

Li Feng's fingertips moved, looking at Ye Qinghan's evil smile, he couldn't help but shudder, this guy's heart is really too big, the Wu clan has been inherited for so long, he actually wants to eat it just by relying on a child, it can be described as vicious.

"Perverted!" Li Feng said with a muffled snort.

The major holy places did not express their position, they were all watching the play, hoping that this matter would be the best for the Wu clan to be completely divided.

Mo Li smiled, there was a smile in his eyes, seeing the Wu clan making such a fuss, even if they regressed today, the Wu clan would not be able to go back to the past.

Just when everyone was silent, a figure crossed from the territory of the Wu Clan, rushed to the martial arts arena, and stepped in front of the second-generation witch god, carrying the Chaos Giant God Soldier, the light martial divine spear, and the vigorous body exuded a powerful battle intent.

Ling Shaoyu, the Guangwu Battle Body, appeared, and although he was the inheritor, he already had the prestige of the Guangwu Battle Body back then.

At this time, the foreigners raised their heads one after another, waiting for him to make a statement.

"Inheritor of Guangwu Ling Shaoyu to meet the Ancestor!" said the inheritor of the Martial Arts Battlebody.

The second-generation witch god looked at him indifferently, and asked hoarsely, "The old man canonized the witch emperor as the sixth-generation witch god, and you, as a battle body, do you assist him?"

Ling Shaoyu, the Guangwu Battle Body, looked at Ye Huangzhu's bright eyes, and learned that he was the son of Ye Qinghan and Wu Qingqing, and then looked at Ye Qinghan's calm expression, knowing that the position of the six generations of witch gods had been decided, and there was no need to fight for it any longer, so he said firmly, "The younger generation is willing to assist the six generations of witch gods in their growth!

Wow!

Wu Ye and other powerful patriarchs and clan elders were in an uproar, and the foreign clans were also surprised, they couldn't imagine that the inheritor of the Guangwu Battle Body would choose to assist a two-year-old child instead of the powerful Divine Son!

"Okay!" the second-generation witch god nodded solemnly, and the battle body expressed his attitude, and the attitude of the foreign race was almost decided!

"Beat your heavy drum, awaken the fate gene of the foreign race, and the old man will clean up the portal today!" The second generation of witch gods was furious, waved his hand, and motioned for Wu Qingqing to take the child away.

Wu Ye and the others were shocked, looking at the angry expression of the second-generation witch god, secretly screaming that it was not good, and took the initiative to compromise, "Ancestor think twice, we are also for the sake of the clan, never for our own selfish interests, the witch emperor is so small, it is really not suitable to be a sixth-generation witch god, and everyone does not understand his talent and ability, you forcibly put your will on us like this, if it is a wrong decision, won't the witch clan be ruined?"

"I beg for the sake of the Wu Clan, the Ancestor will calm his anger!" many clan elders, gods, and goddesses knelt down on one knee and respectfully pleaded.