The horn of the witch god is still immense, echoing in hundreds of millions of miles of time and space, and the imprints on the forehead of the god are varied, each different.

There are flame-type marks, there are green dragon marks, there are Vermilion Bird Xuanwu marks, there are also star marks, there are also sun and moon marks, lotus marks, and the marks of each holy land race are different, and each race will have different marks according to their talent and strength.

The Wu clan has the largest variety of imprints, gold, wood, water, fire, earth, thunder and lightning......

The mark between Ye Huang's forehead is the most terrifying, it is a chaotic whirlpool, containing the origin of the Great Dao of Ten Thousand Laws, snatching people's souls, constantly rotating in the forehead, as if to devour everything in the world, devouring for a whole hour, the weak body finally stopped devouring, his immature body is full of golden luster, rich divinity, and his skin can be broken with a snap of his fingers.

Ye Qinghan was still dancing the heavy drum, and every time he hit the heavy drum, a light bloomed between his foreheads, and the imprint wanted to appear in his forehead from the depths of his soul.

The ethereal imprint couldn't see what it was, it flashed away, and then it didn't enter the sea of knowledge, and rushed out again, repeatedly, but every time the impact failed, Ye Qinghan persevered, wanting to completely engrave the imprint, and send and receive it freely.

The role of the imprint is very large, everyone's imprint is related to their own bloodline inheritance and secret magic powers, bless their own bloodline and secret magic powers, and can also bless talents, so that their cultivation exercises can get twice the result with half the effort!

Buzz――――――――

Boom――――――――

Jiang Jingtian's mark was also stimulated, a miniature version of the Qilin mark was engraved on the forehead with a lightning imprint, appearing and disappearing from time to time, sending and receiving freely, and the terrifying aura was permeated, 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 began to widen, the weak will always be weak, and the strong will always be strong!

The witch god was successfully sealed, and six generations were still alive, but Ye Qinghan was still beating the drum, and the imprint between his foreheads was too ethereal, and he could never break through to his forehead, and he couldn't send and receive it freely.

"What kind of mark is this?" Python Shenjiao frowned, seeing that the mark on Ye Qinghan's forehead couldn't be flushed out, and couldn't help but say to himself in surprise.

That imprint was too ethereal, exuding a difficult and difficult meaning, as if there was no life, and there was a sense of barrenness.

Many people put away their imprints and looked at Ye Qinghan's forehead, frowning, with doubts in their eyes.

The imprint is a natal thing from the soul, as long as it is a cultivator, it will be stimulated under certain circumstances, but all imprints are inseparable from the Great Dao Nature and the laws of all things, but Ye Qinghan's imprint does not seem to be in the five elements, and no one can recognize this imprint.

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

Jiang Jingtian stopped beating the drum and watched Ye Qinghan tirelessly beat the heavy drum, every time he struck, the mark between his forehead would emerge once, but the mark was indescribable, it obviously existed, but he felt that it did not exist, just like the barren chaos that had not been opened.

Ye Qinghan's eyes stared at the heavy drum, and began to burst out to bombard a heavy drum with all his might, the drumstick bombarded on the drum surface, I don't know what material the drum surface was almost smashed by him, and the great desolate monument in the sea bloomed with desolate light, filling the limbs and hundreds of remains, and the desolate power came out.

Boom――――――――

The heavy drum was blown away by Ye Qinghan's drumstick, the drum frame was shattered, and he rushed to the galaxy.

The imprint between the foreheads rushed out, engraved on Ye Qinghan's forehead, and slowly took shape!

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

"I've never heard of such a mark!" said the python god Jiao hoarsely to himself.

"It's not that I haven't heard of it, but there is no such mark in the Chaos Era!" said the second-generation witch god firmly.

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

Is there any other life beyond Chaos?

Everyone was full of doubts in their hearts, and they all looked at the second generation of witch gods, only he was the oldest, he came from the era of chaos, if he didn't understand, others didn't understand.

Just when everyone was puzzled, Ye Qinghan stopped beating the drum, and the mark stayed on his forehead for a moment.

Ye Qinghan mobilized the Great Wilderness Monument, directly took back the imprint to Zhihai, and was restrained again, becoming very ordinary.

At this moment, Ye Huangzhu got up from the palm of the sculpture, patted his small chest, and shouted, "I'm scared to death......

Wow!

Ye Huangzhu flew down from the sculpture and threw himself directly into Wu Qingqing's arms, his heart was beating very fast, and he seemed to be really frightened.

Whew――――――

Ye Qinghan exhaled a breath of turbidity, and Jiang Jingtian retreated to his position, his face was emotionless, but it shocked everyone.

"Your martial arts origin is not broken?" the second-generation witch god frowned and questioned.

"It's broken, but I've repaired it partially. Ye Qinghan replied blandly.

"The origin of martial arts is broken, how did you repair it?" The second generation of witch gods didn't believe it, and felt that they had been deceived by Ye Qinghan, if Ye Qinghan's martial arts origin was not broken, most of his plans would be frustrated, would Ye Qinghan really merge the mad sect into the Wu clan in order to cultivate Lord Ye Desolate?

That's obviously impossible!

Ye Qinghan is too cunning and will not give up his own interests for outsiders, and the same is true for children, the second generation of witch gods wants to use Ye Desolate Lord to eat the Mad Sect, but he wants to use Ye Desolate Lord and then use the Wu Clan!

Ye Qinghan shrugged his shoulders and said flatly, "Using the Chaos Origin, it can replace the Martial Dao Origin, but the Chaos Origin is too small, and it can only replace a part. ”

Ye Qinghan still didn't reveal his background, and he didn't want to expose his true strength, so that the Holy Land didn't dare to mess around.

"Chaos Origin ......" the second-generation witch god frowned, thinking that in the Chaos Era, there were indeed people who used the Chaos Origin to bless the Martial Dao Origin, but no one used the Chaos Origin to replace the Martial Dao Origin.

"What's your sigil?" the second generation of the Witch God asked again.

Ye Qinghan shook his head, he didn't know anything about the imprint, and he didn't know that everyone would have a specific imprint before, but this imprint could actually make his comprehension of the power of the wilderness easier, and his understanding of the Great Dao Ten Thousand Laws was even easier, and it was within reach, and now his confidence in building the Nine Transformations Chaos Dao Body was more than a hundred times stronger.

The second-generation witch god no longer asked, knowing that Ye Qinghan would not tell himself the secret in his heart, and he didn't want to fall out with him, so he nodded, glanced at the python god Jiao, and announced the end of the Jin Witch God Ceremony.

After all, everyone has come out with a big domain to gamble, and the fruit of victory is the entrance to Jedi holy places such as the Eternal Cloud Sky World, and the resources inside are enough for many gods to be promoted to the highest gods!

"The time of the gambling fight is scheduled in a year, and the location is arranged in the center of the Chaos Universe, Blue Sky City, where there is not any power of any holy land, there will be no danger, and there will not be any holy land to interfere with, everyone has no opinion, right?" the second generation of the witch god asked calmly.