The divine bird made the leaves light and cold. It couldn''t wash clearly. It couldn''t help humming and didn''t answer.


    There is a quarrel here. The second generation of witches and gods are in front, but they are tit for tat with Wu Ye. They don''t let each other. They are all competing for the ownership of the witches and gods.


    Wu Ye has his own decision and choice. Naturally, he doesn''t want to give up the position of witch God to Lord Ye.


    Wu ZuLong is the direct descendant of Wu ye and the direct descendant of the Wu family. His accomplishments are not lost to Wu alkyne. If the highest source had not chosen Wu alkyne, the six generations of Wu gods could not have been his. Wu ZuLong had long been taken away by Wu ZuLong.


    Wu ZuLong stands behind Wu ye, with eleven divine sons and goddesses standing behind him, competing with the second generation of witches.


    The whole witch family now only reveres the second generation of witches and gods, but there is not much family affection in it. For too long, where will there be family affection.


    Wu Ye holds the witch family together. The second generation of witches are very angry and their breath is getting colder and colder. Unexpectedly, Wu Ye dares to fight himself at this time. He doesn''t even want the face of the witch family.


    Each holy place looked at the internal strife of the witch family one after another. No one spoke, but looked quietly, hoping that both sides of the witch family would be hurt.


    Boom!


    Boa Shen Jiao smashed the table in front of him with his palm and strode forward with a beard on his face, but he could see that he was very angry.


    "How old are you? You really think you''re the patriarch and forget your ancestors?" Python God Jiao angrily scolded Wu ye, with a murderous look in his eyes.


    "We fear and respect our ancestors, but the premise is that the Wu clan is brilliant. If he foolishly gives the future of the Wu clan to a two-year-old child, I don''t agree on behalf of the Wu clan!" Wu Ye''s momentum burst out, showing his real combat power, and he can compete with the python God Jiao.


    WOW!


    The two gods turn into waterfalls, rush into the sky, rise and fall and suppress each other. Although Wu Ye is a little inferior, with his Wu family''s Secret skills, plus the ancestral tools and supreme divine power of the Wu family, python God Jiao may not be able to win him.


    Boom!


    The elders of the twelve families sent out a strong breath one after another, and cooperated with the divine Son and goddess to repel the python divine dragon in an instant.


    "Presumptuous! A group of villains, are you going to kill your ancestors?" roared the second generation of witches.


    Wu Ye stares at the second generation of witches and gods. He has a firm will. He sweeps the leaf waster. A two-year-old child is not frightened at the moment, but very excited. In his heart, he can''t help feeling that the baby is a bit of an idiot.


    "Grandpa, I beg you to remove the decision of the witch emperor to become a six generation witch God. If you are not filial, your children and grandchildren will never use force!" Wu ye said firmly, "which of the Twelve Gods and goddesses behind me is not more qualified to be a witch than a two-year-old child?"


    "Yes, ye QingHan and the witch clan don''t deal with each other. How can his son be a six generation witch God? This is not to hand over the inheritance of the witch clan?" said Wu ZuLong strongly.


    "Please think twice. No one in the witch family can help him. How can he be talented? You can ask the elite of the affiliated forces of the witch family, which God son they are willing to help become the six generations of witch gods!" said an old man with white hair in a deep voice.


    There are thousands of affiliated forces and elites of the witch family. They have a certain right to speak. Now the experts go together. Although they are silent, they have their own choices in their hearts.


    However, these elites have their own leaders, that is, the inheritors of Guangwu war style! The battle body is the battle body after all. In the past, the combat power may not be very good, but his future must surpass most people. Who can compete with the Supreme God?


    Guangwu battle body has its own vision. Who he wants to protect almost determines the attitude of all foreign strongmen.


    However, the inheritor of Guangwu war style has been closed for a long time. He disappeared not long after the sky was established and the road returned. At the moment, no one came forward to lead.


    The second generation of witches looked at the foreign people indifferently and said in a deep voice, "in those years, your ancestors supported the Father God and fought thousands of miles with me in order to survive. Now it''s your turn. Are you going to fight with me for the glory of the witches or stand against me?"


    All foreign forces bowed their heads, and the Guangwu battle body did not express its position, and no one wanted to express its position.


    On the table where ye QingHan was, Li Feng looked at ye QingHan curiously and said faintly, "since he is your son, don''t you make a statement?"


    "The second generation of witches want to use children to kill the crazy clan, but I want to use children to eat the witch clan. Now I''m not in a hurry to reveal the details. When he can''t afford it or needs my help, he will naturally speak." ye QingHan smiled back.


    Li Feng moved his fingertips and looked at ye QingHan''s cheap smile. He couldn''t help being cold. This guy''s heart is too big. The witch family has been inherited for so long. He actually wants to eat by relying on a child. It can be described as vicious.


    "Pervert!" said Li Feng stiffly.


    All the holy places don''t say anything. They are all watching a play. I hope this thing will completely split the witch family.


    Mo Li smiled and smiled in his eyes. Looking at the Wu family so noisy, even if he retreated today, the Wu family can''t go back to the past.


    Just when the crowd was silent, a figure crossed from the holy land of the witch family, rushed to the martial arts arena, stepped in front of the second generation of witches, with chaotic giant magic soldiers and light weapons. The vigorous body exuded a strong sense of war.


    Guangwu battle style Ling Shaoyu appeared. Although he is a inheritor, he has the prestige of Guangwu battle style in that year.


    Now the foreigners raised their heads and waited for him to make a statement.


    "Ling Shaoyu, the inheritor of Guangwu war style, pays homage to his ancestors!" the inheritor of Guangwu war style bows down and says.


    The second generation of witches looked at him indifferently and asked hoarsely, "I canonized the witch emperor as the sixth generation of witches. As a war body, do you help him?"


    Guangwu battle body Ling Shaoyu looked at Ye Huang''s bright eyes and learned that he was the son of Ye QingHan and Wu Qingqing. Looking at ye QingHan''s calm expression, he knew that the overall situation of the six generations of witches had been determined and there was no need to compete any more. He said firmly, "I''d like to help the six generations of witches grow! I''d rather die than regret!"


    WOW!


    Wu ye and other powerful patriarchs and elders are in an uproar, and the foreigners are also surprised. Unexpectedly, the inheritors of Guangwu war style choose to assist a two-year-old child instead of a powerful son of God!


    "OK!" the second generation of witches nodded solemnly, and the battle body said its position. The attitude of foreigners was almost determined!


    "Hit your heavy drum and wake up the foreign fatalistic gene. Today I want to clean up the door!" the second generation of the witch God was furious and waved his hand to Wu Qingqing to take the child away.


    Wu ye and others are shocked. Looking at the angry expression of the second generation of witches, they shout bad, and take the initiative to compromise, "I think twice. We are also for the sake of the people. We will never be selfish. The Witch King is so small. He is really not suitable to be a six generation witch God, and everyone doesn''t understand his talent and ability. If you force your will on us like this, wouldn''t the witch family be destroyed if it was a wrong decision?"


    "For the sake of the witch clan, please calm down!" many elders, gods and goddesses knelt on one knee and respectfully asked.