On the morning of the third day, the heavy drums of the Shaman Tribe and the memorial tablet of the Shaman Ancestor were brought out. The solemn and stirring sound of the drums soared into the sky. The muscles of more than ten burly men exploded as they continuously beat the heavy drums.
Dong dong dong!!!
The sound of the drum reverberated in the Sorcerer Ancestral Land. The Second Sorcerer God carried Desolate Lord Ye and stepped onto the training field.
The tables and chairs on the Martial Arts Practice Field were arranged neatly, enough to seat ten thousand people. The Twelve Clan elders of the Sorcerer Tribe came out one after another. The elite Divine Sons and Divine Daughters also jumped out, looking down at everyone as if they were all waiting for the position of Sorcerer God to fall on their heads.
Other than Ye Qinghan, the Serpent God, and Wu Qingqing, no one knew that the sixth Witch God had already been decided. Many people thought that the second Witch God was testing them.
The young elites of the Sorcerer Tribe looked disdainfully at the masses and emitted a powerful aura. Their fighting spirit soared into the sky, and no one wanted to be outdone.
It was only at this moment that the Holy Lands, the powerful forces, and the family clans were able to see the power of the Sorcerer Tribe. The two camps from back then were only the tip of the iceberg!
Twelve Divine Sons and twelve Divine Daughters. This was the foundation of the Sorcerer Tribe. Every inheritance had a Divine Son and a Divine Daughter. Their cultivation was similar to Wu Jiang's, but they lacked the supreme Origin. Once the Origin was added to their bodies, their cultivation would advance by leaps and bounds.
The twenty-four powerful warriors each led a group of inheritances as they looked at the statue of the Sorcerer God outside of the Sorcerer God Palace. They were extremely respectful and nervous. Their fingers trembled slightly as they waited for the Sixth Sorcerer God Ceremony to officially begin.
The second Sorcerer Lord had yet to appear, and the cultivators from the holy lands had all taken their seats. There were twenty holy lands, twenty camps, plus the Serpent Serpent and the Sorcerer Tribe from the Crazy Clan and the Divine Demon Territory. There were a total of twenty-three regions.
The four from Kuang Zong and Wu Jiang sat alone in a corner, not wanting to attract attention.
Ye Qinghan quietly appeared on the training field. He arrived beside the five people and sat down with a smile on his face.
"Are you alright?" Jiang Jingtian looked at Ye Qinghan and found that he wasn't missing anything or injured. He couldn't help but feel relieved.
Ye Qinghan smiled. "It's fine. Just wait for the show to start. This is just the prelude."
Everything was under control. Seeing Ye Qinghan's calm and collected appearance, they were relieved.
Wuuuu — — —
The bugle horn sounded, as if a war was coming, causing everyone to tense up in an instant.
The drumbeats were still ringing. The bugle horn for the attack made people's blood boil. Many of the weaker elites couldn't help but feel their hearts beat along with the drumbeats. Their blood flowed along with the sound of the bugle horn.
The Serpent Serpent's expression turned solemn at this moment, as if it had returned to the Chaotic Era. It clenched its fists tightly, and that sense of pride was engraved in its bones and would not fade away with the passage of time.
Youshen took a deep breath. He was just a child on the battlefield all those years ago, but the sound of the horns and drums left a deep impression on him. Every time the horns sounded, the war drums would soar into the sky. Corpses would pile up and rivers of blood would flow. It was a hellish scene, but it was also the most exciting sound.
Amidst the sound of horns and drums, the Second Witch God stepped out of the Witch God Temple. Wu Qingqing carried Desolate Lord Ye and followed closely behind. They kowtowed nine times in front of the Witch God's statue before stepping into the martial arts arena.
Desolate Lord Ye's pair of shifty eyes kept moving around as he stared at the crowd. His eyes seemed to be able to speak, attracting everyone's attention.
Everyone was shocked. Why did the Witch God bring a girl and a child here?
No one would have thought that Desolate Lord Ye was the only candidate for the sixth Witch God. The twelve God Sons and Goddess of the Witch Race obviously didn't believe that Desolate Lord Ye was the sixth Witch God. At this moment, they didn't have any emotions, only more nervous and expectant.
"Thank you gods for descending to witness the birth of the sixth Witch God. I express my gratitude on behalf of the Witch Race." The Second Witch God wore a chaotic robe, looking majestic and imposing.
"Congratulations, senior. I also congratulate the Witch Race on the birth of the sixth Witch God. I, Zi Sheng, sincerely hope that the sixth Witch God can lead the Witch Race to the peak and bring peace to the world." Zi Sheng stood up gracefully, looking dignified. His deep and powerful voice was mighty and mighty in the martial arts arena.
"Hahaha, thank you, little friend Zi Sheng. Please send my regards to the Zi Clan. I will pay a visit to the Zi Clan in the future and offer you a toast." The Second Witch God laughed.
"Congratulations, senior."
The heroes and gods all stood up to express their congratulations.
Even more people were staring at the second generation Sorcerer God. They wanted to see what kind of person the sixth generation Sorcerer God was to be able to make the second generation Sorcerer God kill him and destroy Wu Jiang, whom the supreme origin had chosen, in order to choose someone else.
The twelve God Sons of the Witch Race raised their heads and emitted powerful auras, hoping that the Second Witch God would notice them.
The Clan Elders of the Witch Race's major inheritances were also flushed, hoping that the sixth Witch God was a descendant of their bloodline.
Wu Ye, on the other hand, was very nervous. He felt that Desolate Lord Ye's appearance was too strange. As the clan leader, he didn't recognize him.
Ye Qinghan noticed Wu Jiang's expression. Although it was bitter and sad, the sadness of being abandoned was self-evident, but there was no hatred. Instead, it made people feel that he was a man.
Gu Qingyu patted Wu Jiang's shoulder, which was the most wordless consolation.
Zixian also patted Wu Jiang's shoulder and smiled, hoping that he would feel more comfortable.
Wu Jiang nodded with a bitter smile and said with a hoarse voice, "Thank you, seniors. I'm fine. I'm indeed not suitable to be the sixth Witch God. It's best if someone can replace me."
"Second Generation Senior, may I know who the new Sixth Generation Sorcerer is? Why don't you call him out and let everyone know? "Youshen said calmly.
"That's right. We also want to see which genius of the Witch Race can replace Wu Jiang." Everyone agreed.
The Second Witch God turned and looked at Wu Qingqing, indicating for her to carry Desolate Lord Ye out.
Wu Qingqing was so excited that her face was flushed. She carried the little guy out, but the crowd mistakenly thought that the Second Witch God had chosen Wu Qingqing to be the sixth Witch God. Suddenly, there was a lot of discussion in the martial arts arena.
The twelve God Sons of the Witch Race were suddenly angry. Even the Clan Elder and Wu Ye's faces turned ugly. They were dissatisfied with the Second Witch God's choice and wanted to object.
"I object!"
At this moment, the fire-type God Son of the Witch Race stepped forward and knelt on one knee. He looked at the Second Witch God with cupped fists and said in a deep voice, "Ancestor, Wu Qingqing's cultivation and talent are not enough to be the sixth Witch God. I don't understand why you made this choice? Please enlighten me! "
The twelve God Sons and Goddesses stepped forward and knelt on one knee in unison, as if they were fighting for a glimmer of hope for themselves.
With the God Sons stepping forward, Wu Ye and the twelve Clan Elders stepped forward to force the Second Witch God to change his decision.
The Second Witch God looked at everyone coldly and said with a hoarse voice, "When did I say that Wu Qingqing is the sixth Witch God? The real sixth Witch God is the child in her arms, the Witch Emperor! Who else objects? "
"What? A two-year-old child to be the sixth Witch God? "
At this moment, Wu Ye could no longer sit still. The twelve Clan Elders' faces were also ugly. This decision was better to let Wu Qingqing be the sixth Witch God! The position of the Witch God was so important. How could it be taken so lightly? This child's background was unknown. Who would agree?
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