The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

Yang Jian has never suffered such a serious injury since practicing.

Of course, this is also because he has just cultivated for more than 500 years, and he has only fought against others a few times, and there may be even more miserable situations in the future...

When he was unconscious in the air, what he couldn't let go of was actually the monster in the Black Mountain.

After all, it was the monster he created. If he was in a coma, the monster would wreak havoc across Beiju Luzhou, and even rush out of Beiju Luzhou...

You have to recover quickly.

Before Yang Jian Yuanshen closed itself, the only thing in his mind was this thought.

Perhaps it was because he had always had such an idea in his heart, and because of the incomparable mysteries of the Eighty-Nine Mysterious Kungfu, he swallowed more than ten kinds of elixir given by his master in one breath, and it happened that several kinds of elixir could exert their medicinal power...

In short, when he fell into the valley and was carried away, the big bones in his body began to emit crystal brilliance, the precious blood quickly regenerated, and the wound on his chest began to heal quickly.

Originally, such an injury could have been endured by Da Luo Jinxian, and it would take a year and a half to heal on the premise of maintaining his sanity.

But Yang Jian's whole body recovered after seven days, and three layers of dead skin fell off his chest. The wound was completely closed, like a baby's skin, with a faint brilliance.

The vitality of heaven and earth was slowly absorbed by him, and gray 'springs' gradually appeared in various parts of the treasure body. Profound energy flowed out of these springs, from trickling streams, converging into great rivers, and finally surging through the whole body.

Although he has not yet returned to his peak strength, he has survived this difficulty safely.

Before people wake up, the sound moves first.

"Cough! Cough cough!"

Yang Jian, who was lying on the stone bed, coughed twice, turned his head suddenly, and at the same time opened his eyes, a mouthful of blood spurted to the side.

The blood stasis was full of poisonous miasma, accompanied by a little bit of heavenly fire energy, after Yang Jian vomited it out, he felt healed all over his body, there was no hindrance, and his breathing became much smoother.

His eyes were a little foggy, and although his body had recovered, his head felt a sharp pain, and he wanted to get up slowly...

"Hey! Don't move!"

An extremely gentle voice came from the side, Yang Jian looked for the sound, and couldn't help being stunned.

He was stunned, but it wasn't because he saw some fairies and beauties, nor was he seeing any monsters, it was purely because the contrast between that gentle voice and the burly man he saw... was too great.

Standing beside the bed was a tall man, with fleshy muscles, covered with animal skins, and long hair tied into a pile of pigtails. He was the most 'rough' looking person among all the people Yang Jian had seen before.

The man had a hole in his left ear that was as thick as a little finger, and a small snake hung on it. The little snake was spitting out a scarlet letter at Yang Jian, like a thin flame.

This person's face is a little... ferocious, it seems to be a human race, but it doesn't look like a human face. There is a thunder and lightning mark on his forehead, if you look at it a few more times, the thunder and lightning seem to come alive...

"Thank you for your help," Yang Jian endured his headache and slowly sat up, looking for the source of the headache, and touched the back of his head.

what happened? There is actually a big 'bag'?

If he just fell from the air, even if the height at that time was ten times higher, according to his physical strength, it is impossible to leave even the slightest scar.

How did this bag come about?

Why does it seem like someone is looking at the back of the head with a stick? Who has this ability but doesn't kill himself? The more you think about it, the more ridiculous it becomes.

The big man rubbed his hands, and Yang Jian realized that this man had four arms...

What the master told him back then still echoed in his ears, and a single word came out of Yang Jian's mouth suddenly.

"witch?"

"Hey!" The man seemed very cautious, rubbing his big hands, looking at Yang Jian with narrowed eyes, and asked tentatively, "Human?"

"En!" Yang Jian nodded, feeling inexplicably emotional in his heart, and slowly stood up, only to find that he still had to look up to this big man of the Wu clan.

"Thank you fellow daoist for your help."

"No, no, my father and I hit you with a stick, ah, that's not right!" The burly man became more and more confused as he spoke, but he panicked, shaking his four hands in various ways, and took two steps back.

In Yang Jian's feeling, this person was very powerful, at least he felt a little pressure.

The burly man of the Wu clan laughed a few times, turned his head and ran away, still shouting: "Great sacrifice! Great sacrifice! The guy from the human race is awake!"

Yang Jian couldn't help but smile, and glanced at himself, there was nothing rude except that the fairy clothes were damaged.

Taking two steps forward, I looked in the direction where the big Wu clan man ran away, and saw a section of cave, and the sun was shining brightly outside the cave.

He controlled Xuanqi to slowly melt away the 'big bag' on the back of his head, and a domineering force remained in the big bag. When Xuanqi repaired Yang Jian's body before, he did not expel this power from his body.

But at this time, Yang Jian used profound energy to induce it, and was surprised to find that this power could be slowly assimilated by profound energy...

Could it be fate?

The Wu family was born in the flesh and blood of the great god Pangu, and they practiced the profound arts left by the great god Pangu, and they had a long-standing relationship with Empress Houtu.

One fell down from the sky, and even landed on the territory of the Wu Clan; he was beaten with a stick in a coma, and found that the power left by the Wu Clan in his wound could be assimilated by himself...

"witch……"

Yang Jian let out a soft sigh, and had already walked into the sunlight, subconsciously covered his eyes with his arms, but then frowned.

It was not sunlight, but a fireball condensed with supernatural powers, hanging under the 'vine frame' that covered the sky, emitting white-hot light.

And under this ray of light is a dilapidated village built in a valley.

Half of the houses in the village are low wooden houses, and half are caves dug on the mountain wall.

There are hundreds of houses here, and there are also hundreds of caves on the two sides of the stone walls. Some figures can be seen inside, but most of them are skin-wrapped, strange-faced Wu people, without the slightest life.

Desolate, declining, lifeless.

This was Yang Jian's first impression of the Wu tribe in this place.

Is this the witch clan? Is this the witch clan who ruled the world with the monster clan back then?

Even if the Wu Clan is at fault, but the descendants of the Pangu God have fallen to such a point, wouldn't the Dao of Heaven recite the merits of the Pangu God to open the sky, and give them some blessings?

Yang Jian had some inexplicable feelings in his heart.

The Witch Clan and the Human Clan are similar in appearance, almost innate, so there were many people who intermarried with the Human Clan in ancient times. When the Human Clan was enslaved by the Monster Clan, it was the Witch Clan who stood up for the Human Clan, allowing the Clan to develop gradually.

After the Lich War, there were many tribes in the human race who were naturally good at fighting, and it was also because of the remnants of the blood of the witch clan.

Chi You is the best example. He was also half human and half witch back then, but he became a great witch. He competed with the Yellow Emperor for supremacy in the world, and wanted to win the luck of the human race, but in the end he died and struggled in vain.

——In the eyes of the human monks, Chi You is more inclined to be called a witch, rather than the leader of the Jiuli tribe of the human race.

But even so, the monster clan that slaughtered the human race in ancient times is still calling the wind and rain at the junction of Wubuzhou. Why did the witch clan decline so far?

The big man of the Wu tribe was running towards a slightly larger thatched hut, shouting 'big sacrifice', 'big sacrifice' all the way.

The thatched hut looked like a big bowl turned upside down on the ground. It should be the place where the most powerful people in this tribe lived.

The curtain of the thatched hut was lifted, and a thin old man about half a zhang tall came out, followed by two Wu clan women who were about ten feet tall. Although the two Wu clan women were not sweet in appearance, they were by no means ugly.

There is a kind of majesty... the majesty of a strong woman.

"Great sacrifice! Look!" The big man of the Wu tribe pointed at Yang Jian, "He's awake! Hahaha! Xiao Ang's stick doesn't count!"

that stick...

On the contrary, the short and thin old man looked more like a human race, and said directly to the big man: "What are you doing in a daze! You still haven't invited guests over! The clan hasn't entertained guests for a long time, have you lost all your courtesy?"

"Etiquette? What is it?" The big man of the Wu tribe was a little at a loss.

Yang Jian laughed a few times when he heard the words, and strolled here from not far away. His eyes could not help but scan the various caves. He saw many thin and thin young witches, and his brows were slightly frowned.

Spiritual consciousness swept across the valley. There are thousands of witch clans here, but only a few dozen physically strong ones. The others are all lying down and sitting. A few witch clan youths have exhausted faces...

If Empress Houtu saw that her family had fallen to this point, she would definitely feel uncomfortable.

After the appointment on the other side, it has been five hundred years since Yang Jian didn't dare to have any unreasonable delusions in his heart, but he never forgot about it.

"Guest, hurry up, please come inside." The skinny big witch greeted Yang Jian warmly, he was too old to tell whether he was a man or a woman.

"Well," Yang Jian responded dully, followed the great witch priest into the room, and under the guidance of the great witch priest, sat on a futon with a low table in front of him.

The big man of the Wu tribe and the two girls of the Wu tribe were talking in a low voice, but they were talking in a language that Yang Jian couldn't understand, gurgling and nasal.

This should be the ancient witch language.

The great witch priest asked straight to the point: "You have the aura of the ancestors of my family, the ancestors of Houtu, dare to ask, but are you related to the ancestors of Houtu?"

"To be honest, I have received a lot of favor from Empress Houtu," Yang Jian said softly, got up and bowed, "I was seriously injured in fighting with others before, and fortunately the nobles rescued me. I don't know, but is there anything I can do for you?"

"You are welcome, since you are a friend of my ancestors, we should treat you with courtesy." The great witch priest smiled dryly, "And we didn't do anything, you healed yourself."

Yang Jian thought for a while and said, "I saw this place..."

The great witch priest raised his hand, stopped Yang Jian from continuing, and said seriously: "Although my witch clan has fallen here, I don't want to be given by others. If the guest wants to say, I should take it back."

Yang Jian was dumbfounded.

I never thought that the Wu clan would be so proud. He really wanted to ask what happened to this place just now, so he could help think of countermeasures.

But after thinking about it, the great powers who have friendship with the Wu Clan don't know how many people, if these problems are so easy to solve, the Wu Clan will not be reduced to such a point.

Yang Jian sighed in his heart, bowed his hands to the great witch priest, and was about to sit down when he heard a chuckle from outside the cottage, it was a woman's voice...

"Da Ang? I heard people say that you picked up a handsome human man? Why, sell it?"