The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

Yang Jian put the jade gourd on the low table with a solemn expression, opened the mouth of the gourd, and carefully drew out a turbid breath inside.

The great witch priest was also watching carefully. In fact, the great witch priest had already discovered the miraculousness of Yang Jian's Xuangong, but his inner pride kept him from asking.

Yang Jian pinched the wisp of earth qi on his fingertips, thought hard, and then simply took the wisp of earth qi into his body and experienced it carefully.

Soon, he understood the plight of the Wu clan.

What is the atmosphere?

Pangu revered the gods to open up the heaven and the earth, the clear air rose to the sky, and the turbid air descended to the earth; the earth's air on which the Wuzu lived was the turbid air of the earth that contained thousands of things.

Clear Qi is of great benefit to the cultivation of the primordial spirit, while turbid Qi is quite beneficial to the cultivation of the physical body.

Why do gods always like to live in high mountains? That's why.

I haven't heard that there are immortals who like to live in big holes in the ground, unless they are some blessed places.

The earth is emitting turbid air all the time. When the witch clan was prosperous, it spread all over the prehistoric five continents. Stepping on the ground, they were invincible first, and fought against the monster clan in charge of the heaven for countless years.

Now, the reason why the witch clan is in such a difficult situation still falls on the ancestors and witches Gonggong back then.

Gonggong smashed Buzhou Mountain, and after Buzhou Mountain toppled over, the sage had no choice but to take the black tortoise from Beiju Luzhou to support the sky on all fours.

After the Lich War, except for the part of the witch clan who was hidden in the underworld, the rest of the clan moved into Beiju Luzhou.

But after the battle between the Yellow Emperor and Chi You, the human race had prospered, and the Wu clan had no choice but to make a solemn oath not to step out of Luzhou in Beiju, so they were not driven to extinction by the human race.

However, the Earth Qi in Beiju Luzhou has been polluted by miasma. The Wu Clan has eliminated the remaining masters of the older generation, and the new Wu Clan can hardly practice anymore...

Although the witch clan occupies half of the continent, their situation is hundreds of times worse than that of the monster clan who are struggling to survive in the cracks!

This is also the reason why the Great Witch Festival didn't want Yang Jian to bother, unless it was an omnipotent saint, who else could get rid of the miasma accumulated in Beiju Luzhou for countless years? If the miasma is not eliminated, how will the descendants of the witch clan practice?

Fortunately, there is always a glimmer of life left by the Dao of Heaven.

After Chi You's defeat, a small part of the Half-Witch Tribe remained, at the border between Beiju Luzhou and Central Shenzhou, competing with the Yaozu for a small place to live.

The places where these half-witch tribes live can collect some earth energy, but due to the limited land veins, it is very difficult to collect earth energy.

Even so, the Wu Clan tribe barely survived with this, and trained a few descendants of the Wu Clan.

However, the semi-witch clan, who originally admired the witch clan very much, felt more and more that the witch clan was just a thug they 'raised' with earth energy, and became more and more disrespectful.

"So that's how it is," Yang Jian handed the jade gourd to the great witch priest, who did not refuse, with a bitter expression on his face.

"Oh, if my old friend sees this scene," Yang Jian sighed with emotion, sat there and began to meditate, thinking of some countermeasures for the Wu Clan and improving the environment a little.

The right is to return some favors to Empress Dowager Empress.

With that half-witch woman here, Yang Jian would never mention Houtu's name, for fear that she would speak badly.

"I'm sorry to bother the guests," the great witch said gratefully to Yang Jian. This old witch has lived for too long, so he can tell at a glance whether Yang Jian really cares about his witch clan.

Yang Jian shook his head, thinking over and over again, but fell into a deadlock.

The witch clan can't get out of Beiju Luzhou, and the miasma in Beiju Luzhou pollutes the ground. Non-sages can't get rid of the miasma, but saints won't do it for nothing.

"Is there any treasure that can dissolve some of the miasma here?"

"The miasma here is caused by the resentment of the mysterious tortoise, which has been born since the creation of the sky and the earth," said the great witch sacrifice.

"It's not about getting rid of the miasma in Beiju Luzhou," Yang Jian said, "it just needs to use treasures to purify this place and the earth veins underground here...or, it is to collect the miasma-laden earth air and purify it with treasures..."

The Great Witch Ji asked back: "What is the atmosphere of the earth?"

"Naturally, it is the turbidity between heaven and earth... I see, if the miasma can be dissolved, the turbidity will also be transformed into clean air."

Yang Jian suddenly realized, then patted his forehead, shook his head with a wry smile.

This is indeed a problem.

"Actually..." The Great Witch Ji looked at Yang Jian with a somewhat embarrassed expression, and hesitated to speak.

Yang Jian said with a smile: "If the Great Witch Festival has a way, just tell me. Although my strength is low now, it may not be impossible for me to soar to the sky in the future."

"Actually, there are two ways to resolve this situation." The Great Witch Ji looked at Yang Jian and said in a low voice, "I know a treasure that can absorb miasma without destroying the earth's energy."

"What?"

"It's an ancient strange beast, the dragon ball of the three-headed Bibo Jiao that has transformed into a dragon... Those three Bibo Jiaolong were originally born by inhaling miasma, but the dragon ball after transforming into a dragon only absorbs miasma."

Yang Jian's eyes lit up: "Then just kill a dragon?"

"This ancient strange beast was once a disaster. The Dragon Clan cherished their own luck and sent experts to exterminate these blue dragons." The great witch priest sighed, "Our experts went to the Dragon Palace to ask for the Dragon Balls of this Flood Dragon, but were told that all those dragon beads were destroyed by the Dragon Clan... for fear of karma."

Yang Jian was silent, this matter came back to his old father-in-law.

Wait a minute... a three-headed blue dragon?

Why did Yang Jian vaguely remember that in the legends of later generations, the three-pointed double-edged sword of Erlang God's weapon was to kill the dragon that caused disaster, and the corpse of that dragon was transformed?

In the dark, is this just letting me help the Wu Clan?

"To be honest, I have some friendship with the Dragon Clan," Yang Jian said, "I'll go to the East China Sea Dragon Palace to inquire later to see if there are still three Bibojiao alive."

The Great Witch Ji was not too excited, his wrinkled old face was just a little relieved, he nodded slightly, and said: "If we can find this treasure, our Wu Clan will thank you very much."

"Thank you so much, don't talk about it, just treat me as the queen..." Yang Jian paused, and said directly: "Think of me as doing something for that sister. What is the other way?"

The great witch priest sighed: "The descendants of my clan are all pure-blooded Xuanming queens. With a little cultivation, they can reproduce the prestige of our witch clan. They are brave and good at fighting, they can defeat every attack, and they will win every battle... Unfortunately, if we want to expel them from my witch clan, we need to find someone who can be trusted and entrusted to them."

In these words, there are hidden words.

Hearing the words of the Great Witch Festival, the 'bold' patriarch of the half-witch tribe next to him was shocked, and looked at the Great Witch Festival in disbelief.

"Great, great witch festival? What are you talking about?" The half-witch stuttered, "Pure-blooded witches, you want to send them out? This is absolutely impossible! Why don't you let them enter my tribe? I am willing to provide this place with 30,000 years of earth energy!"

"Hmph!" The Great Witch Ji snorted coldly, "What I'm talking about is someone you can trust."

"I'm your great-great-great-great-great-granddaughter!" The half-witch thumped her chest, "Why did you give it to this outsider! Could it be because he looks handsome?"

Yang Jian didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and looked at the great witch festival with some surprise.

Although the words of the Great Witch Festival were very euphemistic, the meaning in the words was obvious. I hope Yang Jian can take in those teenagers from the Wu clan... He hesitated in every possible way before, but also because he was afraid that it would be too abrupt to say it. Not only Yang Jian, but the clansmen might find it difficult to accept it.

Why?

Yang Jian is silent, just because he has the aura of the Empress Dowager?

No... people's hearts shouldn't be like this, even if all the Wu people are like Da Ang, they shouldn't be so rash.

Yang Jian looked at Da Wuji and asked, "Am I a trustworthy person?"

"If you and I can't believe it, who else can I trust in the Three Realms?"

The Great Witch Ji sighed slowly, telling the secret that Yang Jian didn't know:

"I'm afraid you don't know what it is that your sister gave you. With that heart and blood, even if you are wiped out, it can escort your soul to your sister."

"One drop of heart blood will cost your sister ten thousand years of cultivation and lose 10% of her blood. But as long as she is healthy, heart blood cannot be destroyed by others."

Yang Jian's expression was slightly shaken, he stood up suddenly, stared at Da Wuji, subconsciously lowered his voice: "How do you know what's on your heart!"

He didn't even tell Master Yu Ding about this matter! Of course, it was also because Daoist Yuding didn't ask.

The big witch priest raised his hand lightly, and the tent suddenly fell into a state of stagnation. Da Ang, the two witch tribe women, and the Poman patriarch of the half-witch tribe all stood still.

Yang Jian raised his hand and waved it, as if touching running water...

Stagnant time and space?

This supernatural power is too scary!

Only now did Yang Jian know that the Great Witch Festival he had been facing was not a simple Daluo realm, he might have stepped into the quasi-sacred realm, and he was a rare power in the world!

The raised hand of the great witch priest trembled again, and a white shadow flew out of Yang Jian's heart, turning into the appearance of a beautiful woman, standing in front of Yang Jian, looking at the great witch priest quietly.

The eyes of the Great Witch Ji were blurred by cloudy tears. He got up, knelt down and prostrated, calling him 'ancestor'.

It turns out that she has been...

Before Yang Jian could speak, the white shadow turned into a drop of blood again and penetrated into Yang Jian's heart.

Da Wuji wiped the corners of his eyes, gave Yang Jian an ugly smile, and sat back in his seat. With a wave of his hand, the sense of stagnation dissipated. Except for Da Ang who blinked violently for a while, the other three witches just felt a little dazed.

"How many teenagers in the Wu clan need me to bring out here?" Yang Jian asked directly.

The Great Witch Ji said softly: "The two hundred tribes that have been born in my Xuanming Tribe over the past ten thousand years have reached the point where they will be exhausted without enough Earth Qi. Those who live in seclusion in various parts of Luzhou in Beiju, and there are also a few tribes left by their ancestors. The number is almost the same everywhere, and the total number is 1,200."

The implication is that those clansmen who were born ten thousand years ago have almost turned into dry bones, and died of old age due to lack of earth energy cultivation.

Twelve hundred? Is this number a coincidence, or did the Great Witch Festival say it on purpose?

Yang Jian was silent again, just looking at the great witch sacrifice.

Shouldn't there be any prophetic powers? Great witch festival, witch festival, maybe there are some mysterious abilities that are different from Yuan Shen Dao's power.

Note: The 1,200 grass-headed gods circulated in myths and legends are by no means referring to the spirits of plants and trees.

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