The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

Yang Jian was quickly defeated, cupped his hands, and walked quickly towards the thatched hut of the Great Witch Festival.

When Yang Jian entered the hut, Dahua couldn't bear it anymore, raised his head and shouted, and went to scratch Da Ang again.

But with a bang sound, a heavy object slipped from Dahua's body and fell to the ground. Daang squatted down secretly, picked it up and looked at it, smiled apologetically, and gave the object to Dahua.

"Don't make trouble, let's not make trouble, you see you dropped this thing, don't cry."

"Do you think I'm a three-year-old child!" Dahua gritted his teeth and cursed, picked up the little 'shield' in his hand, and blinked immediately.

"Forget it, forget it!" Dahua sighed, with a hint of distaste in his eyes, "Just let this Dragon Palace Prince make do with it. Sigh, it's such a good relationship, how come you just wiped it out like this!"

Da Ang chuckled, "Look, it's earthy."

"Here you are! I'll give you everything!" Da Hua took out three gourds in one breath and threw them to Da Ang.

Da Ang was overjoyed and carried the gourd to the room of Da Wu Ji.

"Patriarch, why did we confiscate..."

"Hmph, it's useless to take those things back, just treat it as a good relationship with Yang Jian. Let's find a place to stay for a while, I want to see what they are going to do."

The thatched hut of the Great Witch Festival? This Dahua absolutely does not want to go back.

Soon, Dahua saw that all the great witch priests she knew came here, and they didn't come alone, they all brought two 'old witches'

After Yang Jian entered the thatched hut, he stayed there for a long time before he came out. When he came out, there were already twelve elderly witches standing in front of the thatched hut.

These are six men and six women. Calculated according to the lifespan of the pure blood ancestral witch tribe, they are not even teenagers and girls at this time, but they don't have enough earth energy. They can only live to the threshold of 10,000 years when they cultivate the tribe...

"What is this Wu Clan doing?" Dahua muttered, watching from the corner.

After Yang Jian walked out, he looked at the twelve teenagers and girls of the Wu clan, and behind them were six thin and emaciated Wu clan great witch priests.

A great witch priest said something in the witch language, and the twelve 'boys and girls' all burst into tears.

The great witch priest scolded him severely, and the twelve witches slowly knelt down in front of Yang Jian, prostrating.

After knocking three times, Yang Jian quickly helped them up and said a few words in a gentle voice.

Yang Jian took out a small boat, let twelve Wu people stand on the boat, said goodbye again, and set the boat up to the sky.

"Do you really want to send a pure-blooded witch clan to Yang Jian?" Dahua blinked, thinking about it, and said coldly: "What you saw today, you all have to pretend that you didn't see it, and don't go out and talk nonsense, do you hear me?"

The women in battle armor responded in unison.

These twelve 'old men' of the Wu clan...

Standing at the stern of the boat, Yang Jian looked at the twelve old-looking witch men who were dying, and the sigh in his heart never stopped since he left the witch clan.

He was flying towards the southwest, and he had no plans to return to the Dragon Clan to pick up Xiao Chan'er for the time being, there were still many things to do.

Half a day later, Yang Jian set up a boat and took the twelve shamans to the border between Beiju Luzhou and Zhongshenzhou. After a little thought, he found a barren hill and brought the twelve shamans down.

Looking for a mountain with no aura but beautiful scenery, Yang Jian looked at the twelve witches in front of him, observing whether they were backlashed by the oath of the witch clan.

This is no longer the land of Beiju Luzhou, and the state of the twelve of them has not changed from before.

Obviously, the cruel words of those great witch priests who expelled twelve of them from the Wu clan, and the Wu clan no longer recognized them, had some effect.

These twelve witches didn't have much energy in their eyes, and even had a little will to die. When Yang Jian asked them to come down, they tried to move as fast as possible, and then waited for Yang Jian's next instruction...

With a swipe of Yang Jian's palm, a boulder beside the stream flew towards him and landed behind Yang Jian.

Lifting the hem of his robe, Yang Jian sat down on the stone in a majestic manner, and asked the twelve people to announce their names.

"Owner……"

A thin-faced witch said in a low voice: "When we were expelled from the clan, our names were also withdrawn. Besides, we can't help you, Master... If you have any orders, just tell us."

Yang Jian looked at her, but the witch lowered her head and dared not say anything.

They were still wearing animal robes, barefoot, wrinkled skin, and hungry faces.

Yang Jian asked: "Do you think that the great witch sacrifices sent you to me?"

"Isn't it?" A "young man" of the Wu clan asked back, then his eyes turned red, and he also looked down at the ground.

"Yes, and no, they just want me to save you," Yang Jian sighed, raised his hand, and he summoned a wave of earth energy within a hundred miles around him, surrounding the twelve witches.

Their bodies trembled suddenly, but then they showed some sad expressions.

Such abundant earth energy is enough to allow them to break through in hundreds of years and become a true 'Witch', but...

Among the twelve witches, the longest lifespan may not last more than a few decades... They are all members of their respective tribes who are about to die.

In Beiju Luzhou, so many descendants of the Wu Clan were like this, wasting thousands of years in vain, relying on the earth's energy to maintain their lives at a minimum, and survived one hopeless spring and autumn after another.

"You must know where the witch clan's depression is. But simply relying on the earth energy provided by the half-witch clan is never enough for you."

Yang Jian's voice was unhurried, and he just told them these reasons, "And you are another hope of the Wu Clan. Although I need you to serve me, when there is no war on weekdays, you can also collect the earth energy from all over the place and send it to Luzhou in Beiju."

"I will definitely not stop you in this matter."

Yang Jian said decisively, but the twelve witches were shocked and looked up at Yang Jian.

"Is what you said true?"

"Naturally don't lie," Yang Jian smiled, "The great witches of your six tribes all choose to trust me, why don't you believe me?"

"But..." a witch shouted sadly: "Why us? We are dying soon, why don't we choose twelve who still have longevity..."

Before she finished speaking, Yang Jian raised his hand to stop her.

"I always like to do things that other people can't do, and the twelve of you are the agreement between me and your family's great witch festival," Yang Jian said, "If within three years, I can let the twelve of you make a breakthrough, stimulate the blood of the witch clan, become real witches, and enjoy one yuan and longevity.

All twelve witches were shocked.

1,200 children of the Wu clan? If everything is like what Yang Jian said, one by one can survive outside, and continue to collect Qi and send it back to the clan...

Then, those tribesmen who died early due to insufficient qualifications, can, can they live for nearly ten thousand years like them?

Every newly born Wu Clan can get the same Earth Qi, but even the tribes directly related to the Zu Wu Clan have different aptitudes.

Not all the newborn witches can live for ten thousand years like these twelve witches.

And they, although they know that the real masters of the older generation in the clan are all immortal, they also know the history of the Wu clan...

"Master!" A shaman knelt in front of Ye Yang Jian, "Please help us! We are desperately trying to break through, so that more clansmen can come out with you!"

Relying on the twelve of them, they are still too weak to help the Wu Clan too much.

But if there are 1,200 Wu Clan children... what Yang Jian said, there must be a lot to do!

"Stand up, you don't have to kneel in front of me without moving, and you don't have to call me master," Yang Jian's voice was a little harsh, and the twelve witches got up quickly, and two of them trembled and almost fell down.

Yang Jian said: "I will make three chapters with you first."

All twelve witches listened carefully.

"The fundamental reason for the decline of the Wu Clan is the failure of luck. This is a matter of days and cannot be reversed. After you follow me, you need to keep this in mind. You can help the Wu Clan ease the plight, but don't think about it! Otherwise, it will just harm you Wu Clan!"

The Twelve Witches hurriedly said: "Master, don't worry, all the children of my Witch Clan know about the half-witch Chi You borrowing soldiers in the past, so I don't dare to think about it like this."

"We just want to make life a little bit better for the clan..."

Yang Jian raised his hand, and the twelve quickly shut up.

"Also, don't call me master in the future, just call me second master."

The twelve witches shouted in unison: "Second Master."

Yang Jian's eyes were bright: "Third, I allow you to go back to the Wu Clan to send the spirit of the earth, but there is also a charter. You make an oath now that you will not let the Wu Clan know anything about me."

Under Yang Jian's gaze, the twelve witches made up their minds one by one.

"As long as master... as long as you promise, Second Master, that we can send the Earth Qi back, our life will be yours!"

"Second Master! Whether you want us to hurt the world or steal the law, we have been expelled from the Wu clan, and we will be your subordinates from now on!"

"Although the strength of the twelve of us is worthless in your eyes, our ancestors are all indomitable powers in this world! We will never say anything that violates today's oath!"

Yang Jian nodded calmly, "Swear."

The twelve witches knelt down in front of Yang Jian, and made vows to their ancestors to be loyal to Yang Jian today, so I won't go into details.

After the oath was over, Yang Jian breathed a sigh of relief, slowly stood up, raised his hand, and dissipated the abundant earth energy around him.

Yang Jian said: "Follow me, you must pay attention to what you say and do in the future. Sit cross-legged, and I will let you break through the realm today."

Breakthrough today?

The twelve witches were still surprised, but sat cross-legged according to the words.

With a wave of Yang Jian's hand, twelve strands of profound energy burst out and penetrated into the chests of the twelve witches.

The twelve witches were stunned for a while, and then all of them looked uplifted, their bodies were like thunder, and there was a sound like a mountain roar and a tsunami!

Yang Jian thought for a while, these twelve witches are the twelve commanders under his account, and they should lay a better foundation for them.

He took out the Demon Slayer Sword and cut his wrist, forcing out twelve drops of blood, which fell on the chests of the twelve witches...

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