The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

In the barren mountain, twelve streams of blood wanted to soar into the sky, but were imprisoned by an inexplicable force, which suppressed the blood again.

Yang Jian sat in front of these teenagers, and performed eight or nine mystic arts, driving a stream of profound energy into the earth, absorbing strands of earth energy, and then releasing it around the twelve teenagers.

He actually kept a hand on the Wu Clan.

Because of Empress Houtu, although Yang Jian did not reject the Wu clan, he wanted to help them.

But this does not mean that he should tell the Wu Clan his secrets directly, especially his profound energy is a hundred times more precious to the Wu Clan than the Earth Qi, so he has to think more about it.

What the witches need is not ordinary earth energy, but a trace of 'Pangu true meaning' mixed with earth energy.

In the past, after Pangu created the world, the heaven and the earth wanted to reunite, so Pangu had to support the sky with his hands and put his feet on the ground, so that the heaven and the earth could not be closed, and finally died of exhaustion.

After Pangu's death, his body turned into everything in the world, the breeze, the clouds, the sun, the moon, the five mountains, the four poles...

Its blood turns into Taotao rivers, its veins into mountains and rivers...

In short, between this piece of heaven and earth, especially on the earth, all the imprints of Pan Gu's past are preserved.

What the Wu Clan really needed was to search for these nearly endless Pan Gu true meanings, so as to stimulate their own blood, continuously strengthen their physical bodies, and take the road of proving the Tao with strength.

The role played by the earth's energy is actually similar to that of 'vital energy', it is a kind of force of heaven and earth.

The reason why the Wu clan can't do without the earth's energy is only because they need Pangu's true meaning.

Yang Jian's eighty-nine mysterious skills are the mysterious skills left behind by Pan Gu's will after the creation of the world. Yang Jian has embarked on a tossing road from the very beginning, and has reached the present step by step.

Xuangong exchange blood, its precious blood contains endless vitality; Xuanqi Thousand Hammer, the subtlety of its profound energy, although I dare not say that it can be compared with the "Pangu true meaning", but it is better than the infinity.

Yang Jian alone can actually rejuvenate the witch clan. Within ten years, tens of thousands of 'witches' can be cultivated, and even many 'witches' can be transformed into 'war witches'.

But that was definitely not Yang Jian's intention, and it would not do him any good if he did that.

If the Wu clan is powerful, it is difficult to guarantee that what happened to Chi You back then will not happen.

As for Yang Jian, as long as he continues on the road to the limit of eight or nine Xuangong, when he reaches the end of this road at the eighth turn of Xuangong, or his blood is comparable to the blood of the ancestor witch, the profound energy will be similar to Pangu's true meaning...

Don't hold back, if those witches put all their hopes on him, maybe they will really do a lot of crazy things.

Yang Jian's heart is only to improve the living conditions of the lower Wu clan, and to train his own soldiers and horses by the way, not just to be a little good man in the wild.

He was protecting the Dharma for the twelve witches, sitting for a whole day and night for twelve hours.

During these twelve hours, Yang Jian had already extracted more than half of the earth's energy within a thousand li radius, and the barren mountain had begun to wither everywhere, but luckily it hadn't completely withered.

Finally, the more restless aura of the twelve paths gradually calmed down, and a pair of eyes opened almost at the same time, with radiance in both eyes, even more excited and excited.

Seeing this, Yang Jian also smiled, took back the profound energy that penetrated into the ground, turned it into twelve strands, and penetrated into the bodies of these twelve figures, allowing them to dissolve and understand in the future.

"Breakthrough?" Yang Jian asked.

Then I saw six figures jumping out of the cloud and mist, all of them were sturdy young men, their skin was yellowish, but they shone with a luster like the earth.

They are eight feet tall, with strong faces, four of them are rough and rough, and two of them are very handsome, obviously because they belong to different tribes and have the characteristics of their ancestors.

The animal skins on their bodies were too small to cover their unrestrained bodies; the muscles that contained great strength, the long hair draped over their shoulders, and the eyes reflecting Yang Jian's figure were full of fanaticism.

"Second master!"

The six witches knelt in front of Yang Jian, and bowed deeply, "Thank you, Second Lord, for helping me to break through! Give me a new life!"

"Get up, if you want to kneel in the future, just kneel on one knee."

Yang Jian nodded calmly, still a little unaccustomed to these witches giving big gifts without moving, he said: "Why don't you six come out?"

"We..." The witch whispered a few words, not daring to disobey Yang Jian, and one by one came out barefoot and bowed their heads.

As soon as they showed up, Yang Jian probably understood why the six of them dared not come out.

Originally, these twelve witches were thin and small, like twelve mud monkeys.

Yang Jian gave them precious blood, gave them profound energy, stimulated their blood, and tapped their potential, so that the twelve witches transformed into twelve witches, their own potential was initially tapped, and they became the normal appearance of the witches.

Looking at the six priestesses, each of them was tall and burly, and there were also four priestesses with rough faces. Although they had the femininity of women, they could not be called soft and beautiful.

And the two witches have beautiful faces, fair skin, long and silky hair, and a different kind of 'atmosphere' from the fairies of the human race.

It's just that the animal robes worn by these twelve witches are already too tight.

Fortunately, the man of the Wu tribe, the animal skirt around his waist has been turned into short pants, which can still cover himself.

But for the six witches, their bodies have changed too much from front to back, and there are only a few pieces of animal skin left on their upper bodies, barely covering their shame. And when bowing to Yang Jian, even animal skins fell...

"There are twelve battle armors here, which are used by the generals of the Heavenly Court. Put them all on."

Yang Jian held a small 'purse' in his hand, and pulled out twelve sets of light green armors from the purse, and each set of armor was equipped with a piece of clothing.

Although they are all magical treasures, they are not like fairy treasures, but at least they look majestic.

The six witches didn't shy away from it, and dressed up with the other six witch men, tied up their long hair together, tidied up, and stood in front of Yang Jian in good spirits.

How different from yesterday?

"You can't call yourself the Wu Clan in the future, you can only call yourself Beiju Luzhou Cultivator."

Six men and six women answered together: "Yes!"

Yang Jian said: "Stand by two according to your tribe, but remember, if you want to have sex with a man and a woman, you have to tell me first, and I will arrange a marriage for you."

The six men and six women looked at each other, and one of them said: "Don't you know, Second Master? We are all brothers and sisters, if not, the Great Witch Festival would not let us come. And in our tribe, although intermarriage with outsiders is prohibited, intermarriage between brothers and sisters is even more prohibited. It's just that each family is married to each other."

"So that's how it is," Yang Jian understood, but the Wu Clan knew a lot.

He gave the names of his twelve future commanders. These twelve witches came from the six remaining ancestral witch tribes of Xuanming, Qiangliang, Tianwu, Jumang, Xizi, and Liaoshou.

Yang Jian also named the twelve witches according to the natal magical powers of each ethnic group.

It's easy for him, all men are called Qi, and all women are called Luo, just add a surname in front, and you're done.

Xuanming is the ancestor witch of rain, so he was named Yuqi and Yuluo; Qiangliang is the ancestor witch of thunder, and there are also Leiqi and Leiluo.

Tianwu is the ancestor witch of wind, Xizi is the ancestor witch of electricity, Rushou is the ancestor witch of gold, and Jumang is the ancestor witch of wood... Except for the strange names of the man and woman from the Xizi tribe, Dianqi and Dianluo, the names of the other ten witches are not bad.

Because Yang Jian went to the Xuanming tribe, the twelve respected Yuqi and Yuluo. Without Yang Jian's order, these brothers and sisters would be the leaders of the twelve witches.

After all these were settled, the twelve revived Wu clan kowtowed their heads again to express their gratitude to Yang Jian.

Yang Jian asked again: "Have you ever learned the art of warfare?"

"Second Master, you're joking," Yu Luo couldn't help laughing, and quickly pressed her thick lips together, her wheat-like complexion was a little frightened.

Yang Jian was not strict with them, but asked, "Why did you say that?"

Yu Qi cupped his hands and bowed his head, and replied: "Second Master, our Wu Clan...the cultivators of Luzhou in Beiju, who knows how to fight? This is carved on our bones by our ancestors!"

"Before our health weakened, we fought with poison in the mountains and forests of Beiju Luzhou every day," Lei Qi also said, "The elders in the clan also hope that we can break through on our own one day."

"Empty words have no proof," Yang Jian pointed to the west side, "800 miles away to the northwest, there is a mountain top, and there are hundreds of monsters on the mountain, causing disasters. Among them are sixteen fairyland monsters and one real fairyland demon. You are limited to half a day to return from the expedition, dare to answer?"

The twelve commanders faced each other, and then shouted in unison: "No!"

Yang Jian waved his hand, and the Twelve Commanders turned around and ran, each using their own tribe's tactics, and ran towards the northwest!

Within half a cup of tea, the twelve 'boys and girls' of the witch clan had disappeared, but Yang Jian sat there peacefully and did not follow.

He followed the same path as the witch clan, all cultivating the body; of course Yang Jian could detect how powerful the twelve witches were at this time.

In this first battle, the opponents Yang Jian chose for them, if compared in terms of strength, the Twelve Witches were slightly weaker.

It is said that the Wu clan is good at fighting, but Yang Jian wanted to see if the twelve of them were just bragging.

About an hour later, a wave of monster energy appeared in the northwest direction, and then there was a continuous roar.

Among the roars, there was another shout of anger, and twelve streams of blood energy rose up like wolf smoke, but the streams of monster energy were continuously extinguished.

Being weak for thousands of years, walking towards the end of life step by step, is actually a very strong experience for the state of mind.

After the Twelve Commanders were reborn again, they urgently needed to vent their anger and test their fighting strength...

Half an hour later, the waves of monster energy all subsided, but in the distance, there was a powerful monster force flying towards the battle ground.

Yang Jian snorted coldly, jumped forward, cast a vertical golden light, and directly blocked the old demon in the fairyland that day. Without further ado, he slashed down with a sword, and then returned to the spot with the old demon himself.

After waiting for another hour, twelve figures flew over and knelt down on one knee in front of Yang Jian.

"Second Master! You have killed those monsters!"

"It's worthy of the name of being good at fighting." Yang Jian nodded with a smile, pointed to the black dragon next to him, and said, "Divide this thing and eat it, extract its body essence, and refine it for your own use."

"Thank you, Second Master, for the reward!"

The Twelve Commanders were so shocked that they didn't dare to joke in front of Yang Jian, and they ran back joking and joking all the way.

After a while, the twelve people began to grill the dragon.

Yang Jian looked at the reflection of fire in their eyes, and felt a little more relaxed.

It's better to hold hope in your heart than to be as bleak as ashes.