The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

First, the three-pointed and two-edged spear was formed, and then the three thousand grass-headed gods returned to their positions. Recently, there have been many happy events.

It's just that, Yang Jian has to find a place to settle the three thousand Wu clan children, and he can't let them follow him to Yuquan Mountain, that would be too outrageous.

He wants to move out, not set up his own family...

With the garrison order given by the heavenly court, Yang Jian can station his private soldiers in Meishan. These private soldiers do not respect the heavenly court order, but they can receive the supply from the heavenly court, as long as they are controlled in a small amount.

Three thousand private soldiers are not too much for a big sect in Central China, let alone the increasingly powerful Heavenly Court.

"Also," Da Angshen said mysteriously, "The Great Witch Ji deliberately asked me to train these little guys, what do you think? Aren't you the Marshal of the Heavenly Court? How about giving me a head teacher?"

"Naturally, I can't ask for it." Yang Jian's eyes lit up, he was quite surprised by this, and said with a smile: "With you here, I can go out without worry, and I don't have to worry about them."

"Hey, why miss them!" Da Ang held the wine with one hand, patted his chest with the other, and had two free hands to gesture to Yang Jian.

The advantage of having more hands.

"They will be your soldiers in the future. Whether my Wu Clan children can gallop in this world again depends on whether you want to take them to fight in all directions!"

Da Ang was also a little drunk, and he said impassionedly, "I have been trapped in Beizhou for most of my life. It is a great benefit that these little guys can come out and absorb the earth's energy to cultivate at will! Yang Jian, Lord Zhenjun, you are really a great benefactor of our Wu Clan. Really, I don't want to talk politely!"

"It's too serious," Yang Jian blushed for a while. His starting point for helping the Wu Clan was just to care about the favor of Empress Dowager Tu.

Da Ang praised him a few words with his tongue, Yang Jian moved away from the topic, and started to talk about ancient things with Da Ang.

What Da Ang said was naturally "how despicable and shameless the monster clan is" and "how ambitious the monster clan is", but there were many allusions that Yang Jian was interested in.

For example, now there are several powerful quasi-sages in the Yaozu, the division of combat power and "ranks" of the Wuzu, and so on.

War witch is not a state, but a kind of evaluation obtained within the clan.

The witch tribe is divided into four levels: shaman, war shaman, great shaman, and ancestral shaman. Only those with the most shamans, strong combat power and contributions to the tribe can be awarded the title of war shaman.

There are only twelve ancestral witches, which are predestined by nature and cannot be increased. Even if you practice to a very strong level, you cannot call yourself an ancestor shaman.

The word 'ancestor' is as heavy as the sky.

There are very few big witches. Among the Wu tribe, big witches are the concentration of 'power', and it is also a proof of strength.

To become a great witch, one must be recognized by other men, women, old and young in the tribe, make great contributions to the witch tribe, and be powerful enough to protect the entire tribe.

Da Ang is one of the few great witches of the Xuanming tribe. The two women and one man who followed him this time are also experts in their respective tribes, but they have not reached the level of Da Ang, they are just war witches.

Unexpectedly, Da Ang has a talent for telling stories, and when talking about some 'nursery rhymes' circulated among the Wu clan, Yang Jian was also a little fascinated.

Unknowingly, two days later, a group of dragon masters found Fei Shuo and escorted Fei Shuo to the prehistoric Wubu Continent.

Yang Jian naturally went out to meet each other, said a few words of thanks, and returned to the shuttle to continue listening to Da Ang's talk about ancient wars.

The speed of the Dijiang River is unmatched in the world, and it flies across the sky in a blink of an eye;

Zhu Jiuyin decided that the universe is long, maybe he still locked himself in a certain time at this time.

Xuan Ming Hou Tu waved his long sleeves, Zhu Rong and Gong Gong did not know how to fight, the wind, rain, thunder and lightning blew together, and the wind swept across the world...

First, there is the prosperity of the Wu clan, and there are thousands of clans in the world, of different sizes.

The Eastern Emperor Taiyi claims to lead the order of the Taoist ancestor, unifying the prehistoric and wild tribes other than the witch tribe, and named it 'Yao', which means that all things can be cultivated.

The Witch Clan did not hold any hostility towards the Monster Clan. Even as Pangu's orthodox Witch Clan, they generously gave up the sky to the Monster Clan's initial demands.

But the monster clan rules the sky, and the witch clan manages the land. This kind of peace is only maintained in the era when the monster clan's ambitions expanded but their strength was insufficient...

Among the monster clan, the emperor is handsome and romantic, the Eastern emperor is talented, the demon master has poisonous tricks, and the ten demon saints each show their magical powers. In addition, Nuwa and Fuxi, who opened up the Demon Court together with the two demon emperors, quietly disappeared, concentrating on enlightening the Dao.

That was the most glorious era of prehistoric times.

Taoist Patriarch Zixiao Palace gave a lecture, no one in heaven and earth became a saint, chances are still there, the way of heaven is not so strict, and strange people and strange things happen one after another.

It's a pity that when the bell rang in the heavenly court, the two clans of liches buried the entire ancient world, the demon court collapsed, and the witch clan was shattered...

"Oh, I think that I, the survivor of Pangu, was so bullied by the monster clan, and calculated like that by those high-ranking figures!"

When Da Ang spoke up to this point, he was already drunk.

Yang Jian asked strangely: "Scheme?"

"It's not a scheme! Hmph!" Da Ang sneered, "I'm telling you that you might not know it, but I heard a few great witch priests say a few words. In this world, there are some people who can't see the saints who are sanctified in the flesh, and that's why they suppressed my witch clan! It's the reason for the current prosperity of Yuan Shen Dao!"

"Da Ang! Keep your voice down!" A witch woman scolded, "What are you talking about!"

Da Ang rolled his eyes, embraced himself with four hands, leaned against it and passed out.

In this world, there are some people who can't see the appearance of saints who are physically sanctified, so there is a prosperous age of Yuan Shen Dao...

With these words circulating in Yang Jian's mind, he smiled and said, "It's okay, he drank too much."

The woman of the Wu clan relaxed now, seeing that Yang Jian didn't care about it, she didn't worry much about it.

When Da Ang woke up, they had already returned to the center of the prehistoric world - Wubuzhou.

Yang Jian bid farewell to the masters of the Dragon Clan, said that he would go to the Dragon Palace to pay a visit later, and then flew to Beiju Luzhou with the impatient Da Ang and the others.

Going back to the Xuanming Tribe, Yang Jian felt that the place was a little more angry; the Luck Sinan gave someone away, but I don't know if the Luck here has increased.

As soon as the three-headed blue dragon pearl after the dragon transformation was delivered, and a skylight used by the witch clan to save lives, several great witch priests appeared in a hurry, thanked Yang Jian, and took it to set up some secret place.

Yang Jian found a quiet corner to meditate, thinking carefully about the news he had received recently.

Daozi Tianyan is definitely a mysterious and powerful person who will be involved with him in the future. He is unpredictable and holds the Chaos Clock.

He told Yang Jian that there will be a big reckoning in the world in the future, and the meaning of "reversal of life and death" may refer to those who have called the curtain call, and may have a chance to come back.

This kind of thing is indeed possible to happen in Honghuang.

One's own strength, of course, the stronger the better, there is no way to stop and relax.

Da Ang probably will hang out with him in the future, and together with the three war witches who went to Tianfang Kingdom this time, help him train the 3,000 witch clan children who are about to be sent.

These people left their hometowns to join Yang Jian, and Yang Jian also wanted to find a place for them to settle down; in future battles, he had to try his best to reduce their casualties, so that he could be worthy of Empress Empress' love for him.

"The body is sanctified," Yang Jian yearned a little in his heart.

That should be the realm of the Great God Pangu... I don't know if I will have the day to ascend.

The scenery there must be very comfortable.

...

Three days later, Yang Jian left Beiju Luzhou without taking anyone with him, and headed straight for Yuquan Mountain.

First I visited the master, listened to a few words of teaching from the master, and then met my mother and younger sister.

When trapped in the Wuchen Realm, Yang Jian thought a lot, and missed his mother and little sister a lot. This time, Yang Jian took the time to get together with his relatives for a few days, and then he summoned twelve commanders and took them to the new home...

Meishan.

When Yang Jian chose the place to garrison in Tianting that day, he chose left and right, and only then did he choose Meishan.

This is certainly due to the "Seven Friends of Meishan", but what Yang Jian did was to cut off the cancer at the junction of Beiju Luzhou, Zhongshenzhou, and Xiniu Hezhou.

From a distance, Yang Jian saw the monster aura rising into the sky.

The twelve commanders following behind hurriedly reported forward, explaining all the things they investigated about Meishan.

The more he listened, the more Yang Jian frowned.

Meishan is surrounded by poor mountains and bad waters, but there are also many places full of aura.

If you occupy Meishan by yourself, you can enter Xiniu Hezhou in the west and Luzhou in Beiju in the north, which will even strangle the gateway to the northwest of Central China.

Get rid of the monsters here and build a town; turn the place where the monsters gather into a place for human monks to barter for things, and he can also earn some taxes from it to feed a soldier. Isn't this a good thing for the best of both worlds?

Previously, what Yang Jian had always thought was that he would first go through the catastrophe of conferring the gods, and then proceed to arrange the matter of Meishan.

But after going out for a walk, Yang Jian changed his mind a little, and felt that he was building a party force, which was actually improving his own strength in disguise.

The situation of conferring the gods is still the same, there is still more than half a year before the princes of the four towns enter the court song.

As long as he thinks that Daji has been placed in the Dragon Palace by himself, and that the Conferred God will inevitably undergo some changes, Yang Jian has some expectations in his heart...

More than half a year of effort is enough to tidy up Meishan by myself.

Three Thousand Grass Head Gods are still in Beizhou, and even if they come out, they will not be able to form combat power in a short time.

The Twelve Commanders seem to have gained some benefits from Daoist Yuding, and their respective combat powers are considered to have entered the room. Although they are far inferior to the leaders of the Yaozu, they have great potential to win.

In terms of combat strength, he was the only one with twelve boys and girls of the Witch clan.

Above Meishan, the aura of the monster clan is very mottled. Yang Jian roughly sensed that there are at least hundreds of thousands of monster clans, and there are tens of thousands of little monsters comparable to heavenly soldiers.

Tens of thousands of troops, more than a hundred golden fairy monster clans, and the breath of a few big Luo golden monsters...

The strength of these monster clans, in fact, Yang Jian can single-handedly fight alone; but what Yang Jian wants is long-term stability in the future, and he must win with force, so that the monster clans are afraid of the power of this place and dare not come back to make mistakes.

Troops...

"It seems that we are going to borrow troops."

But is this borrowing of soldiers going to the Heavenly Court or the Dragon Palace?

Yang Jian closed his eyes and thought about it, and was really undecided for a while.