Chapter 115: Northern Wilderness

Since practicing, Yang Jian has not suffered such a serious injury.
Of course, this is also because he has just practiced for more than five hundred years, and he hasn't fought against others a few times. There may be even more miserable situations in the future...
When he was in a coma in the air, the thing he couldn't let go of was the monster in the Black Mountain.
After all, it was the monster he had made. If he was in a coma, the monster would ravage all parts of Beiju Luzhou and even rush out of Beiju Luzhou...
I have to recover quickly.
Before Yang Jian Yuanshen shut himself down, the only thing in his mind was this thought.
Perhaps it was because he had always had such thoughts in his heart, and in addition to the incredible mystery of the eight or nine profound arts, he swallowed more than ten kinds of elixir pill given by the master in one breath, and it happened that there were several pill that could exert the power...
In short, when he fell into the valley and was carried away by someone, the large bones in his body began to emit a brilliant light, the blood regenerated quickly, and the trauma on his chest began to be quickly repaired.
Originally, such an injury was suffered by Da Luo Jinxian, and it would take a year and a half for healed on the premise of keeping his sanity.
But after seven days, Yang Jian's whole body has recovered as before, and three layers of dead skin have been removed from his chest. The wound is completely closed, like baby skin, with a faint brilliance.
The vitality of heaven and earth was slowly absorbed by him, and grey'spring eyes' gradually appeared everywhere in the treasure body. Profound energy flowed out from these spring eyes, from trickling streams, converging into big rivers, and finally surging and surging. whole body.
Although he has not yet recovered to his peak strength, he has survived this difficult time safely.
The sound moves before the person is awake.
"Ahem! Ahem!"
Lying on the stone bed, Yang Jian coughed abruptly, then turned his head, and while opening his eyes, a mouthful of blood was sprayed to the side.
This congestion was full of poisonous miasma, accompanied by a little Heavenly Fire Elemental Power, after Yang Jian spit it out, he felt his body mellow, no obstacles, and his breathing was much smoother.
His eyes are a bit misty, although his body has healed, but his head has a sharp pain, he wants to slowly get up...
"Hey! Don't move!"
A very gentle voice came from the side, and Yang Jian looked at it and couldn't help being stunned.
This stunned, it wasn't about seeing some fairies or beauties, or seeing some demons or ghosts, it was purely because of the soft voice and the burly man he saw...the contrast was too big.
Standing next to the bed was a tall man, full of tendons, covered in animal skins, and his long hair formed into a pile of pigtails. He was considered the most ‘crazy’ in appearance among everyone Yang Jian had seen before.
This person had a small finger-thick pierced ear on his left ear, and a small snake hung on it. The small snake was spitting out a scarlet tongue at Yang Jian, as if spraying out a thin flame.
This person's face is a bit... savage, like a human race, but not like a human facial bone. There is a thunder and lightning mark on the forehead, after a few more glances, the thunder and lightning seems to come alive...
"Thanks for your help." Yang Jian endured the headache and sat up slowly, searching for the source of the headache, and touched the back of his head.
what happened? There is a big ‘bag’?
If he just fell from the air, even if his height was ten times higher at the time, it would be impossible to leave any scars according to his physical strength.
How did this bag come from?
Why is it like being looked at the back of the head with a stick? Who has this ability but doesn't kill himself? The more I think about it, the more ridiculous.
The big man rubbed his hands, and Yang Jian only saw at this time that this man turned out to have four arms...
What Master told him back then still echoed in his ears, and a word suddenly appeared in Yang Jian's mouth.
"witch?"
"Hey!" The man seemed to be very cautious, rubbing his big hands, his squinted eyes looked at Yang Jian, and asked tentatively: "People?"
"Yeah!" Yang Jian nodded, feeling a little bit inexplicably in his heart, and slowly stood up, only to find that he still had to look up at the big man of the wizard tribe.
"Thank you fellow daoist for your rescue."
"No, no, my grandfather knocked you a stick, ah no!" The big man said more and more confused, but he panicked, shaking his four hands, and took two steps back.
In Yang Jian's feeling, this person was very powerful, at least it made him feel a little pressure.
The big Wu clan laughed a few times, turned his head and ran away, still shouting: "Great sacrifice! Great sacrifice! That human fellow is awake!"
Yang Jian couldn't help but smiled and glanced at himself, except for the damage of the fairy clothes, there was nothing rude.
After taking the first two steps, looking in the direction where the Wu tribe man ran away, he saw a section of the cave, and the sun was shining outside.
He controlled the profound energy to slowly dissolve the ‘big bag’ on the back of his head. A domineering force remained in the big bag. When the profound energy repaired Yang Jian's body before, he did not discharge this force from his body.
At this time, Yang Jian used profound energy to induce, and was surprised to find that this power could be slowly assimilated by profound energy...
Could this be fate?
The Wu Clan was born out of the flesh and blood of the Pangu god, and what he practiced was the profound arts left by the Pangu god, and he had a long history with the Houtu Empress.
One head was planted in the sky, and it also landed on the Witch’s territory; I was beaten with a stick in a coma, and discovered that the power of the Witch’s remaining in his wound could be assimilated by myself...
"witch……"
Yang Jian let out a soft sigh, he had already stepped into the sun, and subconsciously covered his eyes with his arms, but then frowned.
It was not sunlight, but a fireball condensed with magical powers, hung under the ‘pergola’ that covered the sky, glowing with white heat.
And under this 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 in the mountain wall.
There are hundreds of houses here, and there are also hundreds of caves on both sides of the stone walls. Some people can be seen inside, but most of them are Wu people with bony skin and weird faces, without the slightest anger.
Desolate, declining, and lifeless.
This is Yang Jian's first impression of the Wu tribe in this area.
Is this the Wu Clan? Is this the Wu Clan who divided the world with the Yao Clan back then?
Even if the Wu Clan is at fault, but the descendants of the Pangu God, if they fall to this point, the Heavenly Dao will not recite the merits of the Pangu God for opening the heavens, so will they give them some blessings?
Yang Jian felt a little bit inexplicably in his heart.
The appearance of the Wu Clan and the Human Clan is similar, and they are almost innate. Therefore, in the ancient times, there were many people who intermarried with the Human Clan. When the Human Clan was enslaved by the Monster Clan, the Wu Clan was also in the early stage of the Human Clan, and the Clan gradually developed.
After the Lich War, the human race had many tribes who were naturally good at fighting, but also because of the remnants of the blood of the witch race.
Chi You was the best example. He was half a man and half a witch, but he cultivated into a great witch and competed with the Yellow Emperor. He wanted to win the luck of the human race, but in the end he died and struggled in vain.
In the eyes of Human Race monks, Chi You is more inclined to call Chi You a witch than the leader of the Human Race Jiuli tribe.
But even so, the monster clan who slaughtered the human race in the ancient times was still calling for the wind and rain at the junction of the five continents. Why did the Wu clan fall here?
The big Wu clan man was running to a slightly larger thatched house, yelling ‘big sacrifice’ and ‘big sacrifice’ all the way.
The thatched house was like a big bowl upside down on the ground. It should be the place where the most powerful people of this tribe lived. It wasn't a bit gorgeous, it was just a little stronger.
The curtain of the thatched house was opened, and a thin old man about half a foot high came out, behind him was two foot-high Witch women. Although the two Witch women looked not sweet, they were not ugly.
There is a... the majesty of a heroine.
"Great sacrifice! Look!" The Wu clan man pointed to Yang Jian, "He is awake! Hahaha! Xiaoang's stick is not forgotten!"
That stick...
The short and thin old man was more like a human race, and said directly to the big man: "What are you still waiting for! Don't invite guests over! The family hasn't been hospitalized for a long time, are all this courtesy gone?"
"The number of etiquette? What is it?" The Wu tribe man was a little dazed.
When Yang Jian heard the words, he smiled twice, walking from a short distance, and couldn't help but scan through the caves. He saw a lot of thin young witches, and his brows were slightly frowned.
Divine consciousness swept across the valley. There are thousands of witches here, and there are only dozens of physically strong ones. The others are all lying and sitting. A few witch youths are a little depleted...
If Houtu Niangniang saw the decline of her clan, she would definitely feel uncomfortable in her heart.
After the agreement on the other side, it has not been seen for 500 years, Yang Jian dare not have any delusions in his heart, but he has never forgotten it.
"Guest~EbookFREE.me~, please come inside." The skinny Great Witch Festival greeted Yang Jian warmly. He was too old to tell whether it was a man or a woman.
"Yeah," Yang Jian replied in a dull voice, followed the great witch priest into the room, and sat on a futon under the guidance of the great witch priest, with a low table in front of him.
The big Wu clan man and the two girls of the Wu clan whispered something, but they were talking words that Yang Jian could not understand, gurgling, and many nasal sounds.
This should be the ancient witch language.
The big witch sacrifice asked straightforwardly: "You have the aura of my clan ancestor witch Houtu ancestor, dare to ask, but you have a connection with Houtu ancestor?"
"It's true that I have received a lot of favor from the Houtu Empress," Yang Jian said in a warm voice, and stood up to make a bet. "Before fighting with others, I was seriously injured and fortunately saved by the nobles. I don't know, what is it? What can I do for you?"
"The guest is polite, since it's a friend of my ancestors, I should treat it with courtesy later." The Great Witch Ji smiled dryly, "And I didn't do anything. You recovered by yourself."
Yang Jian thought for a while and said, "I see this place..."
The great witch sacrifice raised his hand to stop Yang Jian from speaking, and said with a serious face: "Although my witch clan has fallen here, I don't want to be alms from others. If the guest wants to say, I should take it back."
Yang Jian was dumb.
Never thought that the Wu Clan was so proud. He really wanted to ask what was going on here, and he could help think of countermeasures.
But then think about it, the great power who has friendship with the Wu clan does not know the geometry, if these problems are solved so easily, the Wu clan will not be reduced to such a point.
Yang Jian sighed in his heart, arched his hands to the Great Witch Festival, and just about to sit down, he heard a chuckle from outside the thatched house, the voice of a woman...
"Da Ang? I heard people say that you picked up a handsome human man? How can you sell it?"