Chapter 117: The so-called variable, 2 consecutive 3

Yang Jian put the jade gourd on the low table, his face solemn, and opened the mouth of the gourd, carefully eliciting a turbid breath in it.
The Great Witch Festival was also watching carefully. The Great Witch Festival had actually discovered the miracle of Yang Jian's Profound Art a long time ago, but the pride in his heart prevented him from asking.
Yang Jian pinched the wisp of earth qi to his fingertips, thinking hard, and then simply incorporated the wisp of earth qi into his body and experienced it carefully.
Soon, he understood the plight of the Wu clan.
What is earth gas?
The Pangu opened the heaven and the earth, the clear qi rose to the sky, and the turbid qi fell to the ground; the ground qi on which the Wu people depend for survival is the turbid qi of the earth that contains thousands of things.
Clear qi is of great benefit to the cultivation of the primordial spirit, while turbid qi is very good for the practice of the physical body.
Why do gods always like to live in high mountains? This is the reason.
I have never heard of immortals who like to live in big holes in the ground, unless it is some caves and blessed places.
The earth exudes foul air all the time. When the Wu Clan prospered, it was spread over the five continents. Stepping on the earth, they first stood in an invincible place and fought against the demon clan that controls the heavens for countless years.
Now, the reason that made the Wu clan so distressed still fell on the head of the ancestors and witches.
Gonggong broke Buzhou Mountain, and after the fall of Buzhou Mountain, the saint had no choice but to take the Black Turtle from Beiju Luzhou on all four legs to hold the sky. The mysterious turtle's body turned into boundless miasma, polluting the entire Beiju Luzhou.
After the Lich War, except for the part of the clans hidden in the underworld, the remaining clans moved to Beiju Luzhou.
After the battle between Huangdi and Chi You, the human race was already in full swing, and the Wu family had to make a heavy oath not to take half a step out of the northern Luzhou, and this was not driven to extinction by the human race.
However, the geoqi in Luzhou in Beiju has been polluted by the miasma, and the witches have eliminated the remaining masters of the older generation, and the new witches are almost unable to practice...
Although the Wu Clan occupies half of the continent, it is more than a hundred times bleaker than the monster clan seeking to survive in the cracks!
This is also the reason why the Great Witch Festival did not want Yang Jian to bother. Unless it is an omnipotent saint, who can get rid of the miasma accumulated in Luzhou for countless years? If the miasma is not eliminated, how can the descendants of the Wu clan practice?
Fortunately, Heaven always leaves a glimmer of life.
After Chi You was defeated, a small part of the half-witch tribe remained, on the border between Beiju Luzhou and Central Shenzhou, competing with the monster tribe for a small place to survive.
The place where these half-witch tribes live can collect some earth energy, but because of the limited earth veins, it is very difficult to collect earth energy.
That's the case, the Wu tribe also managed to survive this way, and cultivated a few Wu tribe descendants.
However, the half-witch clan who originally worshipped the witch clan very much felt that the witch clan was just a thug that they used to ‘raise’ the earth, and they became increasingly disrespectful.
"That's it," Yang Jian handed the jade gourd to the Great Witch Ji, who did not refuse, his face was a bit bitter.
"Oh, if my old friend saw this scene," Yang Jian sighed with emotion, sitting there and thinking, thinking about some countermeasures for the Wu clan and improving the environment slightly.
Quan should pay some favors to the Houtu Empress.
With the half-witch girl here, Yang Jian wouldn't mention Houtu's name, for fear that she would be rude.
"Trouble the guests so much," Da Wu Ji said with some gratitude to Yang Jian. This old witch has lived for too long, whether Yang Jian really considers his Wu clan, he can naturally see at a glance.
Yang Jian shook his head, thinking repeatedly, but fell into a deadlock.
The witches cannot get out of Beijuluzhou. The miasma of Beijuluzhou pollutes the earth's veins. Non-sages cannot get rid of the miasma, but sages can't do it for nothing.
"Is there any treasure that can dissolve the miasma in this place?"
"The miasma in this place is transformed by the resentment of the mysterious tortoise, and the mysterious tortoise has been born since the opening of the heavens and the earth," said Da Wu Ji.
"It's not to get rid of the miasma in Beijuluzhou," Yang Jian said, "you only need to purify this place and the underground veins of this place with treasures...or, to collect the miasma and purify it with treasures..."
Da Wu Ji asked, "Why is the earth's atmosphere?"
"Naturally it is the turbidity between heaven and earth... So that's it, if it can dissolve the miasma, the turbidity will also be turned into clear air."
Yang Jian suddenly realized, then patted his forehead, shaking his head with a wry smile.
This is really a problem.
"Actually..." The Great Witch Festival looked at Yang Jian with a look of embarrassment, and he stopped talking.
Yang Jian smiled and said: "If there is a way for the Great Witch Festival, just listen to me. Although my strength is low now, there will be no skyrocketing in the future."
"Actually, there are two ways to resolve this situation," Da Wu Ji looked at Yang Jian and whispered in a low voice, "I know a treasure. It can absorb the miasma, but it won't destroy the earth."
"What?"
"It's an ancient beast, the dragon ball of the three-headed Blue Wave Flood Dragon that has transformed into a dragon... The three-headed Blue Wave Flood Dragon originally lived by inhaling the miasma, but the dragon ball after the dragon transformed only absorbed the miasma."
Yang Jian's eyes lit up: "Will you kill a scorpion?"
"This ancient strange beast was once a disaster. The dragons cherish their luck and send masters to exterminate these blue wave dragons." Da Wu Ji sighed, "My master went to the Dragon Palace to ask for the dragon of this dragon, but was told that those dragon were The dragons are ruined...for fear of causing and effect."
Yang Jian was silent, this matter actually returned to his old husband.
Wait a minute... Three-headed Bibo Jiao?
Why did Yang Jian vaguely remember that, in the legends of later generations, the Erlang god's three-pointed and two-edged sword was the Flood Dragon that killed a catastrophe. That Flood Dragon's corpse was transformed?
In the dark, is this just letting oneself help the Wu Clan?
"It's true that I have some friendship with the Dragon Clan," Yang Jian said, "I will go to the East China Sea Dragon Palace and ask about it later to see if there are still three Bibo Jiao surviving."
The Great Witch Festival was not too excited, the wrinkled old face was just a little relieved, and he nodded gently, saying: "If I can find this treasure, my witch clan will thank it very much."
"Thank you, don't talk about it, the right is my back..." Yang Jian said after a pause, and said directly: "When I do something for that sister. What is the other way?"
Da Wu Ji sighed: "After the younger generations in my clan are pure-blooded Xuan Ming, just a little training can reproduce the power of my witch clan back then. Brave and good at fighting, all attacks are broken, the battle will be defeated... It is a pity, if To drive them out of my Wu Clan, we need to find someone who can be trusted."
In these words, there are words hidden.
Hearing the words of the Great Witch Festival, the ‘daring’ patriarch of the half-witch tribe nearby was shocked, and looked at the Great Witch Festival somewhat inconceivably.
"Great and Great Witch Festival? What are you talking about?" The half-witch stammered, "Pure-blooded Witch Clan, you want to send it out? It is absolutely necessary! Why not let them into my tribe? I am willing to do that. Provide 30,000 years of geogas!"
"Humph!" The Great Witch Ji snorted coldly, "I'm talking about someone who can be trusted."
"I'm your great-great-great-great-granddaughter!" The half-mitch thumped her chest, "why give it to this outsider! Is it because he has a handsome face?"
Yang Jian couldn't laugh or cry beside him, and looked at the great witch festival in surprise.
Although the Great Witch Festival is very euphemistic, the meaning in the words is very obvious. I hope that Yang Jian can take in the young people of the Witch clan... I hesitated in all manners before because I was afraid that it would be too abrupt when it was said. accept.
why?
Yang Jian is silent, just because he has the aura of the Empress of Houtu?
That's not right... The human mind shouldn't be like this, even if the Wu Clan is the same as Da Ang, Da Han Xiao Jing, it should not be so rash.
Yang Jian looked at the Great Witch Festival and asked, "Am I a trustworthy person?"
"If you and I can't believe it, who can I believe in these three realms?"
The Great Witch Festival sighed slowly, and said a secret that Yang Jian didn't know:
"The blood that your sister gave you, you don't know what it is. With that blood, even if you are wiped out, it can your soul to your sister's side."
"A drop of blood, your sister will spend ten thousand years of cultivation, losing 10% of the blood. But as long as she is intact, the blood cannot be destroyed by others."
Yang Jian's expression was slightly shaken, he suddenly stood up, stared at the Great Witch Festival, and subconsciously lowered his voice: "How do you know the blood of your heart!"
He didn't even tell Master Yuding about this! Of course, it was also because the real Yuding did not ask.
The Great Witch Festival raised his hand lightly, and the account suddenly fell into a stagnant state. Da Ang, the two Witch tribe women, and the savage patriarch of the half Witch tribe were all still.
Yang Jian raised his hand and waved it, as if touching the running water...
Stagnant time and space?
This magical power is too scary!
Only then did Yang Jian know ~EbookFREE.me~ The Great Witch Festival he has been facing is not a simple Great Luo Realm, he is afraid that he has already entered the Quasi-Sacred Realm, which is a great power in the world!
The hand that the Great Witch Ji raised was a little trembling 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, quietly watching the Great Witch Ji.
The eyes of the Great Witch Festival were suddenly clouded by muddy tears, and he got up, knelt down and bowed directly, calling him ‘Ancestor’.
It turns out that she has been...
Before Yang Jian had time to speak, the white shadow once again turned into a drop of blood and got into Yang Jian's heart.
Da Wu Ji wiped the corner of his eyes, showed an ugly smile at Yang Jian, and sat back in his original position. With a wave of his hand, the feeling of stagnation disappeared. Except for a sharp blink of an eye, the other three maidens just felt a little dazzling.
"How many teenagers does the Witch Clan need me to bring out of here?" Yang Jian asked directly.
The great witch sacrificed warm voice: "The two hundred people of my Xuanming tribe who have been born in the last ten thousand years have reached the point where they don’t have enough ground energy, and they are about to exhaust themselves. There are still several ancestors who live in seclusion throughout Luzhou in Beiju. The tribes below are similar everywhere, totaling 1,200."
The implication is that the tribesmen who were born ten thousand years ago have almost turned into withered bones, and have grown old due to lack of earthly energy.
Twelve hundred? Was this number a coincidence, or did the Great Wu Ji deliberately say it?
Yang Jian was silent for a while, just looking at the great witch sacrifice.
Will there be any prophetic power? Great witch festival, witch festival, maybe there are some mysterious abilities that are different from the power of Yuanshen Dao.
Note: The one thousand and two hundred grass head gods circulated in myths and legends do not refer to plant spirits. The fourth one is here, ask for votes, ask for subscription~