Chapter 125: 12 command

Yang Jian quickly defeated the battle, arched his hands, and walked quickly towards the thatched house of the Great Witch Festival.
When Yang Jian entered the thatched cottage, Dahua couldn't help it anymore, raised his head and shouted, and went to scratch Daang again.
But with a bang, a heavy object slipped from Da Hua to the ground. Da Ang secretly squatted down, picked it up and took a look, smiled, and stuffed the object to Da Hua.
"Don't make trouble, let's not make trouble, you see this thing dropped, don't cry."
"Do you consider me a three-year-old child!" Dahua gritted his teeth and cursed, took a look at the little ‘shield’ in his hand, and blinked immediately.
"Forget it!" Dahua sighed, his eyes clearly disgusted, "Let's make do with the Prince Longgong. Alas, it's a good relationship, why is it so lost by you!"
Da Ang smiled, "Look, this place is angry."
"Here you! Give you all!" Dahua took out three gourds in one breath and threw them to Da Ang.
Overjoyed, he went to the room of the Great Witch Festival with a gourd in his arms.
"Patriarch, why are we confiscating..."
"Hmph, it's useless to take those things back, so we should have 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 house of the Great Witch Festival? This Dahua definitely doesn't want to go back.
Soon, Dahua saw that several great witch sacrifices she knew had come here, and they did not come alone. They brought two ‘old witches’.
After Yang Jian entered the thatched house, he stayed for a long time before he came out. When he came out, there were already twelve witches standing in front of the thatched house.
These are six males and six females. Calculated according to the life span of the pure-blooded ancestral witch tribe, they are not even young girls at this time, but without sufficient ground energy, they can only live to the 10,000-year threshold... …
"What is this Wu Clan doing?" Dahua muttered, watching from the corner.
After Yang Jian walked out, he looked at the twelve young girls of the Witch tribe. Behind them were six thin Witch tribe great witch sacrifices.
A great witch priest said something in witch language, and all the twelve ‘young girls’ cried bitterly.
The big witch sacrifice stern tone, these twelve witches slowly kneeled in front of Yang Jian, bowing down.
After three knocks, Yang Jian quickly helped them up and said something softly.
Yang Jian took a small small boat out, let the twelve Wu people stand on the boat, said goodbye, and flew the boat to the sky.
"Do you really want to send the pure-blooded Witch Clan to Yang Jian?" Dahua blinked, caressed about it, and said coldly: "Everything you see today, you should treat it as if you haven't seen anything, don't go out and talk nonsense. , Did you hear that?"
The women in battle armors all agreed.
These twelve Witch clan ‘old men’...
Standing in the stern of the boat, Yang Jian looked at the twelve witches with their old looks and drowsiness. The sigh in his heart has not stopped since he left the witch clan.
He flew towards the southwest, and temporarily did not intend to pick up Xiao Chan'er from the Huilong clan, and there were many things to do.
Half a day later, Yang Jianjia boat took the twelve witches to the border between Beiju Luzhou and Central China. After some thoughts, they found a barren mountain and took the twelve witches down.
Looking for a hill with no energy, but beautiful scenery, Yang Jian looked at the twelve witches in front of him, and observed whether they were backlashed by the oath of the witches.
This is no longer the land of Beiju Luzhou, and their twelve have not changed from their previous state.
Obviously, the previous few great witch priests personally said that they had expelled the twelve of them from the witch clan, and the witch clan no longer recognized their cruel words, which played a role.
There was not much energy in the eyes of the twelve witches, and there was even a little will to die. Yang Jian asked them to come down, they tried to move down as fast as possible, and then waited for Yang Jian's next instructions...
With a stroke of Yang Jian's palm, the big rock by the stream flew over and landed behind Yang Jian.
Lifting the hem of the robe, Yang Jian sat on the rock with majesty and let the twelve people forward their names.
"the host……"
A thin-faced witch whispered: "When we were expelled from the clan, our name was taken back. Moreover, our situation can't help you, the master... What do you want, please tell me directly We are."
Yang Jian looked at her, but the witch lowered her head and dared not say anything.
They were still wearing animal robes, bare feet, wrinkled skin and hungry faces.
Yang Jian asked, "Do you think that several great witch sacrifices sent you to me?"
"Isn't it?" A witch clan'boy' asked back, his eyes flushed, and he looked down at the earth.
"Yes, no, they just want me to save you," Yang Jian sighed, raised his hand, and a puff of ground air within a hundred miles was attracted by him and surrounded the twelve witches.
Their bodies tremble suddenly, but then they show some sad looks.
Such ample earth energy is enough to allow them to break through in hundreds of years and become a real "witch", but...
Among the twelve witches, the one with the longest life expectancy would not last for decades... all of them were tribesmen who were about to die.
In Luzhou, North Ju, how many children of the Witch Clan are like this. They spent tens of thousands of years in vain, relying on the minimum vitality of the earth to survive the spring and autumn without hope.
"You must also know where the witch race is suffering. But relying solely on the ground energy provided by the half witch race is not enough for you."
Yang Jian’s voice didn’t rush, he just told them these truths,
And you are another hope of the Wu Clan. Although I need you to serve me, you can also collect the earth energy from all over the place when there is no war. Beiju Luzhou."
"This matter, I will definitely not stop you."
Yang Jian said decisively, but the twelve wizards were shocked and looked up at Yang Jian.
"What you said is true?"
"Naturally do not cheat," Yang Jian smiled, "The great witch sacrifices of your six tribes all choose to trust me, why don't you believe it?"
"But..." a maiden screamed sadly: "Why are we? We are dead soon, why don't you choose twelve ones with longevity..."
Before she finished speaking, Yang Jian raised his hand to stop.
"I, I always love to do things that others can't do, and the twelve of you are also an agreement between me and your great witch festival," Yang Jian said, "If within three years, I can make the twelve of you break through and inspire the witch tribe. Bloodline, become a real witch, enjoy one yuan and will live forever. You witch clan will choose 1,200 witch clan children to give to me, and let me take them out of Beiju Luzhou."
All the twelve sorcerers shook.
1,200 children of the Witch race? If they are all like what Yang Jian said, one by one can survive outside, continuously collecting ground energy and sending it back to the clan...
Then, those people who died early due to lack of aptitude, can and can they live for nearly ten thousand years?
Every new witch tribe can be assigned the same geo-qi, but even the tribes directly from the ancestor witches have their own qualifications.
Not all new-born witches can live for ten thousand years like these twelve witches.
And even though they know that the real old masters in the clan are immortal, they also understand the history of the Witch clan...
"Master!" A sorcerer knelt in front of Yang Jian, "Please help us! We are desperate to break through, so that more clansmen can come out with you!"
Relying on the twelve of them, the strength is always too weak to help the Wu Clan too much.
But if it were 1,200 children of the Witch Clan... what Yang Jian said would be promising!
"Stand up, you don't have to kneel in front of me at all times, and you don't have to call my master," Yang Jian's voice was a little harsh, and the twelve wizards got up quickly, and two of them tremblingly nearly fell.
Yang Jian said: "I will make three chapters with you first."
All the twelve wizards listened carefully.
"The fundamental reason for the decline of the Wu clan lies in the exhaustion of luck. This is a matter of days and cannot be reversed. After you have followed me, you need to keep this in mind. You can help the Wu clan alleviate the plight, but you can't think more! Otherwise, it's just harming you Wu Clan for nothing!"
The twelve witches hurriedly said, "Master, don't worry, my children of the witch clan know about the half-witch Chiyou borrowing soldiers in the past, so I don't dare to think so.
"We just want to make life in the clan a little bit better..."
Yang Jian raised his hand, and the twelve quickly shut up.
"Also, don't call my master in the future, just call me Second Master."
The twelve witches shouted in unison: "Second Lord ~ ​​EbookFREE.me~ Yang Jian's eyes showed divine light: "Third, I allow you to return to the witch clan to give ground, but there is also a regulation. You have made an oath now that nothing about me will be passed on to the Wu Clan. "
The twelve wizards made up their minds one by one under Yang Jian's gaze.
"As long as the master... As long as you agree to the second master, so that we can send the ground back, our life is yours!"
"Second Lord! You let us hurt the heavens and the truth, or even steal the dogs, 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 like grass in your eyes, our ancestors are all powerful in this world! We will definitely not make words that violate today's oath!"
Yang Jian nodded calmly, "Swear."
The twelve witches knelt down facing Yang Jian and issued their natal vows to their ancestors, and now they are loyal to Yang Jian, so I won’t go into details.
After the oath was over, Yang Jian also let out a sigh of relief, slowly stood up, raised his hand, and dissipated the abundant earth energy around him.
Yang Jian said: "You follow me, you must pay attention to your words and deeds from now on. Sit cross-legged, and I will let you break through today."
Break today?
The twelve wizards were surprised, but Yiyan sat cross-legged.
With a wave of Yang Jian's hand, twelve profound energy burst out and penetrated into the chest of the twelve wizards.
The twelve witches were stunned for a while, and then all of them looked excited, and their bodies were like thunder, and there was a sound like a mountain whistling and a tsunami!
Yang Jian thought about it. These twelve wizards were the twelve commanders under his account, and they should lay a better foundation for them.
Taking out the Demon Slayer Sword, cutting his wrist, forced out twelve drops of blood, and fell on the chests of the twelve wizards...
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