Chapter 126: Early training in the mountains
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The Legend of Honghuang Erlang
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- 2021-03-04 09:37:43
In the barren mountains, twelve blood qi wanted to soar into the sky, but they were imprisoned by an inexplicable force, which suppressed the blood qi again.
Sitting in front of these young people, Yang Jian used profound arts to infuse a wave of profound energy into the earth, absorb a wave of earth energy, and then release it around the twelve young people.
He actually left a hand to the Wu Clan.
Because of the Houtu Empress, although Yang Jian did not reject the Wu Clan, he wanted to help them.
But this didn't mean that he had to tell the Wu Clan directly about his secrets, especially since his profound energy was a hundred times more precious to the Wu Clan than earth Qi, he had to think more about it.
What the Witches need is not ordinary earth energy, but a trace of ‘Pangu’s true meaning’ mixed in earth energy.
After Pangu opened up the world, the world wanted to overlap, and Pangu had to support the sky with both hands and step on the ground with both feet, so that the world could not be closed and eventually died of exhaustion.
After Pangu's death, his body was transformed into heaven and earth, with breeze, clouds, sun, moon, five mountains, four poles...
Its blood turns into waves and rivers, and tendons turn into mountains and rivers...
In short, between this piece of heaven and earth, especially above the earth, there are the imprints of Pangu.
What the Wu Clan really needs is to seek these almost endless Pangu true meanings, in order to stimulate their own blood, continuously strengthen their physical bodies, and take the path of vigorous proof.
The role played by Earth Qi is actually similar to'Vital Qi', which is a kind of power of heaven and earth.
The reason why the Wu clan can't do without the local Qi is only because of the need for Pangu's true meaning.
Yang Jian's profound arts are the profound arts left by Pangu's will after he opened up the world. Yang Jian has embarked on a tossing road from the very beginning, and has walked step by step until now.
The blood of profound art exchanges blood, its precious blood contains endless vitality; the thousand hammers of profound energy, the subtlety of its profound energy, although dare not say that it can be compared with the'Pangu True Meaning', it is more surging.
In fact, Yang Jian alone can bring the Witch family to life again. Within ten years, tens of thousands of ‘witches’ can be cultivated, and many ‘witches’ can even be transformed into ‘war witches’.
But that was definitely not Yang Jian's intention. He did it like that and it didn't do him any good.
If the Wu clan is strong, it is difficult to guarantee that Chi You will not happen.
But as long as Yang Jian continues on the path to the limit of profound art, waits for his eight turns of profound art to reach the end of this road, or his blood is comparable to that of the ancestor witch, his profound energy is similar to the true meaning of Pangu...
Without leaving a hand, those witches who put all hope on him might really do a lot of crazy things.
Yang Jian's heart is just to improve the living conditions of the Witch clan, and train his own soldiers by the way, not just to be a great little good man.
He was guarding the law for the twelve witches, sitting for a day and a night, twelve hours.
In these twelve hours, Yang Jian had already extracted most of the earth's energy within a thousand miles. The barren mountain had begun to wither, but fortunately, it had not completely died.
Finally, the more restless aura of the twelve realms gradually calmed down, a pair of eyes opened almost at the same time, and the eyes were full of excitement and excitement.
Yang Jian smiled when he saw it, and took the profound energy that had penetrated into the earth, turned it into twelve strands, and penetrated into the twelve silhouettes, allowing them to resolve and realize in the future.
"Breakthrough?" Yang Jian asked.
I saw six figures rushing out of the cloud, all of them sturdy young men, their skin was yellowish, but they shone like the earth.
They are eight feet tall and have strong faces. Four of them are rougher and two of them are very handsome. Obviously, they belong to different tribes and have characteristics of their ancestors.
The animal skins on their bodies are already a bit small and can't cover their wild body; the muscles with strong power, the long hair draped over the shoulders, the eyes reflecting the figure of Yang Jian, are full of enthusiasm.
"Second Lord!"
The six witches knelt before Yang Jian, and bowed deeply, "Xie Erye help me wait for a breakthrough! Give me a new life!"
"Get up, if you want to kneel from now on, just kneel on one knee."
Yang Jian nodded indifferently, still a little uncomfortable with these witches and bowed out at every turn. He said, "Why don't you six come out?"
"We..." The witch whispered a few words, and didn't dare to disobey Yang Jian, and walked out barefoot and bowed one by one.
As soon as they appeared, Yang Jian probably understood why the six of them did not dare to 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 were transformed into twelve witches, their potential was initially explored, and they became the normal appearance of the witches.
Looking at the six witches, all of them are tall and magnificent. There are also four witches with rough faces. Although they are feminine, they are not soft and beautiful.
The two witches have beautiful faces, fair skin, and silky long hair, and they have a different kind of "atmosphere" from human fairies.
However, the beast robes on these twelve witches were already too tight.
Fortunately for the Witch man, the beast skirt at his waist was changed into small pants, which could cover himself.
But the six witches changed their body shapes too much, with only a few pieces of animal skins left on their upper bodies, barely covering their shame. And when he bowed down to Yang Jian, animal skins fell...
"There are twelve battle armors here, which are used by the Heavenly Court warriors. You can put them on."
Yang Jian held a small "pocket" in his hand, and pulled out twelve sets of light green armor from the purse, each with a piece of clothing.
Although they are all magic weapons, they are not part of the immortal treasures, but at least they look majestic.
The six witches were not shy, and they wore each other together with the other six men of the witch tribe, tied their long hair together, tidied up, and stood in front of Yang Jian with a vigorous look.
How far is it from yesterday?
"You must not call yourself the Witch Clan in the future, you have to call it Beiju Luzhou practice."
Six men and six women answered together: "Yes!"
Yang Jian said: "Stand in pairs according to your tribe, but remember, if you want to do things with men and women, you need to tell me first, and I will arrange marriage for you."
The six men and six women looked at each other, and said one person: "Don't you know the second master? We are all brothers and sisters, siblings, if not, the Great Witch Festival would not let us come. And among our tribes, although intermarriage with foreigners is forbidden, but It is also forbidden to marry brothers and sisters, but each family is married to each family."
"So that's the case," Yang Jian knew, and the Wu Clan knew a lot.
He gave his future twelve commanders names, and these twelve witches came from the six ancestral witch tribes of Xuanming, Qiangliang, Tianwu, Jumang, Giz, and Lianshou.
Yang Jian also named the twelve witches based on the geniuses of each race.
He saves trouble. All men are called Qi, and all women are called Luo. Add a surname in front, and you're done.
Xuanming is the ancestor witch of rain, so it is named Yuqi and Yuluo; Qiangliang is the ancestor witch of thunder, and there are Leiqi and Leiluo.
Tianwu is the ancestral witch of wind, Jizi is the ancestor of electricity, Jinhui is the ancestor of gold, and Jumang is the ancestor of wood... Except for the pair of men and women from the Guizi tribe, the names are a little weird. They are called Dianqi and Dianluo. Besides, the names of the other ten witches are not bad.
Because Yang Jian went to the Xuanming tribe, the twelve people respected Yuqi and Yuluo. If there were no orders from Yang Jian, these brothers and sisters would be the leaders of the twelve witches.
After all these were set, the twelve rebirth Witch tribes once again bowed their heads and thanked them, expressing their gratitude to Yang Jian.
Yang Jian asked again: "Have you learned how to fight?"
"Second Lord, you laughed," Yuluo couldn't help but laughed, and quickly pressed the thick lips, the wheat-skinned face was a little frightened.
Yang Jian was not harsh on them, just asked: "Why are you saying this?"
Yu Qi bowed his head and replied: "Second Lord, our witch clan...the repairer of Luzhou in Beiju, who knows how to fight? This was carved on our bones by our ancestors!"
"Before the body became weak, we fought with poisons in the mountains and forests of Beiju Luzhou every day," Lei Qi said in the same way. "The elders in the clan also hope that we can have a breakthrough day on our own."
"There is no proof," Yang Jian pointed his finger to the west. "Eight hundred miles away to the northwest, there is a hill with hundreds of demons on the hill. It is a disaster. Among them are 16 fairy monsters, one is true. Fairyland demon. You will return from the conquest within half a day, dare you answer?"
The twelve commanders faced each other, and then shouted in unison: "No!"
Yang Jian waved his hand, the twelve commanders turned around and ran, each displaying the tactics of their respective tribes, and rushing towards the northwest!
However, in half a cup of tea, the ‘young girls’ of the twelve witch tribes had disappeared, but Yang Jian sat there peacefully and did not follow.
He walked the same way as the Witch Clan, he cultivated his flesh; of course Yang Jian could perceive how powerful the Twelve Witches had at this time.
In this first battle, Yang Jian had chosen the opponent for them. If according to the strength comparison, the Twelve Witches would be slightly weaker.
It was said that the Wu clan was good at fighting, but Yang Jian wanted to see if the twelve of them were just bragging.
About an hour later, a wave of demonic air appeared in the northwest, and then there was a roar from the sky.
In this roar, there was another roar, and twelve blood qi rose up like wolf smoke, but the monster qi was constantly extinguished.
Being weak for thousands of years, step by step towards the end of life, in fact, it is a very strong experience for the mood.
After these twelve commanders are reborn, they urgently need to vent and test their combat power...
Half an hour later, that wave of demonic energy disappeared, but a powerful demonic force flew towards the battlefield in the distance.
Yang Jian let out a cold snort~EbookFREE.me~ and leaped forward, using the vertical golden light to directly stop the old demon in the fairyland that day. Without further ado, he slashed with a sword, and took the old demon himself and returned to the original place again.
After waiting for another hour, twelve figures flew up, all kneeling in front of Yang Jian.
"Second Lord! The group of demons have been killed!"
"Deserving the name of being good at war," Yang Jian smiled and nodded, pointing to the black scorpion next to him, and said: "Divide this thing and eat it, extract its essence, refine it for your own use."
"Xie Erye reward!"
The Twelve Commanders were in a great shock, and they dared not talk and laugh in front of Yang Jian, and they all joked and ran back along the way.
After a while, the twelve began to barbecue the dragon.
Yang Jian looked at the flames reflected in their eyes and relaxed a little.
It's better to have hope in your heart than to be as dim as ashes.