Chapter 270: Want to enter Meishan

First, the three-pointed two-edged gun was formed, and then the three thousand grass heads returned to their place. Recently, it has been really happy.
It's just that, Yang Jian is going to find a place to settle these three thousand Wuzu children, and they can't let them go to Yuquan Mountain with him, it would be too shameful.
He is moving out to live, not on his own...
With the garrison order given by the Heavenly Court, Yang Jian could station his private soldiers in Meishan, and these private soldiers did not respect the Heavenly Court order, but they could receive the Heavenly Court's supply, which only needed to be controlled at a small amount.
Three thousand private soldiers are not too many for a large sect in Central China, let alone a more and more powerful Heavenly Court.
"Also," Da An said mysteriously, "The Great Witch Festival deliberately asked me to train these little guys, what do you think? Are you not the Marshal of Heaven? How about giving me a chief instructor Dangdang?"
"Naturally, I can't ask for it," Yang Jian's eyes lit up, surprised at this, and smiled: "With you here, I can go out without worrying about them."
"Hey, miss them!" Da Ang held the wine with one hand, patted his chest with one hand, and had two hands free to come out to give Yang Jian a gesture.
The advantage of more hands.
"They will be your soldiers and horses in the future. Whether my children of the Witch race can gallop in this world again, it depends on whether you want to take them to fight in all directions!"
Da Ang was also a little drunk, saying impassioned, "I have been trapped in Beizhou for most of my life. These little guys can come out and break out, and they can absorb the earth energy at will. That is already a great benefit! Yang Jian, really. Lord Jun, you are really a great benefactor of our Wu Clan. Really, I don't say anything polite!"
"I'm serious," Yang Jian was embarrassed. His starting point for helping the Wu Clan was only to care about the favor of the Empress Houtu.
Da Ang praised him with a big tongue, and Yang Jian moved away from the subject and began to talk to Da Ang about ancient things.
What Daang said in his mouth was naturally the words ‘how despicable and shameless the monster is’ and ‘how ambitious is the monster’, but they said many allusions that Yang Jian was interested in.
For example, the monster race has several powerful quasi-sages, the division of the war power and the ‘rank position’ of the witch race, and so on.
War witch is not a realm, but an evaluation obtained within the clan.
The witches are divided into four levels: witches, war witches, great witches, and ancestral witches. There are the most witches. Only those who have strong combat power and contribute to the tribe can get the title of war witch.
There are only twelve ancestral witches, which are destined by nature and cannot be increased. Even if they have cultivated to a very strong state, they cannot call themselves ancestral witches.
The word "ancestor" is as heavy as the sky.
There are very few great witches. Among the Witch tribes, great witches are the concentration of ‘power’ and are also proof of power.
If you want to become a great witch, you must be recognized by other men, women, and children in the tribe, make great contributions to the witch tribe, and be strong 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 good players 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. When talking about some of the ‘children’s rhymes’ circulating within the Witch clan, Yang Jian was also a little fascinated.
Unknowingly, two days later, a group of dragon masters found Feisuo and escorted Feisuo toward the prehistoric five continents.
Yang Jian naturally went out to meet each other, said a few words of thanks, and went back to the flying shuttle to continue listening to Da Ang about the ancient war.
The speed of the Emperor River is beyond the reach of the world, and it flashes across the sky in a blink of an eye;
Zhu Jiuyin set the universe for a long time, maybe at this time he also blocked himself for a certain time.
Xuanming Houtu waved his long sleeves, wishing Rong to work together, and the wind, rain and thunder and lightning were humming, and the wind was blowing through the world...
First, the Wu clan prospered, and there are thousands of clan in the world, of different sizes.
Donghuang Taiyi is known as the order of the ancestor to lead the Tao, unifying the ancestors of the ancestors outside the witch tribe, and named it "monster", which means that everything can be practiced.
The Wu Clan was not hostile to the Yao Clan. Even as a Pangu orthodox Wu Clan, facing the Yao Clan's initial request, he generously let go of the sky.
But the demon clan controls the sky and the witch clan manages the land. This kind of peace is just to maintain the ambitions of the demon clan, but the strength is insufficient...
Among the demon clan, the emperor Jun Fengliu, the Donghuang hero, the demon master's poison, and the ten demon saints each show their magical powers. In addition, Nuwa and Fuxi, who opened the demon court together with the two demon emperors, quietly disappeared, concentrating on the road of enlightenment.
That was the most glorious era of the prehistoric times.
Daozu Zixiao Palace opened the lecture, and there is no one in heaven and earth to be holy, chances are still there, heaven is not so harsh, and strange people and strange things are happening endlessly.
It's a pity that when the bell rang in the heavenly court, the Lich family buried the entire antiquity, the demon court collapsed, and the Wu family shattered...
"Oh, I think my Pangu bereaved clan was so bullied by the monster clan and calculated like that by those superior figures!"
Da Ang is already drunk when he talks about this.
Yang Jian asked strangely: "Calculate?"
"It's not a calculation! Humph!" Da Ang sneered, "If you don't know if you want to listen to you, I have heard a few words from a few great witch sacrifices. In this world, no one can see a saint in the flesh. Only when we suppressed my Wu Clan! Only when we have the prosperous age of the Primordial God Dao!"
"Great! Keep your voice down!" a woman of the Wu clan cursed, "What are you talking about!"
Da Ang rolled his eyes, hugged himself with four hands, leaned against it and fell asleep.
In this world, there are people who can't see the saints who have become holy in the flesh, so they have the prosperity of Yuanshen Dao...
Yang Jian circulated these words in his heart, and said with a smile: "It's okay, he drank too much."
Only then did the witch woman relax, seeing that Yang Jian didn't care about it, so she didn't worry much.
When Da Ang woke up, they had returned to the center of the prehistoric Wubuzhou.
Yang Jian said goodbye to the dragon masters, and said that he would go to the Dragon Palace to see him later, and then flew to Beiju Luzhou with the impatient Daang.
When he returned to the Xuanming tribe, Yang Jian felt that the anger here was a little bit more; that Qi Luck Sinan gave away, but he did not know whether the Qi Luck here had recovered.
As soon as the three-headed Bibo Jiaozhu of the Queen of Transforming Dragon, a skylight for the life-saving of the Witch Clan, was delivered, several great witch sacrifices hurriedly appeared, thanked Yang Jian for a few words, and took them to set up some secret place.
Yang Jian looked for a quiet corner to meditate and pondered the information he had recently received.
Tianyan Daozi is definitely a mysterious power that will continue to involve himself in the future, with unpredictable magical powers, and possesses a chaotic clock.
He told Yang Jian that in the future, there will be a big liquidation between the world and the earth. The meaning of "life and death reversal" may refer to those who have once closed the curtain, and may all have a chance to return.
This kind of thing may indeed happen in Honghuang.
One's own strength, of course, is the stronger the better, and there can be no rest and relaxation at all.
It is estimated that Da Ang will confuse with him in the future, and together with the three war witches who went to the kingdom of heaven this time, help him train the three thousand witch children who are about to be sent.
These people have left their hometowns to join Yang Jian, and Yang Jian will also find a place for them to settle down; in future battles, they must try to minimize their casualties, so that they can be worthy of the "great love" Houtu empress.
"The flesh is sanctified," Yang Jian was a little yearning.
That should be the realm of Pangu Great God... I don't know if I have the day when he arrives.
The scenery there must be very comfortable.
...
Three days later, Yang Jian left Beiju Luzhou without a person, and went straight towards Yuquan Mountain.
First I saw Master, listened to a few words from Master, and met my mother and younger sister.
When trapped in Wuchenjie, Yang Jian thought a lot, and missed his mother and younger sister a lot. This time, Yang Jian took the time to get together with his relatives for a few days. Only then did he summon the twelve commanders and took them to the new home...
Meishan.
When Yang Jian chose the place for the garrison himself in the Heavenly Court that day, he chose Meishan from left and right.
Of course, this is due to the ‘Seven Friends of Meishan’, but what Yang Jian did was to cut off the malignant tumor at the junction of Luzhou, Zhongshenzhou, and Xiniuhezhou.
From a distance, Yang Jian saw the evil spirit rising into the sky.
The twelve commanders who followed hurriedly reported forward and explained everything they investigated about Meishan.
The more he listened, the deeper Yang Jian frowned.
Meishan is full of poor mountains and bad waters, but there are also many places full of aura.
If you own Meishan, you can enter Xi Niu Hezhou in the west and Bei Ju Luzhou in the north, which will even choke off the gateway to the northwest of Central China.
In addition to the monster race in this place, a town was raised; turning the place where the monster race gathered into a place for human monks to exchange goods, he could also earn some taxes and feed a soldier and horse. Wouldn't it be the best of both worlds? ?
Previously, what Yang Jian had been thinking about was that he had gone through the difficulty of conferring the gods first, and then set about arranging the matter of Meishan.
But when he went out for a walk, Yang Jian changed his mind a little, and felt that he was building a side power, but he was actually increasing his strength in disguise.
Fengshen's bureau 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 I think that Daji has been placed in the Dragon Palace by herself, some changes will inevitably take place in the Fengshen, Yang Jian has some expectations in his heart...
More than half a year's work is enough to clean up Meishan.
The 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 Yuding Zhenren~EbookFREE.me~ Their respective combat powers are also considered to be in the room. Although they are far from the monster clan commander, they have great potential for victory.
He is the only one with his own combat power, with twelve Witch young girls.
Above Meishan, the aura of the demon race was very mottled, and Yang Jian roughly felt that there were hundreds of thousands of demon races, and there were tens of thousands of little demons comparable to the heavenly soldiers.
Tens of thousands of troops, more than a hundred golden fairy demon clan, a few great Luo golden demon aura...
The strength of these monster races can actually be singled out by Yang Jian himself; but what Yang Jian wants is long-term stability in the future. He must win with his strength, so that the monster race is afraid of the forces here and dare not come back again.
Troops...
"It seems that we are going to borrow troops."
But this borrowed soldiers, should I go to Heavenly Court or Dragon Palace?
Yang Jian closed his eyes and thought, for a moment he was really uncertain.