The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

At the mouth of the Guanjiang River, figures flew down from the clouds and lined up on the bank of the river, standing there quietly, like 1,800 clay sculptures.

The 1,200 Wu Clan children stationed in various parts of Guanjiangkou all looked at this place. They already knew that each of them was left behind, and their aptitude, cultivation level, and warrior blood were slightly inferior to the 1,800 Wu Clan children.

But they didn't complain at all, witches don't have so many tricks, it's not as good as it is.

Yang Jian stood on the stone platform by the river bank, discussing something with the six friends from Meishan.

A big dog jumped down from the cloud and rubbed against Yang Jian's legs affectionately. Da Ang brought seven masters of the Wu clan down from the cloud. Among them were two old men with rickety stature, but the terrifying blood on their bodies made Yang Jian feel a little bit of fighting spirit.

"Going to go?" Da Ang waved six hands and moved forward, greeted Yang Jian, and then turned sideways to give way, "These are two elders sent by the clan, and there are not many strong ones left after the first battle of the Wu clan in ancient times."

Yang Jian hurried forward to greet the old man and the old woman, but these two silver-haired strong men of the Wu clan were quite respectful to Yang Jian.

Then I heard the old woman say: "The Witch Clan can get the help of the real king, and now they have begun to regain their vitality. We really don't know how to repay it. I heard that the real king is going to go to the chaos. Two old bones are here to help, let the real king drive."

The old man said with a smile: "Zhenjun Erlang is a master disciple of the Taoist sect, with profound kung fu skills, and the only person from ancient times who inherited the will of the father god, so don't be polite to us."

"Seniors, please take your seat." Yang Jian was really rude, and the six friends of Meishan quickly arranged a row of seats on the stone platform in the blink of an eye.

"Don't dare to be called by the seniors," the old woman smiled kindly, but she was all skinny, like a corpse, "From now on, we two old bones should also be called the second master."

Yang Jian couldn't stop laughing, "Seniors, stop teasing me."

"This is not a joke," Da Ang scratched his head and approached, secretly pulled Yang Jian down, and said with a serious face, "The great witch priest said that our witch clan has nothing to do now, and the two of them have been buried in the ground all the time in order not to grab the little earth energy from the newborn witches. It's good to be able to come out for a walk and exercise your muscles and bones."

buried in the ground...

Yang Jian felt a little sad in his heart—naturally, he was sad about the situation of the Wu clan.

Under the plan of the Qianhong Taoist, the Wu clan will never be allowed to leave the miasma-filled land of Beiju Luzhou.

The two elders of the Wu clan in front of them would rather be buried in the soil than lose the name of the Wu clan, but today they left the Wu clan and came here to help him.

How can I not feel sad?

"I'm afraid I will disappoint the two seniors..."

"Hey," the old man smiled heartily, "Second Lord, don't say such things. From now on, you will call me a witch ghost and her a witch. Although we are old, we can still rub things like Daang with one finger."

"Why did I become a thing!" Da raised his eyes and stared, "I'm also the general that the great witch sacrificed for me now!"

"Heh," Wu Gui straightened his back, "When we fought desperately with the demon saint, you still only flirted with those little demons!"

Da Ang immediately showed dissatisfaction, Yang Jian hurriedly stopped him, really afraid that the old one would fight directly.

Yang Jian said: "The two seniors should not have regained their vitality, why not just sit here and wait for a few months before entering the Chaos Sea."

The witch asked worriedly: "Second Master, I'm afraid these cubs can't resist the aura of chaos..."

"It has been properly arranged," Yang Jian simply made the chaotic beast into a warship, and then "reformed" the 1,800 Wu clan children and told the two seniors.

Wu Gui frowned and said: "I also wandered in the sea of ​​chaos back then, and killed several so-called spirit clans, and took their spiritual cores. Can this thing be used on our witch clan?"

How many have you killed?

Why did Yang Jian hear the bloody wind all over the sky in these words.

"It is possible to have the magic method given by the Great Master Xuandu." Yang Jian had to tell the method in detail about the method given by Xuandu.

Xuandu's "spiritual core transfer method" actually requires that the physical body of the planted spiritual core be tyrannical, and be able to withstand the impact of the spiritual core of the Great Luo Realm on the physical body.

The souls in these spiritual cores have been cleaned up, leaving only a relatively pure function - to transform the chaotic aura into aura that monks can absorb.

Pangu opened the world, turning the chaotic qi into clear and turbid qi, the turbid qi sank to become the earth, and the clear qi rose to become the sky.

The witch clan relies on turbid qi to practice, not to completely absorb the turbid qi, but to take the "essence" of it; the turbid qi corresponds to the clean qi, and if the turbid and clear qi are filled and mixed, it is the chaotic breath.

In other words, these auras transformed from the spiritual cores of the Chaos Spirit Clan also contain the "essence" necessary for the practice of the Witch Clan. They only need to take this essence and dissipate other auras, and they can use their spiritual cores to practice and survive in the sea of ​​chaos.

Although the reasoning is simple, it will take some effort to let this group of Wu Clan children whose strength is average in the Celestial Immortal Realm accept the spiritual core left by the Spirit Clan in the Great Luo Realm.

Fortunately, they are descendants of the Wu Clan. Although their cultivation base is in the Heavenly Immortal Realm, their physical bodies are stronger than the Golden Immortals of Yuan Shen Dao...

Da Ang is considered to be a relatively active mind among the Wu clan, and he suddenly became interested after listening to it for a long time.

"Second Master, Second Brother? Tsk, is there any spiritual core left by the quasi-holy realm master?" Da Ang suddenly became serious, "Why don't you test it on me? I will also set an example for these little guys!"

Yang Jian couldn't help laughing.

Although the Quasi-Holy Spirit Core is precious, he happens to have several in this incarnation.

In fact, even if Da Ang didn't take the initiative to bring it up, Yang Jian also had the same idea, and wanted to try to see if the combination of the master of the Wu Clan and the spiritual core of the Chaos Spirit Clan would be a little pleasant.

With a flip of his hand, Yang Jian held a fiery red gemstone in his palm, the size of a pomegranate, exuding a remnant of quasi-holy rhyme.

It originally belonged to a quasi-sage who practiced the way of fire. Since the quasi-sage was born in the sea of ​​chaos, it has accompanied him, and it is the foundation for the quasi-sage to live and work.

This tyrannical Chaos Spirit Race was wiped out by Puppet Fourteen back then, leaving no shards of soul left, but he branded his own way on this spiritual core.

"This matter must be cautious," Yang Jian said, "Don't be in a hurry, I will hold this spirit core for you, and when I find out how to combine the Wuzu with the spirit core, I will press it with you, how about it?"

"I want it! I want it!"

With red eyes shining, Da Ang snatched the spirit core, held it in his four big palms, and carefully observed it.

"Good stuff, good stuff!"

The witch ghost at the side cursed: "Da Ang, show us here!"

Da Ang immediately covered the spirit core tightly, as if to guard against thieves, but unexpectedly, the witch ghost just pushed it with his hands, and Da Ang flew in front of the witch ghost, and was calmly lifted by the witch ghost with one hand.

"Bring it, I don't want yours!"

Da Ang suddenly wept and looked at Yang Jian as if asking for help, but he saw that the second master had already walked down the stone platform and arrived in front of the 1,800 Wu clan children.

Six masters of the Wu clan who were of the same rank as Da Ang stood at the front, and the twelve commanders who Yang Jian had personally trained half of them stood in the second row.

Yang Jian said, "Everyone."

Eighteen hundred witches roared in unison: "Second master!"

Obviously it was ordered by Da Ang in advance.

"Sit down," Yang Jian waved his hands, and all of them sat down in front of him.

Some of these witches have struggled in the bitter cold of Beiju Luzhou for nine thousand or nine hundred years, and some of them are only a few hundred years old, but regardless of men and women, there is a kind of fanaticism in their eyes at this time, and a certain fighting spirit is burning in their eyes.

Witches are warlike, born for war.

This is the fighting spirit in the bones of the Kezai Wu Clan, and it is a clan condensed from the fighting blood flowing in the body after God Pangu was unwilling to fall.

Yang Jian rectified his thoughts and suppressed the passion aroused by these guys.

"After a few months, you will set off from now on to fight in the vast and endless chaotic sea," Yang Jian paced slowly, although his voice was a little deep, but with a certain power, it went straight into people's hearts.

"Before you leave, I have to tell you something, so that you don't know why you are bleeding."

Luo Yu, one of the Twelve Commanders, immediately shouted: "I am willing to die for the second master!"

Immediately, many witches shouted together: "I am willing to die for the second master!"

"You don't have to do it for me, you have heavier and more difficult responsibilities," Yang Jian said, suppressing the restless witches.

Yang Jian stopped pausing, covered a radius of ten miles with profound energy, isolated all spiritual senses from viewing, and said what he wanted to tell them in his heart, without rushing:

"The Wu Clan was born from God Pangu, but do you know why God Pangu fell? He was for this world, for those creatures who came with him and are still reincarnating in this world at this time."

"I can't tell you too much in detail. You just need to know that God Pangu was the strongest in the great world before the prehistoric era, but he was buried by a terrifying and powerful enemy in that era. He was buried by those powerful enemies in several eras."

"God Pangu desperately fought back those powerful enemies, but he only temporarily repelled those powerful enemies. At this moment, it can be concluded that those powerful enemies will come again one day, and will bury this great world like the previous few times!"

Upon hearing this, the witch ghost and witch had changed their complexions and stood up tremblingly.

These anecdotes from Yang Jian's mouth have never been circulated in the prehistoric times.

"God Pangu made all kinds of arrangements. Even if he died, he would set up a big formation to protect the prehistoric world. That big formation is the way of heaven today! And the witch, born from the blood of God Pangu, is the fire seed left by God Pangu to fight against those powerful enemies!"

"But the Witch Clan is still being plotted by the spies placed by these powerful enemies. I can tell you today, because Daozu Hongjun has been wiped out by the six saints. Daozu cultivated the Monster Clan with the intention of subverting the Witch Clan and extinguishing the last fire left by God Pangu."

"He almost did it. Each of you think about the current situation of the Wu Clan. Even if Daozu is dead, it is impossible to restore the decline of the Wu Clan."

There was a sudden cry from behind Yang Jian. The witch and ghost pointed at the sky and cursed angrily, but the curse was insane, and the witch couldn't even cry.

"Once Dao Patriarch died, those powerful enemies must have known about it, and they might show up suddenly, maybe only a hundred years later, or maybe ten thousand years later.

But they will come eventually, destroying all creatures in the entire chaos and destroying all the imprints left by God Pangu. And you, perhaps, are the last light and fire that the Wu Clan can bloom.

Confused? Are you afraid? Come on, cheer up, don't say that you will die for me in the future, I, Yang Jian, am not worthy of letting you die for me!

Because what you want to inherit is Pangu's will, Pangu's sustenance and expectation for the witch clan!

You have the blood of Pangu flowing in your body, and you are the sharp blades that can face those powerful enemies directly! It is a high wall that can protect this world!

I have been waiting for this day for nearly a thousand years.

Thousands of years ago, I wanted you to enter the sea of ​​chaos to practice and practice, but you haven't reached the level of ability yet, and you can't stand the spiritual core entering your body.

But today, I can't wait anymore, I can't wait any longer!

There is no time for you to slowly absorb the earth energy to practice, and there is no stable life for you to practice and experience every day.

After leaving the Great Desolation, you all have to accept these. These are the spiritual cores I took from the corpses of the Chaos Eldar, and they still have some aftertaste, but they can allow you to gain a foothold in Chaos, sharpen your weapons quickly, and build high walls!

When you are in the sea of ​​chaos, I will let you face the most difficult battle situation and face the strongest enemy!

You must seize every opportunity to practice and break through! Do everything possible to awaken your true blood and discover your true potential!

You are witches! He is a descendant of Pangu!

Even if you need thousands of souls to pour blood to awaken your blood, I, Yang Jian, will be this villain!

Remember, whether you will be the first batch of prehistoric creatures standing in front of those powerful enemies in the future, or the only prehistoric creatures remaining at the end of the battle.

Don't forget the past hatred!

Don't blame Pangu. "