Since his cultivation, Yang Jian had not suffered such a serious injury.

Of course, this is also because he has just practiced for more than 500 years, and he has not fought with others a few times, so maybe there will be even more miserable situations in the future......

When he was unconscious in the air, what he couldn't let go of in his heart was actually the demon in the Black Mountain.

After all, it was a monster he made, and if he was unconscious, the monster would ravage all over Beiju Luzhou, and even rush out of Beiju Luzhou......

I have to recover quickly.

Before Yang Jian's Yuan Shen closed himself, the only thing he had in his mind was this thought.

Perhaps because he had always had such an idea in his heart, coupled with the incomparably mysterious eight or nine Xuangong, he swallowed more than ten kinds of elixirs given by his master in one go, and it happened that there were several elixirs that could exert their medicinal power......

In short, when he fell into the valley and was carried away, the large bones in his body began to radiate crystal brilliance, the precious blood quickly regenerated, and the wounds in his chest began to repair quickly.

Originally, such an injury was endured by Da Luo Jinxian, and on the premise of maintaining his sanity, it would take a year and a half to heal.

But after seven days, Yang Jian's whole body had recovered as before, and three layers of dead skin had peeled off on his chest, and the wound was completely closed, like a baby's skin, containing a faint brilliance.

The vitality of heaven and earth was slowly absorbed by him, and gray 'springs' gradually appeared everywhere in the treasure body, and the Xuan Qi flowed out of these springs, from the trickling stream, converging into a great river, and finally surging all over the body.

Although it has not yet recovered to its peak strength, it has survived this difficult time unharmed.

Before the person wakes up, the sound moves first.

"Ahem, ahem!"

Yang Jian, who was lying on the stone bed, coughed violently twice, suddenly turned his head, and at the same time as he opened his eyes, a mouthful of blood sprayed to the side.

This blood was full of poisonous miasma, accompanied by a little heavenly fire power, after Yang Jian spit it out, he felt that his body was clear, there was no hindrance, and his breathing was much smoother.

His eyes were a little misty, and although his body had healed, his head had a sharp pain, and he wanted to get up slowly......

"Hey, don't move!"

An extremely gentle voice came from the side, and Yang Jian looked at it and couldn't help but be stunned.

This stunned was not because he saw any fairy and beauty, nor did he see any demons and monsters, purely because of the gentle voice and the burly man he saw...... The contrast is too great.

Standing next to the bed was a tall man, covered in tendon meat, wrapped in animal skins, and his long hair was tied into a bunch of pigtails, which was the most 'rough' in appearance among all the people Yang Jian had seen before.

This person has a small finger-thick ear hole in his left ear, and a small snake hangs on it, and the little snake is spitting out a scarlet tongue at Yang Jian, like a thin flame spewing out.

There was a ...... on this man's countenance Hideous, it seems to be a human race, but it does not look like a human face. There is a thunderbolt mark on his forehead, and if you look at it a few times, the thunder and lightning will seem to come to life......

"Thank you for the rescue," Yang Jian endured the headache and slowly sat up, looking for the source of the headache, and touched the back of his head.

What's going on? There's a big bag?

If he just fell from the air, even if the height was ten times higher at that time, according to the strength of his body, it would not be possible to leave the slightest scar.

How did this pack come about?

Why is it like being looked at in the back of the head with a stick? Who has the ability to do this without killing himself? The more I think about it, the more ridiculous it becomes.

The big man rubbed his hands, and Yang Jian saw at this time that this person turned out to be four arms......

What the master told him back then was still echoing in his ears, and a word came out of Yang Jian's mouth coldly.

"Witch?"

"Hey!" The man seemed to be very restrained, rubbing his big hands, looking at Yang Jian with narrowed eyes, and asked with some tentativeness: "People?"

"Hmm!" Yang Jian nodded, feeling a little emotion inexplicably in his heart, and slowly stood up, but found that he still had to look up at this big man of the Wu clan.

"Thank you for the rescue. ”

"No, no, my grandfather knocked you with a stick, ah no!" The more the big man said the two words, the more confused he became, but he panicked, shook his four hands in various ways, and took two steps back.

In Yang Jian's feelings, this person's strength was very strong, at least it made him feel a little pressure.

The big man of the Wu clan laughed a few times, turned his head and ran, still shouting: "Great sacrifice! Great sacrifice! That Terran guy is awake!"

Yang Jian couldn't help but look at himself, except for the damage to the fairy clothes, there was nothing rude.

Two steps forward, looking in the direction of the witch man running away, he saw a cave, and the sun was shining outside the cave.

He controlled the Xuan Qi to slowly dissolve the 'big bag' on the back of his head, and there was a domineering power left in the big bag, and when the Xuan Qi repaired Yang Jian's body on its own, he did not expel this power from his body.

At this time, Yang Jian used Xuan Qi to induce, and was surprised to find that this power could be slowly assimilated by Xuan Qi......

Could this be fate?

The Wu clan was born in the flesh and blood of the Pangu god, and his own practice is the Xuangong left by the Pangu god, and he has a relationship with the Houtu Niangniang.

One was planted in the sky, and it was planted on the territory of the Wu Clan, and in a coma, he was beaten with a stick, and he found that the strength of the Wu Clan's remaining in his wound could be assimilated by himself......

"Witch ......"

Yang Jian let out a light sigh from his mouth, he had already walked into the sun, and subconsciously covered his eyes with his arms, but then frowned.

It was not sunlight, but a fireball condensed with supernatural powers, hanging under the 'rattan pergola' that covered the sky, emitting a white-hot light.

And in this light is a ruined village built in a valley.

Half of the houses in the village are low wooden houses, and half are caves carved into the mountain walls.

There are hundreds of houses here, and there are hundreds of caves on both sides of the stone wall, and some figures can be seen inside, but most of them are Wu people with skin and bones and strange faces, and they are not the slightest bit angry.

Bleak, declining, lifeless.

This was Yang Jian's first impression of the Wu tribe in this place.

Is this the Wu Clan? Is this the Wu Clan who divided the world with the Demon Clan back then?

Even if the Wu clan is at fault, but the descendants of the god of Pangu have fallen to such a point, will the Heavenly Dao not recite the merits of the great god Pangu to open the heavens, and give them some blessings?

Yang Jian felt inexplicably in his heart.

The appearance of the Wu clan and the human race is similar, almost congenital Dao body, so in ancient times, there were many people who intermarried with the human race, and when the human race was enslaved by the demon race, it was also the Wu tribe that came out of the human race, so that the human race gradually developed.

After the Great Lich War, there were many tribes of the Terran who were born to be good at war, and it was also because of the remnants of the Wich bloodline.

Chi You is the best example, he was also half human and half witch back then, but he cultivated into a great witch, competing with the Yellow Emperor for the world, wanting to take away the luck of the human race, but in the end he died and struggled in vain.

——In the eyes of the Terran monks, they prefer to call Chi You a witch rather than the leader of the Terran Jiuli tribe back then.

But even so, the demon clan that slaughtered the human race in ancient times is still calling for wind and rain at the junction of the five continents, why did the Wu clan fall here?

The big man of the Wu clan was running towards a slightly larger thatched hut, shouting 'Great Sacrifice' and 'Great Sacrifice' all the way.

The thatched hut was like a bowl upside down on the ground, and it should have been the place where the most powerful people in the tribe lived, and it was not the slightest bit of beauty, but it was only stronger.

The curtain of the thatched hut was lifted, and a thin old man about half a foot tall walked out, followed by two Wu women who were not sweet, but they were by no means ugly.

Balls...... The majesty of a strong woman.

"Great sacrifice!Look!" The big man of the Wu clan pointed at Yang Jian, "He's awake!hahaha! Xiao Ang's stick doesn't count!"

The stick......

The short and thin old man was more like a human race, and said directly to the big man: "What are you still doing in a daze! Don't invite guests over! The clan has not been entertaining guests for a long time, is this bit of courtesy gone?"

"What is it?" the Wu Clan man was a little dazed.

Yang Jian laughed twice when he heard this, and strolled from not far away, his eyes couldn't help but sweep among the caves, and he saw many thin young witch clans, and his brows furrowed slightly.

The divine sense swept all over the valley, there were thousands of witch clans here, there were only dozens of strong people, and the others were all lying and sitting, and a few witch teenagers actually had some faces that had run out of oil......

If Hou Tu Niang Niang sees the decline of the same clan here, she will definitely feel uncomfortable.

After the covenant on the other side, it has been five hundred years since he saw it, and Yang Jian didn't dare to have any delusions in his heart, but he never forgot about it.

"Guest, come on, please come inside. The thin witch priest greeted Yang Jian enthusiastically, he was too old to tell whether it was a man or a woman.

"Well," Yang Jian responded a little dullly, and followed the great witch priest into the house, and under the guidance of the great witch priest, he sat on a futon with a low table in front of him.

The big man of the Wu clan and the two Wu girls whispered something, but what they said was a language that Yang Jian couldn't understand, with a murmur and a lot of nasal voices.

This is supposed to be the ancient witch language.

The great witch priest asked straight to the point: "You have the breath of the ancestor of my clan, the ancestor of the Houtu, dare to ask, but you have a relationship with the ancestor of the Houtu?"

"It's not a secret, I have received a lot of favors from Hou Tu Niang," Yang Jian said softly, got up and made a gesture, "I was seriously injured in fighting with people before, but fortunately I was rescued by the nobles." I don't know, but what can I do for you?"

"The guest is polite, since he is a friend of my ancestors, I should be courteous. The Great Witch Priest smiled dryly, "And we haven't done anything, you healed yourself." ”

Yang Jian thought for a while and said, "I see this place......

The big witch priest raised his hand and stopped Yang Jian from talking, and said: "Although my witch clan has fallen here, I don't want to be given alms by others, so if the guest wants to say something, let's take it back." ”

Yang Jian was dumbfounded.

He never thought that the Wu Clan was so proud, he really wanted to ask what was going on here, and he could help think of countermeasures.

But when I think about it, the great power of the desolation who has a friendship with the Wu clan does not know how much, if these problems are so easy to solve, the Wu clan will not fall to such a state.

Yang Jian sighed in his heart, arched his hand at the Great Witch Sacrifice, and was just about to sit down, but he heard a light laugh from outside the grass house, it was a woman's voice......

"Daang, I've heard that you have picked up a handsome Terran man?