Yang Jian was quickly defeated, arched his hands, and walked quickly towards the thatched hut of the Great Witch Sacrifice.

When Yang Jian entered the grass hut, Dahua couldn't hold back any longer, raised his head and shouted, and went to scratch Da Ang again.

But when he heard the clang, a very heavy object slipped from Dahua's body and fell to the ground, Da Ang secretly squatted down, picked it up and looked at it, smiled and stuffed the object to Dahua.

"Don't make trouble, let's not make trouble, you see that your thing has fallen, don't cry. ”

"Are you a three-year-old child!" Dahua gritted his teeth and cursed, picked up the small 'shield' in his hand and looked at it, and immediately blinked.

"Forget it!" Dahua sighed, his eyes clearly a little disgusted, "Just make do with this Dragon Palace prince." Alas, what a good relationship, why was it lost by you like this!"

Da Ang smiled, "Look, this is earthly." ”

"Here you go! all for you!" Dahua took out three gourds in one breath and threw them to Daang.

Da Ang was overjoyed, and took the gourd and went to the room of the great witch festival.

"Patriarch, why did we confiscate ......?"

"Hmph, it's useless to take those things back, so you 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 hut of the Great Witch Sacrifice? This Dahua definitely did not want to go back.

Soon, Dahua saw that several great witch priests she knew had come here, and they didn't come alone, they all brought two 'old witches'

After Yang Jian entered the thatched hut, he stayed for a long time before coming out, and when he came out, there were already twelve dying old witch clans standing in front of the thatched hut.

These are six men and six women, according to the lifespan of the pure-blooded ancestral witch tribe, they are not even teenagers and girls at this time, but they don't have enough qi, and their cultivation tribe can only live to 10,000 years......

"What are you doing with this witch clan?" Dahua muttered, watching from the corner.

After Yang Jian walked out, he looked at the twelve young men and girls of the Wu Clan, and behind him were the six thin Wu Clan Great Witch Priests.

A great witch priest said something in the witch language, and the twelve 'young girls' all cried bitterly.

The Great Witch Priest scolded in a stern tone, and the twelve Wu Clans slowly knelt in front of Yang Jian and bowed.

After three knocks, Yang Jian hurriedly helped them up and said a few words softly.

Yang Jian took a small tent boat out, let the twelve Wu people stand on the boat, said goodbye again, and flew to the sky.

"Do you really want to send the pure-blooded Wu clan to Yang Jian?" Dahua blinked, thought about it in his heart, and said coldly: "What you saw today, you all have to treat it as if you haven't seen it, and no one should go out and talk nonsense, do you hear?"

The women in battle armor should have said in unison.

These twelve 'old men' of the Witch Clan......

Yang Jian stood at the stern of the boat, looking at the twelve witches with old faces and dying twilight, and the sigh in his heart has not stopped since he left the Wu Clan.

He flew in the southwest direction, and he didn't plan to go back to the Dragon Clan to pick up Xiao Chan'er for the time being, and there were still many things to do.

Half a day later, Yang Jianjia took the twelve Wu people to the border between Beiju Luzhou and Zhongshenzhou, thought for a while, found a barren mountain, and took the twelve Wu people down.

Looking for a mountain with no aura but beautiful scenery, Yang Jian looked at the twelve witches in front of him to observe whether they suffered from the backlash of the witch clan's oath.

This is no longer the land of Beiju Luzhou, and the state of the twelve of them has not changed from before.

Obviously, the words of the previous great witch priests who expelled the twelve of them from the witch clan and the witch clan no longer recognized their cruel words had some effect.

These twelve witches didn't have much spirit in their eyes, and there was even a little will to die, Yang Jian asked them to come down, they tried to move as fast as possible, and then waited for Yang Jian's next instructions......

Yang Jian made a move with his palm, and a big stone next to the stream flew and landed behind Yang Jian.

Lifting the hem of his robe, Yang Jian sat down on the stone majestically, and asked the twelve people to report their names forward.

"The host ......"

A thin-faced shrine maiden whispered, "When we were expelled from the clan, our names were withdrawn. And we can't help you in such a situation...... If you have any instructions, just tell us. ”

Yang Jian's eyes met her, but the witch lowered her head and didn't dare to say anything.

They were still dressed in animal robes, barefoot, wrinkled skin, and hungry faces.

Yang Jian asked, "Do you think that the Great Witch Priests gave you to me?"

"Isn't it?" a 'young man' of the Wu clan asked rhetorically, and then his eyes turned red as he looked down at the earth.

"Yes and no, they just want me to save you," Yang Jian sighed, raised his hand and made a move, and a wave of earth qi within a radius of a hundred miles was summoned by him, surrounding the twelve witches.

Their bodies trembled slightly, but then they showed some pathetic looks.

Such abundant earth qi is enough to allow them to break through in hundreds of years and become real 'witches', but they ......

Among the twelve witches, the longest lifespan is afraid that it will not last for decades...... They are all people in their respective tribes who are about to die.

In Beiju Luzhou, how many Wu clan children are like this, they have been empty for thousands of years, relying on the minimum to maintain their lives, and survive one spring and autumn without hope one after another.

"You must know where the witch clan's predicament is. But relying solely on the energy provided by the Half-Witch Clan is never enough for you. ”

Yang Jian's voice was not in a hurry, he just said these truths to them, "And you are another hope of the Wu Clan." Although I need you to serve me, when there is no war on weekdays, you can also collect the local qi from all over the world and send it to Beiju Luzhou. ”

"I will not stop you in this matter. ”

Yang Jian said decisively, but the twelve witches were shocked and looked up at Yang Jian.

"Are you telling the truth?"

"Naturally, don't cheat," Yang Jian smiled, "The great witch sacrifices of your six tribes have chosen to trust me, why don't you believe it?"

"But......" a witch cried out sadly, "why us? We don't have a long life, why don't we choose twelve ...... who still have longevity?"

Before she finished speaking, Yang Jian raised his hand to stop her.

"I'm a person who always likes to do things that others can't do, and the twelve of you are also the agreement between me and your family's Great Witch Festival," Yang Jian said, "If within three years, I can make the twelve of you break through, stimulate the bloodline of the Wu Clan, become a real Wu, and enjoy the longevity of one yuan, you Wu Clan, will choose 1,200 Wu Clan children to hand over to me, and let me take them out of Beiju Luzhou." ”

The twelve witches were shaken.

If the 1,200 children of the Wu clan are like what Yang Jian said, they can survive outside one by one, and continue to collect earth qi and send them back to the clan......

Then, will those clansmen who died early due to lack of qualifications be able to live for nearly 10,000 years like them?

Each newborn Wu clan can get the same amount of land qi, but even if it is a clan directly related to the ancestral witch, there are also qualifications within it.

Not all the newborn witches can live for tens of thousands of years like these twelve witches.

And they, although they know that the real masters of the older generation of the clan are immortal, they also know the history of the Wu clan......

"Master!" a witch 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 is 1,200 children of the Wu Clan...... What Yang Jian said, there will be a lot to do!

"Stand up, you don't have to kneel in front of me at every turn in the future, and you don't have to call me master," Yang Jian's voice was a little stern, and the twelve witches hurriedly got up, and two of them trembled and almost fell.

Yang Jian said: "I'll make an appointment with you for three chapters first. ”

The Twelve Witches listened carefully.

"The root cause of the decline of the Wu clan is the exhaustion of luck, which is a matter of days and cannot be reversed. After following me, you need to keep this in mind, you can help the Wu clan alleviate the predicament, but don't think about it more! Otherwise, it will only harm you Wu Clan!"

The twelve witches hurriedly said: "Master, rest assured, the children of my witch clan all know about the borrowing of troops by the half-witch Chiyou in the past, and they don't dare to have such thoughts." ”

"We just want to make life a little better for the clan......"

Yang Jian raised his hand, and the twelve people quickly shut up.

"Also, don't call me master in the future, just call me the second master. ”

The twelve witches shouted in unison: "Second master." ”

Yang Jian's eyes flashed: "Third, I allow you to go back to the Wu Clan to send the earth's qi, but there is also a charter." Now swear that you will not tell the Witch a word about me. ”

Under Yang Jian's gaze, the twelve witches made up their minds one by one.

"As long as the host ...... As long as you agree, Second Master, let us send the earth qi back, and our life is yours!"

"Second Master, whether you let us hurt the heavens and reason, or steal chickens and dogs, we have been expelled from the Wu Clan, and we will be your subordinates from now on!"

"Although the strength of our twelve is like mustard in your eyes, our ancestors are also the great power of the heavens and the earth!

Yang Jian nodded indifferently, "Make an oath." ”

The twelve witches knelt down in the face of Yang Jian, and issued a natal oath to their respective ancestors, and now they are loyal to Yang Jian, so I won't go into details.

After the oath was over, Yang Jian also breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, slowly stood up, raised his hand, and dispersed the abundant earth qi around him.

Yang Jian said: "You follow me, you must pay attention to your words and deeds in the future." Sit cross-legged, and I'll let you break through today. ”

Break through today?

The twelve witches were still surprised, but they sat cross-legged as they spoke.

With a wave of Yang Jian's hand, twelve strands of Xuan Qi burst out and drilled into the chests of these twelve witches.

The twelve witches were stunned for a moment, and then they all looked excited, and their bodies were like thunder, and there was a sound like a tsunami in the mountains!

Yang Jian thought about it, these twelve witches are the twelve commanders under his account, and they should also lay a better foundation for them.

He took out the Demon Slaying Sword and slashed his wrist, forcing out twelve drops of blood and falling on the chests of the twelve sorcerers......