Yang Jian's scalp was numb from the eyes of the old witch clan, and he couldn't help but take a step back and warn: "Don't mess around! Otherwise, don't blame me for not giving Hou Tu Niang Niang face!"

The old witch clan was stunned for a moment, and then smiled bitterly: "Young master, you have misunderstood!"

Young master?

Now it was Yang Jian's turn to be stunned!

The old witch clan seemed to know that Yang Jian didn't understand very well, so he explained: "Young master, my name is Wu Sai, I am the high priest of the harvest tribe, you have the essence and blood of the Emperor Jiang Ancestor Witch and the Houtu Ancestor Witch, and you are the person chosen by the Houtu Ancestor Witch, so naturally you are the young master of my Wu Clan!"

Harvest tribes?

Yang Jian gasped when he heard this, and finally understood why these witch clans looked so terrifying!

Among the twelve ancestral witches, the human-faced tiger body representing the ancestor of the Western Golden Witch is already terrifying, and it is natural for his tribal descendants to look like this.

"Young master, I didn't expect to see you in my lifetime, maybe this is what Father God meant!"

With a look of reverence, the witch priest looked up in the air, as if the Pangu god was standing on the top under that distant gaze.

Yang Jian's expression was complicated, he looked at the lock behind the old man, and hesitated: "...... you guys are"

The witch priest smiled indifferently and said: "The young master doesn't know, this chain is called the Nether Chain, which is extremely restrained against my Wu clan, and it is specially used to deal with our Wu clan!"

Yang Jian was stunned for a moment, muttered two sentences in his mouth, and wondered: "Why are you locked here, who locked you here?"

When the witch priest heard this, he glanced at the clansmen who were still roaring in the distance, and sighed: "Young master, do you know, when the Lich War was in the past, the dragon clan suddenly joined the war, and we were captured by the great supernatural powers of the dragon clan to suppress this sea eye!"

"Why is that?"

Yang Jian frowned, not knowing why.

After all, judging from the previous events in Ao Yang, this sea eye is like a prison of the dragon clan in Yang Jian's eyes, but listening to what the witch priest said, it doesn't seem to be like that.

Seeing Yang Jian's puzzled look, the witch priest shook his head and said: "Actually, we don't know very well, but for so many years, our clansmen have been trapped in the void by the Netherworld Chain, like a city wall blocking the void, although we don't know what it means, but judging from our feelings for so many years, there seems to be something terrifying in the depths of this void!"

"Terrifying thing?" Yang Jian's face changed slightly.

"That's right!" said this, a hint of fear flashed in the witch's eyes, "I also know what it is, in fact, in these countless years, there have been several mysterious shadows that have tried to break through, but for some reason, our bodies are very restrained from them, and they scream in pain as if they are on fire when they touch us, and because of this, we have not encountered these shadows in these tens of millions of years!"

Yang Jian nodded thoughtfully, understanding that this sea eye was not as simple as he imagined, but this was not the time to think about this, he looked at the Wu clan who was still roaring, and said to the witch sacrifice: "Great sacrifice, why are you clansmen screaming so wildly, now that the Dragon Palace outside has been affected, I don't know if you can ......"

When the witch priest heard Yang Jian's this, he immediately said helplessly: "Young master, you misunderstood, it's not that my clansmen have to roar, it's really too turbid, my witch clan is worse than dead if you stay here!"

At this point, his expression was gloomy: "Before, the black dragon sealed our spiritual wisdom day and night, and we couldn't feel these pains, so it was nothing, but now after the black dragon cut itself, our spiritual wisdom has awakened, and this invisible pain, even we witches can't stand it!"

Yang Jian suddenly realized that at the same time, his face also showed a look of embarrassment, after all, if the pain of the Wu clan was not allowed to be screamed, it would be too cruel, but if they were allowed to call like this, this Dragon Palace would not want to be peaceful.

So, he hesitated for a moment and said with a wry smile: "High Priest, I don't know if there is any way to alleviate your pain? If you continue to scream like this, I'm afraid that the Dragon Palace outside will be overturned!"

Hearing this, the witch priest's eyes flickered, and he looked at Yang Jian fixedly and said, "Young master, there is only one way!"

"What?" Yang Jian was overjoyed.

"Let's get out of here!" said the witch priest word by word.

"Ahh

"Young Master, as long as we leave here, all these problems will naturally be solved!"

Yang Jian looked at the scorching gaze of the witch priest, took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice: "Great Priest, I naturally want to save you out, but how can I break this netherworld chain, even if you can break it, you can't enter the Great Wilderness!

The witch priest's face remained unchanged, and he smiled: "I know, that's why I may be the will of the Father!"

Yang Jian was stunned for a moment, not understanding the meaning of the witch sacrifice.

The witch priest looked at the clansmen in the distance and sighed faintly: "Countless years ago, when I was captured here, my clan had 50,000 people, but now, there are only 1,200 people left!"

Yang Jian's heart was shocked.

"Actually, for us, you are our new ancestor witch, and because of your half-witch and half-forgiving status, you can walk in the great wilderness openly, I think, Houtu Ancestor Witch should also have this plan back then!"

Seeing that Yang Jian still didn't understand, he smiled and said: "It's very simple, as long as we swear to give up our identity as a witch, we will definitely be able to leave with you, young master!"

Yang Jian was stunned for a moment, and hesitated: "What about this Netherworld Chain?"

The witch priest suddenly showed a mysterious smile: "This is for you to pass the test of our ancestral witches, young master!"

"Test!"

"That's right!" Wu Sai's expression became rare and serious: "Although you are the inheritor recognized by the Houtu Ancestor Witch, the Wu clan also has rules, if you want us to swear allegiance to the death, you must pass the test!"

After that, he didn't wait for Yang Jian to answer, his expression was solemn, and he shouted: "I have asked the clansmen of the harvest tribe to listen to the order, and now the young master is willing to take us out of this cage, are you willing!"

"Yes!"

The uniform sound was accompanied by a roar of rage.

Yang Jian's heart tightened, pursed his lips, and said in a deep voice: "Bar, what test?"

Now, he has no way out, since leaving with these witches is the only way to solve this matter, then he will take it, besides, he is not without benefits, he can get 1200 loyal subordinates, which will be of great benefit to him in the future to fight against the court to rescue his mother.

So, he completely let go of his heart, and the whole Rao momentum climbed to the extreme.

Seeing Yang Jian's high-spirited appearance, a flash of appreciation flashed in his eyes, and then he said seriously: "Young master, at the beginning of the test, there is no way back, life and death have life, no regrets!"

Yang Jian took a deep breath, and a blazing flame burned in his eyes: "Less nonsense, let's start!"

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