By the time Yang Jian reappeared here, it was already in ruins.

The entire tribe was empty, with not a single sign of life, not even a corpse, only a blood-red bead floating in the air, emitting a strange red light.

"Is this the ancestral witch essence blood?" Yang Jian secretly guessed.

Before, when he left the tribe, he was originally going to wait for the Wu clan to open the seal and forcibly come and snatch it, after all, there were still many one-time spirit runes and magic weapons in the Qiankun ring given to him by the master, as long as he operated it properly, it was entirely possible to succeed.

But a secret message from the High Priestess of the Witch Spirit made him change his mind, and he decided to stand still for the time being, and wait and see.

Sure enough, after waiting for a long time, he saw Wu Jue's figure and aura that penetrated through the sky, and at that time he thought that he had been deceived by the witch spirit, but in the next second, he witnessed the scene of Wu Jue turning into nothingness from its peak.

Naturally, he finally understood Wu Ling's inexplicable words: "Little brother, you have the blood of the ancestral witch, you are destined for the blood of the ancestral witch, and the responsibility of our tribe to protect the millennium can finally end, if you are willing to believe me, please don't make a move, okay?"

"High Priest, although I don't know what is going on, but no matter what, I have written down this situation!"

Yang Jian didn't find a trace of life in the tribe, it was obvious that all the witch clans here had fallen, which probably made him understand what was going on.

The so-called fate, that's it!

At this time, the blood-red beads hovering in the sky seemed to sense something, and instantly rushed over and burrowed into Yang Jian's eyebrows.

As the blood of his entire body gradually boiled, Yang Jian was distracted, and quickly took out the array flag from the Qiankun Ring and threw it around, while he hurriedly sat cross-legged and began to smelt the blood of this ancestral witch.

As soon as the ancestral witch essence blood entered Yang Jian's body, it was like a fire burning in the forest, and his entire body began to crack as the violent flames burned.

"If the sky does not allow it, I will take it myself, and if the Tao is unfair, I should destroy it. The root of all cultivation, if there is no indomitable will, how can the way of heaven be established. ”

Yang Jian didn't dare to be careless, and according to the method said by the master, he began to silently run the mantra of the first turn and the first heaven of the Nine Turns Xuangong.

This was a crucial first step, and only after completing this most important foundation building could he begin the path of cultivating the Nine Transformations Xuangong.

The so-called, ninety-nine to one, although the last turn of the nine turns of Xuangong is missing, but there are still eight turns and seventy-two heavens, such as the first turn to build the foundation, that is, to refine the ancestral witch essence blood into one's own body, so that one's own blood turns into witch blood, and the witch body is achieved.

It can be said that this exercise is not for the human race to cultivate in the first place!

As Yang Jian's mind gradually entered the ethereal realm, the first center of gravity of the Nine Turns Xuangong silently operated on its own, and if anyone was outside, they would find that a gap gradually opened at the center of Yang Jian's eyebrows, and a black bead was faintly visible inside.

"With the blood of witches, train my body!"

I don't know how long it took, when the blood in Yang Jian's body gradually subsided and began to accept the ancestral witch essence blood that rushed into his body, the surrounding aura suddenly swarmed in, and in the eyes of the outside world, the place where Yang Jian was sitting seemed to have become a huge aura vortex, and countless aura frantically drilled towards his body.

A crackling aura burst in the air, and the milky white aura that was almost materialized seemed to turn into a long river flowing between heaven and earth, and the entire desolate battlefield trembled violently.

The earth was trembling wildly, and there seemed to be countless unjust spirits roaring underground, and the terrifying resentment plunged the whole world into an inexplicable panic.

"Niangniang, please help Jian'er!"

At this time, a young man with immortal wind bones suddenly appeared in the sky above Yang Jian, he looked at the world around him that was gradually collapsing, and bowed his hand slightly to the void.

If Yang Jian opened his eyes at this time, he would definitely find that this person was not his master Yuding Zhenren?

How could he get in?

"Yuding Zhenren, don't worry, the deity does what he says!"

A voice inexplicably appeared in the void, and then, the heavens and the earth fell silent for an instant, and a turntable the size of Qiankun faintly appeared in the world.

"Soul Rise!"

It was as if there was a supreme god gently brushing the chaotic world, and the world trembled, and then the earth that had been violently shaking was completely calm, and countless souls shook and bowed to the void as illusory souls drifted from the depths of the ground to the void turntable.

"Thank you, Ancestral Witch!"

"Go, go home!"

With a sigh, beads of blood floated up from the depths of the ground, and then rushed into Yang Jian's body one after another under the traction of an inexplicable force.

A red light flourished, and the blood in Yang Jian's body boiled again.

"Thank you, Niangniang!" Yuding Zhenren breathed a sigh of relief and shook his head at the void turntable.

"Yuding Zhenren is polite, these hundreds of millions of blood beads are the essence blood of the hundreds of millions of witch clans that fell here back then, with the help of their essence blood and the bloodline of the eldest brother in Yang Jian's body, he will definitely be able to complete the foundation of the Nine Transformations Xuangong!"

"Niangniang, you know that I am not thankful for this!" Yuding Zhenren looked at the faint crack in the center of Yang Jian's eyebrows, and couldn't help but sigh at Yang Jian's good fortune.

"Hehe, if it's this, don't thank you, I also ask for him, and I can take what I need!"

As the sound in the void faded away, Yuding Zhenren took a deep look at his apprentice, and disappeared without a trace.

It's done, he can finally rest assured!

And for Yang Jian at this time, the feeling was completely different, at first after his blood calmed down, he found a change that made him panic, although his blood was gradually fusing with the ancestral witch essence blood, but I don't know what's going on, the ancestral witch essence blood is extremely repulsive to his blood.

No matter how much he tried to fuse, nothing worked.

Just when he was at a loss, countless blood beads that didn't know where they came from suddenly rushed into his body and began to merge with his own blood.

Almost in the blink of an eye, it was as if he had changed his blood, and all the blood was fused with these blood beads.

And the ancestral witch essence blood, which still rejected his own blood at the beginning, finally stopped resisting and began to merge with his own blood.

Yang Jian's heart was shocked, knowing that the opportunity could not be missed, so he completely let go of his mind and let his body adapt to this indescribable change on its own.

And at this moment, if someone is watching from the side, they will find that a blood-red eye faintly appears around the crack in Yang Jian's eyebrows, and the eyes are vivid, as if someone has drawn an eye for him at the center of his eyebrows......