Chapter 240 The Divine Fight Reappears

Of course he knew the past of the Seventh Generation Shaman, thanks to those tribal elders who loved to bask in the sun and were talkative. They told this young man who spoke sweetly and could tell stories all about the Fire Tribe’s history.

And the elders knew the current shamans and leaders the best, and the Seventh Generation Shaman happened to be among them.

The more people know about the Seventh Generation Shaman, the more they can see the ups and downs in his ordinary life.

Yes, compared with the shamans of previous generations, the life of the Seventh Generation Shaman can only be called ordinary. He was accepted as a disciple by the Sixth Generation Shaman in his early years, and later he naturally became a shaman of the Sun Tribe. He was

protected by the Sixth Generation Shaman throughout his life, until he became the Seventh Generation Shaman, and the power was in the hands of the Sixth Generation Chief. There was not much he could do, and the abilities he demonstrated were really unremarkable.

Except for the time when he went crazy while healing the fire totem, the greatest highlight of his life was perhaps the back he left for the people of the Fire Tribe when he walked to the altar today.

"For the tribe, for the Fire Tribe."

Slowly, a voice rang out from his heart, and the voice became louder and louder, and more and more firm.

This was the power and faith that the seventh generation of witches left for him as a role model.

"I want to make the Fire Tribe stronger, stronger, strong enough to continue forever."

The third generation of the Hundred Herb Witch suddenly roared out his heart's voice, and he was sure that this was what he wanted.

The Fifth Xuan hesitated slightly. He didn't expect that a young man who had just entered the Fire Tribe not long ago would have such a wish.

"Om..."

The entire Bagua space suddenly vibrated, and the Fifth Xuan felt that the will of the third generation of the Hundred Herb Witch seemed to be burning in this space.

As his will burned, the entire space could sense this power. In the dark, something was waiting to awaken.

The Fifth Xuan's thoughts swept across the entire space. In the dark mist, he felt a weak will that seemed to be awakening, responding to the call of the Third Generation Herb Witch.

That will carried the same philosophy as the Third Generation Herb Witch. He wanted to respond to the Third Generation Herb Witch, but unfortunately he was very weak, too weak to demonstrate his existence.

"Let me lend you a hand."

The Fifth Xuan whispered softly, controlling the power of the entire space and sending it toward the light spot.

"Om..."

The vibration of the entire Bagua space became more severe, and the power in the Fifth Xuan's body rushed madly toward that consciousness.

The consciousness in the black mist became clearer and clearer, but the Fifth Xuan felt extremely painful. He felt that he had sent out not only the power of the totem, but also his own soul.

The pain from the split of his soul made his consciousness tremble in the whole space.

"Ah... What on earth... What on earth is going on?"

He asked painfully, but no one could give him an answer.

He wanted to take back the power, but he had a feeling that if he gave up this time, he didn't know how long it would take to summon this will again.

"What on earth is this?"

He asked angrily, and at the same time he wanted to bang his head against the wall, but he had no head, just a pure will without any entity.

"Ah..."

Screaming in pain, the Fifth Xuan insisted on sending out his power, even though it was accompanied by his soul.

"Buzz..."

The mist suddenly expanded and enveloped the entire altar, shocking the people below.

The eyes of the third-generation herb witch suddenly became bright, and the mist seemed to be dispelled. He saw a light spot in the distance.

The light spot became brighter and brighter, and closer and closer. Slowly, he finally saw the world in the light spot clearly.

On a mountain peak, a totem stone was placed on the ground.

The totem stone was not big, at least not as big as the current fire totem, and a corner was knocked off, making it look very shabby.

On the surface of the totem stone, there was a faint red font, the words were worn out and could not be seen clearly, and he could not recognize it.

In addition to the totem stone, there was another person in the world of light spots. The person was wrapped around a torn animal skin, and many places on the animal skin were polished to a shine, showing poverty and embarrassment.

But it was this person who gave him a strong sense of identity, as if this person had the same idea as him: to make the Fire Tribe stronger.

"Woo woo woo..."

The person spoke the language of the Fire Tribe, but it seemed more ancient and had fewer changes. He could not understand it very well, and it was not clear.

"Who is this?"

He asked softly, not knowing what happened.

"The second generation witch?"

Diwu Xuanqiang endured the pain and looked at the light spot.

It was a picture on the top of the mountain, and the person in the picture was the second generation witch.

The second generation witch was spinning around the original fire totem, and he seemed to be thinking and observing.

After he had been spinning for quite a while, he suddenly stopped, picked up a berry from the ground, lifted it up and threw it onto the fire totem.

Even though the Fifth Xuan had a worsening headache, he couldn't help rolling his eyes.

After many years, looking back at this period of history, he still had the urge to catch this guy to death.

"Are you going to kick stones at me next?"

Following the Fifth Xuan's guess, the second-generation wizard really started kicking stones. The stones flew up and hit the fire totem of that year. He was spinning around the totem stone like a madman.

The third-generation herb wizard widened his eyes. He guessed that the stone should be the totem stone and that this person should be a wizard. He even felt that this person looked familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere before, but this still couldn't erase his surprise.

The witch abused the totem of his tribe by throwing berries and kicking stones?

Such doubts flashed through his mind, making him a little unbelievable, but the next scene shocked him even more.

The totem stone was hit, and as if in counterattack, it shot out a blazing fiery red force, which flew towards the witch's head.

The scene of the head exploding that the third-generation herb witch imagined did not appear. Instead, the force seemed to drill into the man's head, and then the man's body exuded a scorching fiery red force.

His body was emitting fiery red power, and he stood there like a god.

He raised his head, as if he could see the world outside the light spot, and looked into the eyes of the third-generation herb witch.

The third-generation herb witch was stunned for a moment, and then he finally remembered who this person was.

"Second-generation witch?"

He shouted out the man's identity in surprise, and then saw the person in the light spot nodded at him, as if answering his guess.

"The art of divine attack?"

He asked this question in a higher voice, and then he saw a smile on the face of the second-generation wizard, who nodded again.

The third-generation herb wizard was stunned. He was a little confused about the situation for a moment, but the light in front of him was getting dim. The second-generation wizard waved to him and disappeared with the world of light.

"Huh..."

As the world in the light disappeared, the fifth Xuan let out a long breath. His headache was finally relieved, but fatigue swept over him, making him feel as if his upper eyelids and lower eyelids were fighting.

"Let's send him out first."

Sleepiness surged up, and the fifth Xuan couldn't control the strong sleepiness at all. He could only control the mist with great effort to push the third-generation herb wizard out of the Bagua space, and then he fell into a deep sleep.