Chapter 241 Burden

The Fifth Xuan was awakened by a pulling sensation, just like the feeling of someone pulling his pajamas when he was fast asleep.

This made him have the illusion of living in his previous life. He wanted to reach out and pry away the hand that was pulling him. After waving the non-existent hand twice, the Fifth Xuan regained consciousness.

He was no longer in that gentle world. He

didn't know how long it had been since he had slept so soundly. He was reluctant to open his eyes and look at the outside world until bursts of cheers came. He

opened his sleepy eyes and looked outside the totem. Standing outside the Bagua space was a figure with legs crossed and a very proud back.

Shaking his dizzy head, the Fifth Xuan took a closer look and recognized that it was the back of the third-generation Herb Witch.

In the entire Fire Tribe, there is no one else who can escape to this state except this outsider.

Looking around, Diwu Xuan found that his totem power had been restored to a large extent, but it was still being pulled out of the Bagua space. He

looked outside in confusion. In front of the Third Generation of Herb Witch, there were madly surging Fire Tribe warriors, and his totem power was being led by the Third Generation of Herb Witch to rush towards those totem warriors.

"What is this...?"

Diwu Xuan murmured in confusion.

"Is this your ability?"

The voice of the Bull Totem came, and there was surprise in the voice, as if he was very...envious of this ability.

"What ability?"

Diwu Xuan asked.

He had been sleeping since he pushed the Third Generation of Herb Witch out, and had no idea what was happening outside.

"They said this is the magic strike technique of your second-generation witch, and this third-generation herb witch has learned it and can use it on other people."

The Bull Totem explained.

"He learned the magic strike?"

The Fifth Xuan suddenly woke up and asked in surprise.

"How did he do it?"

"Uh... he threw some dried meat on you, and then kicked a lot of stones, and then he could mobilize your power and give it to those warriors."

The Fifth Xuan was very upset and looked at the third-generation herb witch with a much colder look.

The third-generation herb witch seemed to have noticed something, turned around and looked at the Fifth Xuan who was wrapped in thick mist, grinned, and ran down the altar.

"This is the third time he has used the magic strike. He did it the first and second time, but he didn't this time, it seems to be okay."

The Bull Totem said as a finishing touch.

"I will teach him a lesson sooner or later."

The Fifth Xuan controlled his totem power and did not let the Third Generation Herb Witch squander it.

He has not recovered yet, and there is no war. The Third Generation Herb Witch is just playing around and it has no meaning.

"Is this your ability?"

The Bull Totem asked again. He was very curious about the Fifth Xuan's ability.

"It should be more than that."

The Fifth Xuan said and began to pay attention to his own condition.

Now his consciousness has returned to the totem stone, but in his feeling, it seems that he can re-enter the Bagua space at any time.

Looking at the eight totem pillars in the mist, the Fifth Xuan had a headache.

These totem pillars still stood on the high platform and did not integrate into his body. In this way, the Bagua space can only stand on the altar, which is very inconvenient for him.

"Did your totem pillars disappear in the end?"

Diwu Xuan asked Niu Tuteng.

He vaguely remembered Niu Tuteng saying that the totem pillars disappeared after he was promoted.

"I ate all the power in the totem pillars. The totem pillars turned into stone pillars and are useless."

Niu Tuteng replied.

Diwu Xuan nodded and looked at the eight totem pillars again.

He could feel that he could not absorb these powers. Once absorbed, the Bagua space might no longer exist.

"This is really troublesome."

Diwu Xuan thought and looked at the little turtle.

"Ba Xia, how about I put the eight totem pillars on your back?"

"Oh..."

The little turtle shouted dissatisfiedly, as if he didn't want to accept his suggestion.

"If I don't put them on your back, then I am not a Ming Totem. Think about it, it's so cool to carry a Ming Totem, but carrying a Ling Totem will make people look down on you."

The Fifth Xuan said in a gentle and persuasive manner.

"Yeah..."

The little turtle is no longer the naive child he was before, and he rejected the Fifth Xuan's suggestion.

According to him, the totem pillars are too big, and there is not enough space on his back to carry them.

This is not an excuse. The totem pillars are thick, and two or three of them can fill the turtle's back. If all eight come up, they have to be strung together and stacked up.

"I'll just refine them."

The Fifth Xuan could feel that although these totem pillars still have their own unique consciousness, they have established a host and parasitic relationship with him, and they have to rely on him to survive.

"Om..."

Diwu Xuan released the totem fire directly, wrapping up the entire thick fog. After becoming a bright totem, he could control the totem fire freely, without the need for the tribesmen to worship as a trigger. The

eight totem pillars were burned by the totem fire, and soon shrank to only half the height of Diwu Xuan, and became as thick as an adult's thigh.

"Collect."

Following the command of Diwu Xuan, eight totem pillars wrapped in thick mist rose from the ground and floated towards the turtle shell of the little turtle.

"Dong..."

The Qian Gua fell on the turtle shell of the little turtle, hitting his whole body and sinking it suddenly.

"Dongdongdong..."

One by one, the totem pillars fell on him, pressing him down little by little, and finally his body almost fell to the ground.

"Ang..."

He complained to Diwu Xuan that it was too heavy.

"Don't be afraid of it being heavy, you will get used to it slowly. Look how mighty and domineering you are now."

Diwu Xuan said while comforting the little turtle.

"Indeed domineering."

The Bull Totem watched from below and said sincerely.

He had always envied Diwu Xuan for having a mount, being able to communicate, and being able to move freely.

At this time, the little turtle was shrouded in thick mist. Half of the Fifth Xuan's body was sticking out of the thick mist. He looked really extraordinary. The bull totem was not nonsense.

The people of the Fire Tribe had already noticed all this. The Third Generation Herb Witch jumped up and wanted to get closer to watch.

"Hit him. When he threw the stone, he must have hit you."

Fifth Xuan said to the little turtle.

"Ah..."

The little turtle screamed, stretched out his hand and slapped the Third Generation Herb Witch beside him, knocking him down and rolling off the altar.

For primitive people, such injuries were not big, and it was not the first time for the Third Generation Herb Witch to experience this, so Fifth Xuan didn't care at all, just feeling his current body.

The eight pillars seemed to be part of his body, but they had their own will. It felt very strange, just like the space in the thick mist, big and small.

"I'll get used to it slowly."

Diwu Xuan said, and suddenly looked at the little turtle.

As the eight totem pillars fell on him, he seemed to have changed a little.