Chapter 256 The resigned Ming Totem Spirit

"No."

Chief Zhan's eyes were red as he looked at the Sixth Generation Chief who had lost his ability to resist.

He rushed out of the team frantically, roaring while trying his best to get close to the son of the Ice Bear Tribe chief. He held the stone knife tightly in his hand. He wanted to kill this powerful enemy.

"God strike."

On the way over, Chief Zhan had already activated the God strike technique he had learned, allowing the totem power to descend and increase his ability.

"Are you here to die?"

The son of the Ice Bear Tribe chief seemed to enjoy the idea of ​​torturing the Sixth Generation Chief to death. He was not willing to kill the enemy in such a hurry, so after kicking the Sixth Generation Chief away, he rushed towards Chief Zhan.

"Bang."

With a collision, Chief Zhan's chest immediately sank.

"Chief."

A warrior rushed forward to catch the War Chief, but was simply dragged down and could not hold up his body.

Without a spiritual weapon, he could not resist at all.

"Who else?"

The son of the Ice Bear Tribe chief enjoyed such an achievement and was arrogant on the battlefield.

The six generations of chiefs and the War Chief were crippled one after another, and no one in the Fire Tribe dared to challenge this powerful existence.

Just when he was about to continue to be arrogant, the voice of the War Chief came out again.

"I dedicate my life and my soul to you, Fire Totem, your most loyal warrior, the War Chief, one of the leaders of the 500-man team of all generations, and pray for your coming."

The War Chief lay on the ground, raised the stone knife in his hand with difficulty, prayed to the sky, and at the same time used all his strength to launch the magic fighting technique.

His body had been distorted by the impact, and some parts of his flesh and blood were blurred and even exposed to the bones, but his voice was still firm and his eyes were still persistent.

Thousands of miles away, the sleeping Fifth Xuan seemed to hear a call from the unknown. The voice was pious and praying, slowly waking him up.

"Go, go and see what my warriors... have experienced."

The Fifth Xuan did not reject the power of the call, and was then pulled by a force, crossing mountains and rivers, and instantly came to an unfamiliar battlefield.

A layer of black and white mist lingered on the stone knife in the hands of the war leader, and slowly the mist spread to his body, wrapping him up in it. Behind

him, the Fifth Xuan, who was made of mist, slowly stood up and looked at the son of the leader of the Ice Bear Tribe in front of him.

With the appearance of the Fifth Xuan, the son of the Ice Bear Tribe leader finally put away his arrogant attitude, and the totem stone in his hand even emitted a series of deer calls.

Along with the deer calls, the totem stone emitted a strong totem fire that lingered towards the son of the Ice Bear Tribe leader, and finally a huge male deer appeared behind him.

It cried and issued a series of threatening sounds to the Fifth Xuan.

The Fifth Xuan did not look at him, but stroked the forehead of the war leader with his hands made of thick mist, and asked softly: "Child, don't you know the result of the second generation of witches?"

Summoning him at the cost of life, then the only thing to pay is life.

Chief Zhan naturally couldn't hear his words, but he could feel what Fifth Xuan meant. He smiled and looked at Fifth Xuan, with only satisfaction in his eyes, without a trace of other emotions.

In such a tragic battlefield, Chief Zhan was more concerned about the response of the totem to him.

In front of faith, nothing else matters.

"Alas..."

Fifth Xuan sighed and glanced at the battlefield. He noticed that the sixth-generation leader was lying on the ground covered in blood, and also noticed that more enemies and their own people did not participate in this war.

It felt like a battle of a few people, but from the results of the battle, it seemed like a fight to the death, like a fight between gladiators.

"Since it is your wish, then let me help you fulfill it."

The Fifth Xuan had limited time, so he didn't say anything more. He responded, touched the hand of the war leader and slowly raised it.

A dark gas rose from the forehead of the war leader. It was the soul of the war leader, but it was extracted by the Fifth Xuan and turned into a long and sharp sword.

The whole battlefield fell silent, and everyone looked at the Fifth Xuan, who was composed of thick fog, and the soul sword he pulled out of the war leader's head.

The voice of the deer became stronger, even with a hint of fear, but it was still not enough to attract everyone's attention. They couldn't help but lock their eyes on the Fifth Xuan.

"You made me lose a brave child, and his soul will no longer return to the totem fire."

The Fifth Xuan said to the bright totem in the form of a stag in front of him.

While speaking, he was already floating towards the stag that was also floating in the air.

He didn't have much time, so he had to use it carefully.

The stag lowered its head and kept kicking its heels, as if it was about to charge.

Diwu Xuan didn't care about his movements at all. As a Ming Totem, Diwu Xuan could easily feel his own surging power and the stag's weak power.

The difference between the two was huge, perhaps this was the flaw of the spiritual weapon after it was upgraded.

The irritable stag finally couldn't help but rush out, but Diwu Xuan just smiled lightly, stretched his left arm forward, and thick mist immediately surged out, wrapping around the stag, making him feel like he was stepping into a swamp.

In his right hand, the black blade transformed from the soul of the war leader went straight into the stag's neck.

The stag roared crazily, but no matter how he struggled, the thick mist on the Fifth Xuan's left hand still entangled him tightly.

"Spare me, I am willing to surrender."

Finally, the stag, unable to bear the Fifth Xuan's destruction, opened his mouth and begged for mercy.

But this was meaningless to the Fifth Xuan. What would it matter if he surrendered? He would soon return to the totem stone. If he didn't kill the stag totem, the Fire Tribe warriors would still not be safe.

He twisted his right hand, and the soul sword tore a big hole in the enemy's body.

There is no fatal part of the totem spirit body. If you want to kill it, the best way is to chop it to pieces.

"I give up the totem stone and am willing to go with you."

The fifth Xuan, who was about to raise his hand to split the stag, stopped. He looked at the stag and guessed the meaning of his words.

"If your totem stone space is large enough, I am willing to submit to you and be under your rule."

The stag emphasized again.

"Big?"

The fifth Xuan frowned. He didn't even know how big his Bagua space was, but was what the stag said true?

He looked at the stag with distrust.

"Just hold on to me, and when you return, I will follow you back."

The stag saw that Diwu Xuan was a newly promoted powerful Ming totem, and was afraid that he didn't understand the method, so he hurriedly explained.

Diwu Xuan nodded, he suddenly turned over, rode on the stag, and then began to let the totem stone pull him back to the Bagua space.

This active return allowed him to control the speed of the return, and as he flew south, the stag he sat on was indeed led by him.

"Swoosh..."

The thick mist wrapped around Diwu Xuan and the stag, and just like that, it disappeared in front of everyone.

Everything happened in a flash, from the appearance of Diwu Xuan to his departure, it was only a few seconds in total, but the totem stone held by the son of the Ice Bear Tribe leader had lost all its power.

He stared in astonishment at the dense fog that was moving southward like lightning, and following it was the totem spirit in the totem stone in his hand, the stag that his ancestors had subdued.

"Kill."

The sixth-generation leader had recovered, and the turtle shell was attached to his broken left arm again. He roared and ordered the Fire Tribe warriors to attack.