Chapter 269 Reappearance

"If you don't come, you will die."

At the critical moment, the Fifth Xuan had no time to be gentle with them.

While opening his mouth, he controlled the thick mist to stir and went towards the three totems.

"Whoosh..."

The black and white thick mist was like a tornado, making bursts of sounds and going towards the three totems, making them feel as if they were in a fierce cold wind, feeling that life and death were no longer under their control.

This is the Bagua space, the foundation of the Fifth Xuan's promotion. In this space, he is the creator, he is God, and he is the master of everything.

"Okay."

Rituteng gritted his teeth, suddenly ran towards the Fifth Xuan, and grabbed his left hand.

Thick mist swept into his body in an instant, and the pain hit him violently, but Ri Totem just groaned, his eyes flashed with golden light, and although his face was distorted with pain, he did not roar like a stag.

"So brave."

Diwu Xuan turned his head and glanced at him, with an admiring smile on his face and a word of praise.

After so many years of getting along with Ri Totem, the two men finally smiled at each other when they had been through thick and thin together.

It seemed that at this moment, the past grudges were no longer so important.

"Moo~~"

The Bull Totem yelled, and ran over with a determined look as if he was determined to die.

"Boom boom..."

His posture did not seem like he was going to come over to help, but rather as if he was going to hit Diwu Xuan.

"What are you doing?"

Diwu Xuan shouted angrily. The Bull Totem finally came to his senses and slowly slowed down to the side of Diwu Xuan. However, he found that Diwu Xuan had no place to put his hands. He didn't know what to do for a moment.

"Let me ride you."

Diwu Xuan said unhappily.

"Moo..."

The Bull Totem cried out in dissatisfaction, but still came to his crotch obediently and became a mount.

Three of the four totems had come up to help, leaving the Moon Totem standing alone in the distance.

"You are my little girl..."

"Come here."

Diwu Xuan said unhappily.

She probably learned this from the time when Diwu Xuan was telling stories to the Wolf Totem. According to Diwu Xuan's stories, any man would be frightened when he heard this.

The problem is that this is not a story, this is a matter of life and death, and Diwu Xuan doesn't have time to listen to her nonsense.

"But come on, die."

With three people sharing the pain with him, Diwu Xuan's pain was much reduced, and he was more adept at controlling the thick mist, and he directly pressed forward.

"I'll do it."

No one knew where the Moon Totem learned this coquettish posture. She came over seductively, rode directly on the Bull Totem, and hugged Diwu Xuan from behind.

"Stay away."

Diwu Xuan twisted his shoulders and said dissatisfiedly.

Just a moment ago, he felt the softness on his back, which made him very uncomfortable.

The form that the Moon Totem spirit transformed into was completely different from that of the Fire Tribe people, and was closer to the aesthetics of Diwu Xuan.

"Hmph."

Moon Totem snorted in dissatisfaction, and then fell silent. Even when the thick mist entered her body and caused her pain, she only gritted her teeth, looking stronger than Sun Totem.

"The first witch of the Fire Tribe, I summon you in the name of Fire Totem to continue to appear."

Fifth Xuan spoke again, and the thick mist shook and rolled, with layers of sounds covering the entire Bagua space.

"It hurts~~"

"Moo..."

The stag and ox totems screamed the worst, while Sun Totem and Fifth Xuan just groaned, and Moon Totem gritted her teeth and said nothing.

The five totem spirits were like one body, bearing the pain that came from the splitting of the soul.

The mountain peaks that broke through the thick fog and the light spots became larger and larger. On the top of the mountain peaks, the small witch stood alone.

He was short, with dull skin and hunched over. The animal skin only covered half of his buttocks, but his eyes revealed a scorching light.

The light seemed to be able to break through the thick fog, allowing the mountain peaks to thrive and grow, split the void, and turn the void into reality.

"Boom boom..."

The mountain peaks grew, as if standing on the dark fog, breaking through the white thick fog and standing in the center of the Bagua space.

Outside the Bagua space, the thick fog was agitated for a while, and the people of the Fire Tribe looked at it in amazement, with doubts in their eyes.

Just as the mountain peaked, the thick fog suddenly rose and formed the shape of a mountain peak. Then a figure slowly appeared on the mountain peak.

The figure was exactly the same as the first generation of witches, except that it was made of thick fog. Behind the thick fog, the thick fog also formed the earliest fire totem stone shape, standing there.

"First...first generation of witches."

The eighth generation of witches trembled. As a witch, he had the strongest sense of totems and witches of all generations. He was the first to recognize the phantom formed by the thick fog. He shouted and immediately knelt on the ground, kowtowing continuously.

The sixth generation leader was stunned for a moment, and then knelt down immediately. The people of the Fire Tribe behind him also knelt down on the ground one after another.

Only the Chuan Wu held a piece of animal skin in his hand, and his right hand kept drawing on it, recording everything in front of him.

This change came too suddenly, and he was not prepared enough. He was trying his best to make up for the whole process.

"It hurts too much."

In the Bagua space, the Bull Totem suddenly shouted.

He was the first to speak, and the Buck immediately nodded.

The Fifth Xuan looked at the Sun Totem and found that his brows were wrinkled, and it was obvious that he could not bear it.

"Hold on, the pain will stabilize and won't get stronger."

Diwu Xuan was experienced. As soon as he finished speaking, the pain stabilized and the mountain peak was already standing in the air.

The black and white mist seemed to be separated by the mountain peak. The white mist became clouds and the black mist became the earth.

Diwu Xuan looked at the little wizard on the mountain peak, waiting for him to write the word "fire" on the totem stone behind him.

However, things did not develop as he expected. The little wizard suddenly smiled at him, and then he felt a shake in front of his eyes. When he woke up again, the little wizard was already in front of him. There were

white clouds above his head, and it seemed that the sun was shining down between the clouds.

Below the mountain peak was the earth made up of rolling black fog.

Further away, he could even see his own spirit and the four totems connected to him.

"Is this... a totem stone?"

The Fifth Xuan exclaimed, and scanned himself. It was indeed the familiar totem stone that had a corner knocked off and shattered in the sea. He

looked up at the First Generation Shaman, only to see him smiling at him. Then a beast claw appeared in his right hand.

He had missed this familiar scene for countless days and nights. This was the day when the Fire Tribe was born, and the First Generation Shaman was repeating everything that happened that day.

The First Generation Shaman at this time seemed to have a body. When the claw scratched his left palm, blood flowed out and stained his palm.

He walked towards the Fifth Xuan with a smile. Everything was so familiar.

Back then, the Fifth Xuan had scolded the First Generation Shaman for doing this, but now, he just smiled and waited, even with some anticipation.

"Come on, smear your blood on my face and let us go through it again. This time, I won't blame you."

The Fifth Xuan whispered softly. The Great Wizard walked forward with a smile. He nodded as he walked, as if responding to the Fifth Xuan's whisper.