Chapter 45 Split

For a moment, when the beam of light rushed up to the sky, Diwu Xuan seemed to see several different existences.

The feeling was very strange, as if he was the beam of light.

See what it sees, feel what it feels.

But the time was too short, he only felt the two forces closest to him, one in the north and one in the southwest. The one

in the north was like a piece of solid ice, and the one in the northwest was like a five-clawed dragon.

The latter really scared Diwu Xuan. The five-clawed dragon is the supreme existence in Chinese mythology.

However, these are all feelings, a momentary trance, just like the phantom he saw before, it flashed by and could not be seen clearly.

If he had free time, he might think about it carefully, but now between life and death, he didn't have the time to care about the damn ice and dragon.

Without the high-pressure cooker, Diwu Xuan was completely exposed to the ocean. The Tai Chi composed of the scorching red power and the sea blue power was slowly slowing down, and there was a tendency to stop rotating.

The sand and stones that made up his body were slowly dispersing as the rotation slowed down.

"Fuck you, you made such a big fuss, I thought I made something incredible, but the result was still death?"

Diwu Xuan felt that he was not feeling well, and he was even more dissatisfied with this Tai Chi.

"Hmph..."

The big turtle suddenly made a sound, the voice was weak, but there was a mental power to probe.

There was no time to think too much, Diwu Xuan immediately released his mental power to connect with it and feel the big turtle's thoughts.

"Totem fire? Am I mistaken? How can I make totem fire when no one is dancing?"

Just when he was confused, the big turtle gathered up the remaining strength, raised his big penis slightly, and then slapped it down fiercely.

"Om..."

A sea-blue force came over his face. This force was not as strong as before, but still pure.

"You can still worship when you are like this?"

The fifth Xuan was surprised, but there was no time to continue complaining. He hurriedly took advantage of the big turtle's worship to try to worship the totem fire.

"Huh."

A weak little flame suddenly appeared in the deep sea.

It was red and blue, and the Tai Chi pattern could be vaguely seen in the flame.

The big turtle's eyes were full of relief, and the little turtle came forward curiously.

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Facing the doubts of her own children, the third-generation witch behaved quite calmly, at least in the eyes of these totem warriors.

"Woo woo woo, woo woo woo woo..."

His genius son spoke, saying that if this was not her totem fire, she would give up the position of witch.

The third-generation witch frowned even deeper, and she was a little hesitant. In fact, she had this idea a long time ago.

She was not attached to this position, or rather, the witches of the Fire Tribe never attached to power.

Although they had unlimited power in the Fire Tribe, they never cared about these. What they cared about was the future of the tribe.

Thinking of the future, the third-generation witch couldn't help but look back in the direction of the sea.

Forty-three years ago, she watched with her own eyes the future of the Fire Tribe disappear, and from then on she had no hope in her heart.

"Woo, woo, woo, woo..."

The third-generation witch said something, and everyone was stunned.

She said: From now on, you are a witch, its witch.

When talking about it, the third-generation witch stretched out her hand and pointed at the spherical fire tribe.

"It's really ugly."

This was the true thought in the third-generation witch's heart. The ball was so ugly that she didn't want to look at it any more.

Turning around, the third-generation witch pulled her little son, leaning on the staff in her right hand, and walked out step by step.

She didn't like living in a house built of stones, because then she couldn't see the light in the sky at night, which made her unable to sleep.

Moreover, she preferred to sleep on the edge of a cliff, which was also one of her habits that could not be understood by others.

"Woo, woo..."

The leader's words suddenly came from behind, and his words made the third-generation witch stop.

Her hunched body straightened slightly at the moment these words rang out, and then she slowly turned half of her face and looked at the current leader with squinted eyes.

"Bang."

The third-generation witch suddenly slammed the staff hard on the ground.

"Woo woo woo."

She was asking: Who will take it?

Everyone looked at the flames that suddenly surged in the skull of the staff. Many people swallowed and couldn't help but take a step back.

The leader looked at the new witch, and he saw cowardice in the new witch's eyes.

He wanted to speak, but when he saw the gaze of the third-generation witch, he suddenly closed his mouth and dared not say a word.

"Humph."

The third-generation witch snorted in dissatisfaction, and his body hunched again, and walked out slowly.

Everyone was watching her slowly leaving. Suddenly, they saw the third-generation witch stop. Then her body began to tremble violently, and the flame on the staff in her right hand began to burn fiercely.

The leader involuntarily took a small step back. He didn't know what happened to the third-generation witch, but this posture made it seem like this crazy woman was abnormal.

"Wuwuwu..."

The third-generation witch suddenly roared, and the people in front of her saw tears welling up in her eyes.

Then, the elderly woman danced and ran towards the coast. Her posture was like a child seeing her father after a long absence.

"Wuwuwu..."

Her youngest child followed behind, crawling and rolling, trying hard to catch up with his mother's footsteps.

"Woo woo woo."

Someone muttered a crazy woman, which was their private name for the third-generation witch.

Although the staff was not taken away, at least the crazy woman had left, and everyone was used to his crazy look.

"Buzz..."

Suddenly, the totem fire burned, rising from a height of three meters to a height of five meters. Everyone was also surprised, and their eyes were all looking at the new witch.

The totem fire changed, and only the witch could explain it. The

new witch was very confused. He circled around the totem fire, then jumped up with his hands and feet, and kept shouting.

According to him, the fire totem was celebrating for him after knowing that he was appointed as a witch.

The totem warriors were skeptical, but this was the best explanation. They then followed suit to celebrate and performed a sacrificial dance in front of the totem fire.

Also performing the sacrificial dance was the third-generation witch, whose face was full of wrinkles and frost, with tears streaming down her face. She stood on the edge of the cliff, dancing the sacrificial dance alone but excitedly.

Her youngest child was trying hard to learn behind her, but the third-generation witch was too excited. She danced very fast and the child could not keep up.

"Fire... Fire... Fire..."

She danced and roared. This was a word she learned when she reignited the totem fire after it went out last time. It was the name of the tribe. She roared excitedly at this time.

Some old people came out. They followed the third-generation witch when he left the tribe, but they were a little slow. They were

slow because they were also hesitating whether to follow the third-generation witch, because the third-generation witch was actually expelled. There

were not many of them, about a few hundred people, most of whom were old and weak.

At this time, they followed the third-generation witch's footsteps to the cliff and saw the third-generation witch dancing a sacrificial dance crazily.