Chapter 69: A friend dies but not a friend

"You mean... I was a totem of the Yan tribe before, and then... I was eaten by them?"

Although it seemed too bizarre, Diwu Xuan couldn't help but ask.

"Yes, I heard the people of the Yan tribe discuss it myself. They... ate the previous totem, and then someone ran away with the remains, that is, you. Now... they plan to eat me."

Little Football said firmly, and there was still fear in his voice, which didn't sound fake.

"Too crazy, eating the totem of their own tribe? How to eat it?"

Diwu Xuan looked at the scarred leader of the Yan tribe, thinking, do these people like to eat dirt?

Little Football: "Smash it and absorb our energy, so that they can train more totem warriors." "

Can totem warriors be trained like this?" Diwu Xuan asked.

"More than a hundred years ago, they had many totem warriors, but since I became their totem, they contributed part of their totem power to me, and I became a spirit totem, and their totem warriors have become fewer and fewer."

The Fifth Xuan listened quietly. Although such a thing was incredible, it seemed that Little Football would not make up such a joke to fool himself.

And the spirit totem he mentioned also made the Fifth Xuan curious.

"What is a spirit totem?" The Fifth Xuan asked. "

A totem realm. I was promoted after absorbing the souls of all the totem warriors of the older generation of the Yan tribe. After the promotion, I felt the ice in the north, the dragon in the south, and you in the sea."

"Call me dad."

"Yes, it's the dad in the sea."

The Fifth Xuan couldn't help shaking his head secretly. This was really a coward.

He can treat the third generation witch as his daughter, but for the little football, although it is a totem created by himself, he has never treated him as his own child.

"What are the benefits of the spirit totem realm?"

Diwu Xuan asked, but his eyes were looking at the Tai Chi in his body. After creating Tai Chi, he also felt a qualitative change, but after studying it for a while, there was no more change.

Maybe it was because there was no witch and tribesman to cooperate with him, so he couldn't show it.

"Having a spirit totem means having your own spirit. I am a fire spirit, the north is an ice spirit, and the south is a dragon spirit. But according to the tribesmen, the dragon spirit in the south is called a beast spirit."

"What kind of spirit is daddy... I can't feel it. It's very deep and complicated. I can't understand daddy's spirit."

Diwu Xuan nodded secretly. Compared with ice spirit, fire spirit, and dragon spirit, his own Tai Chi is more complicated. Even if they see it, they may not understand it. It is natural that they can't understand it.

"The former Yan tribe totem, that is, the former me... is it a spirit totem?"

Diwu Xuan asked again, but before the little football could answer, the leader of the Yan tribe had already pushed the witch aside and walked towards Diwu Xuan.

"Om..."

The little football enlarged the totem fire and wanted to stop it, but the leader of the Yan tribe turned a blind eye and walked through the flames to the front of Diwu Xuan.

"Ang..."

The little turtle made a threatening sound, but it sounded a bit childish.

"Baxia, don't rush to show your malice, try first... bite him, bite his lower body, bite him hard."

Seeing that the leader of the Yan tribe suddenly went berserk and punched him, Diwu Xuan didn't care about courtesy at all and hurriedly urged the little turtle to act.

"Ang..."

The little turtle also had a hot temper. He stretched his penis forward and bit the Yan tribe leader's lower body in an instant. He had learned bad things from Diwu Xuan.

"Om..."

Diwu Xuan's totem fire flashed, and a red and blue fire dragon flew towards the back of the Yan tribe leader's head.

"Bang..."

At the critical moment, the leader of the Yan tribe jumped back to avoid the bite of the little turtle, and punched the fire dragon that came from behind, and stabilized his body after a muffled sound.

"Run, don't worry about anything, run."

Diwu Xuan ordered in the totem. He really didn't expect that the totems and witches of the Yan tribe were so useless, and the leader of the Yan tribe was so rampant.

No wonder the little football said that the Yan tribe warriors wanted to eat him. These guys are really unscrupulous and just hit him as soon as they came. The

little turtle failed to succeed in his attack, and turned around and ran away without waiting for Diwu Xuan's order.

All four of his claws were stretched out, making the turtle body rise half a person's height, and the sharp claws pierced into the ground with force. With a sudden force, his body shot out like an arrow from a bow.

"Go to the right, there are fewer people there. Go into the jungle and find a stream or river. We will be safe once we enter the water."

Diwu Xuan said, mobilizing his one-meter-high totem fire to shoot out totem power to stop the enemy and buy time for the little turtle.

The little turtle ran as if on stilts, with a rhythmic stutter, but not slow. In the surprise of everyone

, he ran away in a flash. No one had ever thought that a turtle could run so fast. When they wanted to chase him, it was too late.

"Dad, take my dad with you, Dad..."

The voices behind him were sincere, but Diwu Xuan didn't care about him. They didn't have much in common, let alone feelings. It's better to die with a comrade than to die with poverty. Diwu Xuan decided to run first.

When escaping, the little turtle was like an ostrich, with its legs stretched out, stretching and retracting as it moved, and its four claws jumping around, which was very funny.

"I say, Baxia... your movements are not elegant."

Diwu Xuan said jokingly, watching the enemy getting farther and farther behind.

"Ah..."

The little turtle growled in dissatisfaction. If Diwu Xuan hadn't asked him to come, how could he be so desperate.

"No risk, no gain. Isn't this dangerous? Besides, if I hadn't come, how would I know that the Yan tribe was so perverted, and how would I know about the Lingtu Teng?"

Thinking of the spirit totem, Diwu Xuan felt a little uncomfortable. The little football was obviously made by himself, but it knew more than him, which really made him feel unbalanced.

"But thinking about his situation... I feel balanced. Being a totem in a tribe that eats totems, little football, you just wish you good luck."

Diwu Xuan was a bit silly, but he already felt that the problem might be with himself.

The memory of the previous life is an advantage and a constraint for him. After all, he can't live with the mentality of a totem.

"It seems that I am still unwilling to be a stone... ah ah ah, the Fire Tribe warrior is still on the top of the mountain..."

Diwu Xuan suddenly remembered that the Fire Tribe warrior who followed him up the mountain seemed to be left behind in the Yan Tribe.

In a tribe that can even eat its own totems, the fate of the Fire Tribe warrior is unpredictable.

"It's impossible to come back intact, but you stayed behind to cover my escape. For this, I call you a hero, Hero, and my honor is with you."

To be honest, Diwu Xuan didn't feel too sad. More than a hundred years of loneliness made him indifferent.

"There are ice spirits in the north, fire spirits in the little football, and dragon spirits or beast spirits in the south. So what kind of spirit am I? Tai Chi spirit?"

Diwu Xuan thought as the little turtle ran.