Chapter 85

A tall figure walked out of the darkness. He did not rush to the light, but came to the location of the Yin Pole Fish Eye, squatted down, and stroked the head of the little man.

"Woo woo..."

The tribesmen cried. They did not recognize the two figures in the totem fire, but when they saw them, they would instinctively shed tears.

"The little witch... the big head leader..."

Diwu Xuan murmured in the totem. As soon as the two figures appeared, he recognized them, but he was troubled by the inability to communicate and could only watch quietly in the totem. After

touching the head of the little witch, the big head leader stood up and walked from the Yin Pole to the Yang Pole, and slowly stood in the middle of the Yang Pole Fish Eye.

He was so tall that it was not until today that Fifth Xuan realized how unusually tall and sturdy he was.

The big-headed leader nodded to Fifth Xuan, then looked at the tribesmen, searching left and right for something, and finally shook his head as if lost.

Another figure emerged from the anode. He was neither tall nor short, and the flames reflected his handsome face. Under the gaze of everyone, he was even a little shy.

The big-headed leader glanced at him and stretched out his hand. The second-generation witch leaned over and rubbed his head in his palm as big as a palm leaf fan. Then he jumped a few steps like a rabbit to the back of the first-generation witch and sat down obediently. Finally,

he nodded to Fifth Xuan through the shoulder of the first-generation witch, and then shrank back, as if he was ashamed to see people.

The third generation witch appeared again. She walked out of the aura with a pure smile on her face. She danced around the first generation leader like an angel, and then walked to the side of the first generation witch.

She looked at the first generation witch curiously, then at the second generation witch, tilted her head to think for a while, and then sat behind the two.

The second generation witch made room for her and touched her head. The short witch just glanced at her and did not move.

After she sat down, she looked at the fifth Xuan, her eyes full of pure smiles and her face full of joy.

"Third generation witch...are you okay?"

The fifth Xuan whispered to himself, but no one could answer him.

Then the second generation leader appeared. He came out of the darkness with a strong totem aura, looked around, and then quickly came to the side of the first generation leader.

"Bang..."

The first generation leader suddenly attacked and hit the second generation leader hard on the head, causing the second generation leader to stagger and almost fall to the ground.

This bizarre scene stunned everyone, and some were confused.

The second generation leader rubbed his head, showed a silly smile to the first generation leader, and stood behind him obediently.

"Well done, this turtle grandson is not very obedient."

The fifth Xuan said in the totem with a sense of relief. He couldn't help but think of the unreliable things done by the second generation leader.

At that time, it was not only the second generation leader who was unreliable, but also the third generation witch.

The fifth Xuan looked at the third generation witch, but saw her sticking out her tongue at him and making an expression that said I'm sorry.

"The next one should be the Herb Witch..."

Diwu Xuan withdrew his gaze from the face of the third-generation witch, guessing who would appear next. However, the Herb Witch did not appear. The third-generation leader appeared from the Yin Pole.

He bowed respectfully to the three witches, then walked behind the big-headed leader and the second-generation leader in a proper manner and stood there.

"Woo woo woo..."

There was a conversation in the tribe. Some old people still had some impression of the third-generation leader who led the tribe out of the coast. He was recognized by the tribesmen.

However, before these old people spread the news, a figure walked out of the Yang Pole, causing an even greater sensation.

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

The crowd shouted for the glorious witch. This was the fourth generation witch who led them to the edge of the desert. He walked out, faced the crazy people of the Fire Tribe, and waved his arms to suppress their shouts.

Then, he kowtowed respectfully to the short witch, then to the big leader, and then to the Fifth Xuan.

He looked at the Fifth Xuan with a look full of regret.

The Fifth Xuan also looked at him with some regret, and watched him come to the third generation witch and sit down obediently.

The third generation witch touched his head and patted his shoulder.

A figure walked out of the Yangji again. This figure was very unfamiliar to the Fifth Xuan, and he had never seen it before.

"Buzz..."

The people of the Sun and Moon Totems were in an uproar. This figure was a nightmare to them.

The fifth-generation wizard had a sinister look in his eyes. He glanced at the people of the Fire Tribe, and they immediately became as obedient as chicks. Everyone was silent and dared not speak.

Then he looked at the Sun and Moon Totems. These people were so frightened that their faces turned pale and they held their breath.

He stretched out his right hand, raised his thumb, and slowly passed his right hand across his throat. Many people of the Sun and Moon Totems were so frightened that they convulsed and fainted.

Then he wrapped himself tightly with the bear skin on his body, slowly walked behind the fourth-generation wizard, and sat down properly.

He did not greet the witch, the chief, or the totem, but the Fifth Xuan saw his gleaming eyes. Perhaps he wanted to say hello, but... after years of repressed life, he didn't know how to vent his emotions.

The fourth-generation chief familiar to the Fifth Xuan appeared next, the old warrior with scars on his face. He saluted the witch first, then the chief, and finally the Fifth Xuan.

Then, he walked to the side of the fifth-generation witch and patted his shoulder, as if to comfort this old comrade.

On the road of killing for the fifth-generation witch, the fourth-generation chief was his most solid and reliable right-hand man.

When the fourth-generation chief stood behind the chief's team, all the dead witches and chiefs, except for the Baicao witch lineage, were now gathered.

They are like living people, or like memories existing in the totem fire. At this important moment, they appear one by one and reunite in the totem fire.

"Are you... here to witness the transformation of the totem into a spirit?"

Diwu Xuan asked in a murmur, but no one could answer him.

A surge of power gushed out from the totem fire, and the flames that had stopped began to jump again.

Diwu Xuan urged the little turtle to slowly walk into the totem fire, letting the flames surround him, and letting the successive leaders and witches surround him.

In the sunlight, in the flames, the crystal white fire totem stone exuded the most dazzling light.

At this moment, everyone's eyes were focused on him. Even the little turtle as big as a millstone could no longer attract people's attention, and even the successive witches and leaders could not steal his glory.

"Buzz..."

The flame jumped and expanded, and after three times of brewing, it suddenly grew larger.

The totem stone radiated black and white power, and Diwu Xuan only felt a force pulling him out of the totem stone.

"Om..."

The totem fire jumped, and the figures of the successive witches and leaders suddenly jumped up and rushed to the top of Diwu Xuan at the same time.

The nine figures merged into one, hovering above the totem stone. The figures changed, and slowly turned into a figure standing upright in the totem fire.

This figure was nine feet tall, and the totem fire was shrouding his body. Under him was a huge turtle, which held him up between heaven and earth.