In the face of the determination of the seven generations of witches, the successive witches, the leaders and the fifth Xuan on the altar did not stop them.

The Fire Tribe has gone through too many hardships and obstacles along the way, and countless partners have died by their side.

These people, none of them have gone through life and death.

It was the fifth mystery, which was also crushed and crushed at the bottom of the sea and reborn, so that he had the ability to move.

For the sake of the tribe, not to mention the lives of the seven generations of witches, it is to fill with the lives of half of the people of the fire tribe in front of them, and that is also at the expense.

It's just that in the eyes of the tribesmen below, the actions of the seven generations of witches have given them a great impact.

Many people even whimpered and cried, and then were stopped by the people next to them.

Today is the day of the promotion of the Fire Tribe Totem, how can there be a cry.

"Hold back for me, and learn more from the seven generations of witches. ”

The leader of the sixth generation angrily rebuked the weeping eight-generation witch, he felt that this witch was too weak.

The three generations of Baicao Witch walked up to the eight generations of witches, hugged him in his arms, patted him on the shoulder, and comforted him.

The leader of the six generations glared at him dissatisfiedly, but did not say anything more, just looked at the altar.

In the altar, the seven generations of witches who fell in the gossip were directly burned to ashes by the totem fire of the fifth Xuan, and then, the souls of the seven generations of witches came out of the totem fire.

He still had a smile on his face, as if he had just stabbed himself, not him.

"You're great. ”

The little man Wu opened his mouth and said appreciatively.

"Thank you, esteemed Witch. ”

Seven generations of witches saluted the little witch, then to the other witches, then to the leaders, and finally he walked up to the leaders.

"I set the sun and the sun to be less, and I live in the southeast and southwest. ”

The seven generations of witches spoke, and their bodies were divided into two in the middle of the process, standing in the southeast and southwest directions respectively.

"The torch is inherited, although the body is dead, the soul is still there. ”

The little witch spoke again, and a large number of remnant souls appeared from the Fifth Xuan's body.

These remnant souls shouted "Although the body is dead, the soul is still there", they divided into two groups and stood behind the two seventh-generation witches.

At this point, Fifth Xuan finally felt that the entire Bagua space had become mellow, and he was able to control it freely, whether it was front and back, left and right.

"Let's enter the Ming Totem realm together. ”

The fifth Xuan slowly spoke, and took one last look at the seven generations of witches, exuding totemic power and igniting gossip.

"Buzz ......"

The entire gossip space vibrated up, at the beginning it was only a faint shock, and it slowly became more and more intense, and finally the fifth Xuan felt that his soul was about to be shaken and scattered.

Before his spirit body could shake open, those remnant souls were the first to shatter, followed by seven generations of witches divided into two, seven generations of witches, and then a group of witches and leaders.

Fifth Xuan looked at all this in amazement, everything was normal in his feelings, these witches were not dead, the leader was not dead, and even the remnant souls were not dead.

But they turned into a cloud of black mist, filling the gossip space, enveloping the fifth mystery.

"Buzz ......"

Finally, the Fifth Xuan couldn't withstand the power of the shock, and the spirit body began to collapse.

In the entire gossip space, except for Xiao Wang Ba, who is intact, as well as the Tai Chi and totem stones on his body, everything else is gone.

The disappearing Fifth Mysterious Spirit Body turned into a white mist, entangled with the black mist, and the entire space was chaotic like a chicken, making it impossible to express it clearly.

The rumbling sound in the sky stopped, and the power of heaven and earth contracted, as if watching the chaos below.

The salary witch on the white cloud showed doubts in his eyes, and his right hand failed to fall for a long time, and he didn't know how to draw such a scene.

The whole world seemed to be silent, and the tired Fire Tribal people finally stopped the sacrificial dance, they really couldn't dance anymore, and they all gasped and looked at the chaos.

In the depths of the chaos, the consciousness of the Fifth Xuan hovered in it, slowly emitting a glimmer of light in the darkness.

The place of light was like a flat ground, and on the flat ground stood a stone standing quietly.

In the chaos, two figures suddenly rushed out, one large and one small, it was the big boss and the little witch.

The little witch stepped forward, cut his palm with a sharp stone, and wrote the word fire on the stone.

"Boom~~"

The whole world was in a shock, and the figures of the little witch and the big leader seemed to be shocked and disappeared into the chaos, only the stone with the word fire floated in the middle of the chaos.

Here, as if there was no concept of time, Fifth Xuan felt that time had passed for a moment, and it was like hundreds of years had passed, and the figure of the second generation of witches appeared next to the stone.

He circled the stone several times, then struck it with the gravel, and said something in his mouth.

After a while, he suddenly convulsed, engulfed by chaos.

The third generation of witches reappeared, and she sat in front of the stone in a regular manner, pressing a long stick and a sharp stone in her hand, and quickly tied the two together.

Swinging the stone spear twice at the stone, the three generations of witches smiled and turned into chaos.

Next came the second generation leader, who stood in front of the stone, trying to flex his muscles, and after a while, a totemic power emerged from him, and then he walked into the chaos with satisfaction.

The next to appear were the four generations of witches and the third generation of leaders, the three generations of leaders standing in the back of the regular order, and the four generations of witches sitting cross-legged in front of the stones.

He first made a bow and arrow out of the wood and rope around him, then disdainfully put the bow and arrow aside, and began to mumble in front of the stone.

The fifth Xuan listened attentively and vaguely heard something.

"When the enemy retreats, I advance, and when the enemy advances, I retreat...... I'd rather learn from the tortoise than the hedgehog...... Stay in the green mountains without worrying about no firewood......"

What he said was what the fifth Xuan taught him at the beginning, and the four generations of witches talked for a long time, and in the end, they seemed to be a little excited, and they got up directly and merged into the chaos, and the three generations of leaders followed.

The next to appear were the five generations of witches and the four generations of leaders, the strong ferocious aura on his body lingered for a long time, sitting in front of the totem stone, without saying a word for a long time, and the last one turned around and disappeared into the chaos.

The behavior of the five generations of witches made the fifth Xuan a little incomprehensible, and everyone else left some of their own footprints, is he saying that he has not done anything?

Next were the six generations of witches and the five generations of leaders, the former sitting there with a black and white glint in his eyes, and after a while, he also got up and returned to chaos.

Finally, there are the seven generations of witches and the seven generations of witches, who respectively show the power of the sun and the sun in front of the stone, and then return to chaos.

At this point, the witches and chieftains of the past generations have shown themselves in front of the stone, and then the stone suddenly expands and explodes, making an earth-shattering sound.

"Boom ......"

It was as if thunder flashed in the chaos, and then the white gas rose and the black gas sank.

The whole world is divided into two, the upper half circle is filled with white mist, the lower half is filled with black mist, and the entire gossip space is also stabilized.

The fifth Xuan Neng clearly felt that this world was a world of its own, not a completely independent world that was opened up last time.

It belongs to both this world and is different from this world, or rather, this is the world that belongs to the Fire Tribe, the heaven that belongs to the Fire Tribe.

"With this hexagram, the Fire Tribe opened up its own world. ”

The Fifth Xuan's will murmured softly.

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