Heavy rain poured down in the dense jungle, and the Fifth Xuan was erected on a pile of stones, and the primitive people who worshipped him were sparsely hidden under the dense foliage around them.

"Woo. ”

"Woooooooo ”

Two wild men braved the heavy rain to communicate beside him, and he could only watch helplessly.

Now he has no body, and his soul resides in a crudely carved stone statue, and wanders with these fleeing savages.

At first, he didn't know what he was, but as he kept guessing along the way, he realized that he had become a totem.

A totem with a flat bottom and a round top with a piece knocked off in the lower right corner, enshrined by a group of primitive people who were expelled from their homes.

Could fate have been more dramatic?

Traveling through a stone is not Sun Wukong, it doesn't matter, it's actually a totem?

He could no longer find the words to describe his misfortune, and fortunately in the misfortune, these twenty primitive people did not abandon him, so that he really became a stone.

"Woooo ”

"Woo woo woo woo woo woo ”

The quarrel between the two primitives in front of them became more and more intense, one of them was bigger, the other was small, and the fifth Xuan named them Big Man and Little Man in his heart.

The big guy is the force of the expelled party, equivalent to the leader.

The little man is the intellectual leader of this expelled team, somewhat similar to the legendary witch.

The contradiction between the two mainly centers on whether to erect an altar here and form a tribe.

This kind of thing has already happened to the fifth gen, when the altar is set up, he will feel the power that exists in the underworld, and that feeling is good, but the ending of that time is not good.

The place where the altar was erected was very good, but unfortunately there was a primitive tribe that was stronger than them nearby.

Originally, the team of more than 30 people was invaded on the night when the altar was erected, and more than ten people died, not to mention, he was knocked off a corner, which was really uncomfortable, like a soul being torn apart.

If it weren't for the little man's desperate protection, he would probably have been cut off by the enemy with a thick wooden stick, and I don't know if it would represent death.

The reason for the dispute between the two can also be guessed by the fifth Xuan.

It was the top of the mountain, it was cold, the woods were dense, but there were not many edible wild fruits, and the leader did not think it was a good location to survive.

The little witch disagreed, this is not suitable for the tribe to live, but it is suitable for protecting the totem and building an altar, because this kind of place is not liked by the powerful tribe and will not be attacked.

Fifth Xuan was bored to observe the terrain left and right, not caring about the dispute between the two at all.

In the quarrel between the big boss and the little witch, the victor always belonged to the latter, and he was accustomed to such an outcome.

Primitive man is simple in thinking, and strength is everything, as he has long confirmed in the conflict between the big boss and other primitive people.

But this only exists among ordinary primitives, and once it comes to witches, then victory has nothing to do with power.

It's just about faith.

The big boss convinces others that they need to show their strength, and the little witch only needs to argue.

As long as Wu persists, he will definitely win the final victory.

The result was not unexpected, when the little witch roared and gathered all the primitives, the balance of victory had already tilted in his favor, and the big man finally lost helplessly.

Reality will defeat ideals, but when ideals are strong enough, persistence will always bring the final victory, even if it is the last before death.

More than 20 primitive people began to dance the sacrificial dance in front of the Fifth Xuan, and their movements were full of power, including the action of chopping with a stick and picking fruits.

This is a prayer for the totems to give them food and strength.

The priest found some wet branches and piled them up in front of the totem, rummaged through stones to surround the branches, and then knelt in front of him reverently, reciting words as if praying.

Fifth Xuan felt the power of the underworld, which came from the sacrificial dance of more than 20 primitive people, and from the prayer of the little witch.

The power was weak but hot, and his soul was excited.

A fiery red light emanated from the totem, and the fifth Xuan knew that it was time for him to perform.

"Fire. ”

Fifth Xuan looked at the wet branches in front of him, and thought about the shape and appearance of the fire in his heart, and then, a scene that defied physics appeared.

First sparks popped out of the wet plants, then smoke, and finally slowly flames burst out.

The flame is not big, but the heavy rain can not extinguish it, this is the totem fire of the tribe, which is completed and created by relying on sacrifices and totems.

A transparent film shrouded the altar, blocking the pouring rain and holding up a dry world for more than 20 primitives.

Fifth Xuan also said goodbye to the damp cold, and the warmth came from the totem, which made him feel a lot more comfortable.

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

Amidst a shout of excitement, more than 20 primitives ended their sacrificial dance.

Next, they took refuge beside the dry altar and waited quietly for the rain to stop.

However, as the big boss guessed, this place really didn't seem to be suitable for primitive people, and the whole five sunsets and sunrises, and the pouring rain still didn't stop.

Thankfully, the primitive people who ventured out picked back the fruits, and more than 20 primitive people finally did not die of hunger.

At sunrise on the sixth day, the heavy rain finally stopped, the air was still wet, and the weather was still cold, but the damn heavy rain finally stopped, and the primitive people couldn't help but cry out with joy.

"Roaring ......"

Their cries were interrupted by a roar, and a large colorful tiger came out to forage after the heavy rain had stopped, attracted by their cries.

"You bastards, the rain has stopped, is it necessary to be so happy?"

Fifth Xuan was extremely unhappy in his heart, because this meant that he needed to contribute his meager strength again.

Before his idea came to his senses, the little witch began to organize the people to hide near the altar and dance the sacrificial dance again.

The same dance moves bring the same power, and the fiery red power of the totem rises from the totem, and the primitives pray for the performance of their totem fifth mystery.

"I don't usually burn incense, I am in a hurry to hug Buddha's feet, can you not be so realistic. ”

Although the fifth Xuan was dissatisfied, he had to contribute, otherwise he would probably be completely reduced to a useless stone and discarded on the top of the mountain.

"I don't know if I can break out of the stone and turn into a stone monkey after thousands of years of wind and rain. ”

He complained to himself like this, fantasizing about the flames again, making the totem fire more vigorous, and even spraying flames to intimidate the colorful tigers.

"Roar~~"

Under the intimidation of the flames, the big tiger retreated one after another, and finally disappeared completely from everyone's sight.

"Woo woo~~~"

The primitive people once again celebrated without knowing whether they were alive or dead, and the fifth Xuan couldn't wait to grow his hands and feet to beat them one by one.

It's tiring to use this kind of power, isn't it? It's not you who are emotionally exerted, are you?