A tall figure walked out of the darkness, he did not rush to the light, but came to the position of the cathode fisheye, squatted down, and stroked the little man's head.

"Woo ......"

There was a cry among the tribesmen, who did not recognize the two figures in the totem fire, but when they saw this figure, they instinctively shed tears.

"Little Witch...... Hunk Boss ......"

Fifth Xuan murmured in the totem, as soon as these two figures appeared, he recognized the two, but he couldn't communicate, so he could only watch quietly in the totem.

After touching the head of the little man, the big man got up and walked from the cathode to the anode, slowly standing in the middle of the anode fisheye.

He was so tall that it wasn't until today that Fifth Xuan found him surprisingly tall and burly.

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

Another figure appeared from the anode, he was neither tall nor low, the flames reflected his delicate face, and he was even a little shy under the gaze of everyone.

The big leader glanced at him, stretched out his hand, and the second generation witch himself leaned his head over, rubbed his head in the palm of the big fan, and then he jumped a few steps like a rabbit and came behind the first generation witch, and sat down obediently.

Finally, he nodded to the fifth Xuan through the shoulder of the first generation of witches, and then retracted it again, as if he was ashamed to see someone.

The third generation of witches appeared again, she walked out of the anode, with a pure smile on her face, jumped around the first generation leader like an angel, and then walked to the first generation of witches.

She looked at the first generation of witches curiously, and then at the second generation of witches, tilted her head and thought for a while before sitting behind the two.

The second generation of witches made room for her, and touched her head, but the little witch just glanced at her and didn't move.

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

"The Third Generation of Witches...... Are you okay?"

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

Then the second generation leader appeared, with a strong totemic aura on his body, he walked from the darkness, glanced left and right, and then quickly came to the first generation leader.

"Bang ......"

The first-generation leader suddenly shot and hit the second-generation leader the head, causing the second-generation leader to stumble and almost fall to the ground.

This strange scene made everyone stunned, and they were a little confused.

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

"It's a good fight, this turtle grandson is not very well-behaved. ”

Fifth Xuan said in the totem with great relief, and he couldn't help but think of the unreliable things that the second generation leader did.

At that time, it was not only the second generation of leaders who were unreliable, but also the third generation of witches.

Fifth Xuan's eyes looked at the third generation of witches, but she was seeing her sticking out her tongue at herself, making an apologetic expression.

"It should be the Hundred Grass Witch next......

The fifth Xuan's gaze was withdrawn from the face of the third generation witch, guessing the next person to appear, but the hundred grass witch did not appear, and it was the third generation leader who appeared from the cathode.

He bowed respectfully to the three witches, and then walked behind the big leader and the second leader, and stood there.

"Woo woo woo ......"

There was a conversation among the tribe, and some of the old people still had some impression of the third-generation leader who had led the tribe out of the coast, and he was recognized by the tribesmen.

However, before these old men could spread the news, a figure came out of the anode, causing an even greater sensation.

"Woooooooooo......oo Woowoo woo ......"

The crowd shouted the Glorious Witch, the fourth generation of Witch who had led them to a foothold on the edge of the desert, and he stepped out to face the mad Fire Tribe and waved his arms to suppress their cries.

Then he respectfully kowtowed to the little witch, then to the big chief, and then to the fifth.

He looked at the Fifth Xuan's gaze, full of regret.

Fifth Xuan also looked at him with some regret, and saw him come to the third generation of witches and sit down obediently.

The third generation witch touched his head and patted him on the shoulder.

A figure walked out of the anode again, this figure was very unfamiliar, and he had never seen it.

"Buzz ......"

The people of the Sun and Moon Totem Department were like fryers in an instant, and this figure was a nightmare for them.

The fifth generation witch's eyes were a little gloomy, he glanced at the people of the Fire Tribe, these people were immediately well-behaved like fledglings, and everyone was silent and did not dare to speak.

Then his eyes looked at the Sun and Moon Totems, and these people turned pale with fright, and their breath was held.

He stretched out his right hand, cocked his thumb, and his right hand slowly ran through his throat, and many people from the Sun and Moon Totems were so frightened that they convulsed and fainted.

Then he wrapped himself tightly in the bear skin on his body, slowly walked behind the fourth generation of witches, and sat down in a regular manner.

He didn't say hello to the witch, the leader, or the totem, but the fifth Xuan saw his twinkling eyes, maybe he wanted to say hello, but he just ...... Years of repressed life made him not know how to vent his emotions.

The next one who appeared was the familiar fourth-generation leader of the Fifth Xuan, the old warrior with a scarred face, who first saluted the witch, then the leader, and finally the fifth Xuan.

Then, he walked up to the fifth-generation witch and patted him on the shoulder, as if to comfort this old comrade-in-arms.

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

When the fourth-generation leader stood behind the leader's team, all the dead witches and leaders, except for the Baicao Witch, who had never appeared, were now all together.

They are like living people, and they are like memories that exist in the totem fire, at this important moment, they appear one by one and reunite in the totem fire.

"You ...... Are you here to witness the transformation of totems?"

The Fifth Xuan muttered and asked, but no one could answer him.

Surge of power erupted from the totem fire, and the stopped flames began to beat again.

Fifth Xuan urged Xiao Wang Ba to slowly walk into the totem fire, let the flames surround him, and let the previous leaders and witches surround him.

In the sun, in the flames, the crystal white fire totem stone shines with the brightest light.

At this moment, everyone's eyes were focused on him, even the little Wang Ba, who was the size of the grinding plate, could no longer attract people's attention, even the successive witches and leaders, could not seize his brilliance.

"Buzz ......"

The flames jumped and expanded, and after three brews, they suddenly swelled.

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

"Buzz ......"

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

The nine figures merged into one, shrouded in the top of the totem stone, and the figures changed, slowly turning into a figure standing up to the sky and appearing in the totem fire.

This figure is nine feet high, surrounded by totem fire, and under him, there is a giant turtle, carrying him to stand between heaven and earth.