"Boom ......"

The thunder caused many of the tribesmen sitting cross-legged on the ground to raise their heads, and they saw the swirling dark clouds slowly drifting away.

"Withdrawn?"

The cow totem looked at the sky from the totem stone in surprise, full of doubts.

But what puzzled him even more was the state of the fire totem.

From his vantage point, the eight totem poles on the altar loomed, as if they had not disappeared.

Wrapped around the eight totem poles was a black and white fog that swirled like Tai Chi, and the mystery revealed in it had only been seen by the Soul Tribe.

He tried to call out to the fire totem and ask about the situation, but the fire totem seemed to be cut off from him and could not be contacted at all.

"Was this a success? or a failure?"

He asked the other totems suspiciously, but was stunned to find that after the wolf totem died, he seemed to have only communicated with the fire totem.

"I don't know. ”

The answer to him was the earth totem of the sand totem and the fire mutation, and his voice was dull, like a rough man.

The cow totem pursed his lips in the totem stone disdainfully, giving up communication with other totems.

The leaders of the six generations didn't know what the situation was now, so they thought about it for a while, summoned the warriors who still had physical strength, and danced the sacrificial dance.

After dancing the sacrificial dance twice, and the warriors' physical strength was a little overdrawn, he asked everyone to stop and continue to wait.

On the altar, Fifth Xuan quietly felt the changes in the gossip space, he was sure that he had entered the realm of Ming Totem, but he had not yet been able to figure out his ability.

This space is full of black and white mist, the fog is white on the top and black on the bottom, but there is white in the black, and there is black in the white, like Tai Chi, and it can rotate freely.

It's just that in the whole space, there is nothing but black and white fog.

Although there is nothing, this space gives him a feeling that he can give birth to infinite changes.

He tried several times to make a difference, but all failed.

"What's the problem? What is the purpose of this space?"

Fifth Xuan pondered, controlling the black and white mist, slowly spinning, trying to understand his changes.

In his opinion, the space is small, and as long as he has a thought, he can see the whole picture.

But from another angle, this space is very large, because his consciousness is running at a rapid speed, but he can't touch the boundary for a long time.

The coexistence of big and small gives him an illusion of space and makes him very uncomfortable.

He knew that the uncomfortable feeling was just not adapting, and that wasn't the main problem, the main question was: what exactly could this space do.

The tribesmen outside were waiting, and everyone was looking forward to the ability of the Fire Totem after being promoted, but he was slow to come up with the results.

"If I can't find ......"

Fifth Xuan's gaze suddenly looked at the tribesmen under the altar, and a guess suddenly appeared in his heart.

"And what about them?"

This idea rose up, and the Fifth Xuan began to try it irrepressibly.

If you want them to enter, there must be an entrance, and the fifth Xuan uses his mind to control the entire space, allowing the black and white mist to slowly spread out.

In the eyes of the tribesmen, the fog on the altar finally changed.

The black and white mist mingled like a thick stream of water, spreading down the steps from the altar to the last one.

"Door, just use Tai Chi. ”

Fifth Xuan thought in his heart, and the black and white mist at the bottom slowly changed, becoming a Taiji diagram, like a gate, standing in front of everyone's eyes.

"This ......"

The leader of the six generations looked at the eight generations of witches in surprise, but he only saw confusion and sluggishness in the eyes of the eight generations of witches.

"Perhaps...... You can touch it. ”

The three generations of Baicao Witch said, slowly walked forward, and boldly reached out to touch the black and white gossip in front of him.

"Buzz ......"

The black and white gossip is like a gate that separates left and right, revealing a foggy passage.

"Wow......"

The Fire Tribe couldn't help but let out an exclamation.

The three generations of Hundred Grass Witches glanced back, and he saw that the eight generations of witches swallowed their saliva, and saw that the leaders of the six generations were paying attention to him, and he also saw the eyes of more people.

He suddenly smiled and said, "I'll take a look." ”

Just like his usual hippie smile and out of tune, and then under the surprised gaze of everyone, a dodge into the foggy passage.

"Buzz ......"

The Tai Chi-shaped door immediately closed, and then the long mist tunnel instantly retreated from under the altar to the altar, and entered the Bagua space.

The three generations of Hundred Grass Witches, who were supposed to be standing at the bottom of the steps, disappeared with the mist.

The people of the Fire Tribe were surprised again, and they looked at the black and white mist that kept tumbling, not knowing what was going on inside.

The surprise of the three generations of Baicao Witch was no less than theirs, he only stepped into the Yongdao in one step, and thought about walking forward and walking up the steps of the altar, but he took two steps forward, but found that there was nothing.

He seemed to be standing in a fog, which was black and white for a while, and he couldn't see anything from the left and right sides, and his feet were on the mist.

"It's ...... What's going on?"

He asked around, but received no answer.

He didn't get him back, but he didn't feel terrible, and came with a cat and a dog on the ice, and his courage had already been confirmed.

"We need to communicate. ”

Fifth Xuan sighed lightly, looked at the three generations of Baicao Witch who were standing in the mist in a daze, and said depressedly.

"The best way to communicate with the totem is through the sacrificial dance. ”

He thought about it, filled the three generations of Baicao Witches with white mist, and then controlled the black mist and danced a sacrificial dance in front of the three generations of Baicao Witches.

The three generations of Baicao Witch looked at the black fog figure that appeared after the black fog receded around him in surprise, and then saw the black fog figure dancing the sacrificial dance, and he immediately jumped up.

With the jump of the sacrificial dance, the Fifth Xuan and the Third Generation Hundred Grass Witches seemed to have reached a kind of resonance at this moment, as if they could have a faint telepathy with each other.

"Magical world, then, what should he do next? Or, let him tell me what he wants?"

Fifth Xuan thought about it like this, and began to instill his consciousness into the minds of the three generations of Hundred Grass Witches.

In this space, he had a better ability to communicate with Wu, and as he pondered, the three generations of Baicao Wu immediately sensed this information.

The information was very vague, and he could only vaguely feel that the totem seemed to be peeking into what he wanted most in his heart.

"What do I want?"

This question made the three generations of Baicao Witch a little confused for a moment.

He used to want to be a witch the most, and he wanted to return to his hometown the most, and he achieved both of them, but what he wanted to get next, it seems that he really didn't think about it.

Thinking in confusion, the three generations of Baicao Witch were in a dilemma.

He thought about his past, his curiosity about his hometown when he was young, and when he grew up, he stole the totem fire and ran out secretly with a dog and a cat, and his curiosity about this place after arriving at the fire tribe.

Slowly, he thought of the seven generations of witches, and thought of the seven generations of witches' recognition of him and their support for him.

Being able to quickly integrate into the Fire Tribe, the help of the seven generations of witches is crucial.

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