"鞥~~~"

Xiao Wang Ba suddenly let out an earth-shattering roar, a sound he hadn't made for a long time.

It was the king of the year who screamed like this, and he was very powerful and domineering.

With this earth-shattering roar, Xiao Wang Ba twisted his head, and his four thick thighs kept stepping on the altar, making a "dong dong" sound.

"What's wrong with you?"

Fifth Xuan asked.

"鞥~~"

Little Wang Ba didn't answer, just kept roaring, and slowly, there was a sea blue power emanating from him.

His body seemed to be slowly getting bigger and bigger, and he was originally only the size of a grinding plate, but he actually slowly grew up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"鞥~~~"

There was another roar, and his growth finally stopped, and the turtle's shell and flesh became much stronger, and even some crystal sequins appeared on his skin, like fish scales, but they still looked small.

"Can you grow with weight?"

Fifth Xuan asked in surprise.

It's a weird feeling that a weight causes a creature to grow.

"Tate. ”

Xiao Wang Ba gave an affirmative answer, confirming the fifth conjecture.

Because of the eight more totem poles, Xiao Wang Ba has grown, but his speed has still decreased a lot, and it seems that he doesn't want to run recklessly in the short term.

Fifth Xuan's current appearance makes the people of the Fire Tribe very worshipful, and when Xiao Wang Ba walks on the road, people often rush out to worship him, which makes Xiao Wang Ba very unhappy.

The three generations of Baicao Witch still fought from time to time, but it was a pity that the Fifth Xuan was too lazy to cooperate with him, so he suffered defeat every time.

However, those warriors who had been given strength by him seemed to have increased their strength in a short period of time, but after two days, they slowly dropped to the previous level.

It is estimated that if there is war attrition, it will recover faster.

It seems that this is a group state blessing skill, which is very useful in group battles, and the fifth Xuan is very satisfied with it.

He is satisfied, naturally not just because of the divine fight, but because the ability he can create is more than one divine fight.

As long as he recovers, he will let the others in again to see if he can generate other powers again.

Through the experience of three generations of Hundred Grass Witches, he guessed that this should be a kind of wish and the merit of the previous generations of witches and leaders, and combined with his strength, the fit person can obtain a powerful ability.

So far, the fire tribe has reached the eighth generation, the leader has reached the sixth generation, and there are a total of thirteen souls in his body.

Thirteen souls, representing thirteen abilities, although he didn't know what other people's abilities were, his heart was still full of anticipation.

It's a pity that his recovery speed is slow, which makes him have to wait quietly.

While he was waiting, the Yan tribe's requests for help became more and more frequent, and the little greedy wolf took the initiative to ask Ying to go to the front line, and the leader of the wolf tribe took the warriors of the wolf tribe to support together.

The six generations of leaders let them bring most of the spirit weapons, after all, it would be best if they could drag the war out there.

In addition to supporting the Yan tribe, the six generations of leaders began to prepare to migrate again.

After seeing the environment of his hometown last time, he had the idea of migrating, but at that time, the fire totem was at the critical moment of promotion, and it was difficult for him to make decisions.

Now that the promotion has been successful, and the enemy in the north is attacking more and more fiercely, it is necessary to move south appropriately.

In this way, not only can it distance itself from the enemy, but it can also keep the dragon tribe's spirits in front of it.

The leaders of the six generations have always been uneasy about them, especially after failing to reach a consensus on the matter of supporting the Yan tribe several times, this idea is even stronger.

The matter of moving south was carried out in an orderly manner under the arrangement of the six generations of leaders, and the fifth Xuan recuperated every day.

In his spare time, the Fifth Xuan built an ice cart that was easy to use at the seaside, which made the Fire Tribe's journey south easier.

Compared to a sled on snow, the ice car has a better transport capacity and speed on ice, especially in such cold weather.

A month passed peacefully, and at another great sacrifice, Fifth Xuan felt that he had almost recovered, and was ready to try what he had done to the three generations of Hundred Grass Witches again.

When the great sacrifice began, the fifth Xuan opened the eight totem poles, and the thick fog shrouded him in the center again, and his consciousness entered the gossip space, spreading out a thick fog and coming to the altar, and he once again erected the door of all wonders.

Yes, he called this ability the Gate of Wonder.

Mysterious and mysterious, the door of all wonders.

This ability can carry out countless evolutions, and it can be called the general gate of all changes in the Fire Tribe.

Facing the Miaomen that had been erected again, the leaders of the six generations glanced at the three generations of Baicao Witches in surprise.

The last time he was one step ahead and gained an ability, everyone thought that this was the ability that the Fire Totem showed after upgrading, but now it seems that things don't stop there.

"Yashiro Witch, this time you go in. ”

The leader of the six generations thought about it, and did not choose to enter by himself, but gave the opportunity to the eight generations of witches, after all, the witches and totems are closer.

"After entering, dance the sacrificial dance, the totem may communicate with you, and when the time comes, think about what you want the most, just believe in yourself. ”

The three generations of Hundred Grass Witches encouraged the eight generations of witches who were a little cringe.

"But...... I'm scared. ”

He said with a wincing.

"You can do it, believe in yourself, and remember that you are the current witch of the Fire Tribe. ”

It is rare for the three generations of Baicao Witch to be so serious, the eight generations of witches looked at his encouraging eyes, nodded bravely, and then glanced at the leaders of the six generations, and firmly walked into the door of Zhongmiao.

The dense fog was instantly retracted, and the eight generations of witches stepped into the gossip space in an instant.

He was confused for a moment, and then he danced the sacrificial dance according to the instructions of the three generations of Baicao Witches.

Fifth Xuan was very satisfied with his movements, and tried to communicate with him, touching his heart's greatest wish.

"Buzz ......"

The smoke expands and contracts, like the breath of life.

The fifth Xuan felt the horror and confusion of the eighth generation of witches, and even a trace of his thoughts: I don't want to be a witch.

“......”

Faced with such an idea, Fifth Xuan instantly didn't know how to communicate with him.

A man who didn't want to be a witch became a witch...... This is the first time that the fifth Xuan has encountered such a situation.

The people in the tribe are all proud to be a witch, and this cowardly child actually doesn't want to be a witch, and the fifth mystery explores his inner world, and he doesn't have any ideas that can be condensed into will.

"Probably...... You haven't grown up yet. ”

Maybe it's because he's older, Fifth Xuan didn't insult or complain, but after thinking about it, he gently pushed him out of the gossip space.

Looking at the eight generations of witches who were pushed out so quickly, the tribesmen's eyes were full of anticipation, expecting him to show his abilities.

However, after a long wait, the eight generations of witches only left a sentence of "I didn't see anything" and hurriedly turned away, leaving behind a group of sluggish fire tribesmen.

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