In the sky, above the white clouds, the witch's right hand twitched on the scroll like a twitch.

The power of heaven and earth was drawn by her, surrounding the eight totem poles.

Her forehead was covered with sweat, but her hands did not stop, and her eyes swept down from time to time, looking at the giant-like Fifth Xuan, with a trace of invisible worship in the depths of her eyes.

Yes, no matter how you count it, she is from the Fire Tribe, and she still has feelings for the Fire Tribe.

As she became a tribal witch and learned more about the world, the more she wanted to help the Fire Tribe, which was why she had given the Fire Tribe Totem Flame before.

Of course, she also has selfish intentions, such as other tribes she also sends, but at least she doesn't exclude the fire tribe.

In her opinion, it is a good thing for the Fire Tribe to have the fire of the tribe, otherwise she would not be able to let her nephew become the fire witch of the totem.

While she was painting with great enthusiasm, Fifth Xuan continued his path to advancement.

Excluding the power of heaven and earth, the fifth Xuan began to sense the world created by the eight trigrams, this world seemed to him to be a little small, and his nine-zhang high spirit body seemed to have stood up to the heavens and the earth.

"Wouldn't it be better if it's bigger?"

He thought in his heart, trying to touch the limit of space, and the big hand composed of totem power touched it, and he could feel obvious resistance, but with a little force, the big hand of the aura passed through.

Giving up the idea of expanding this space, Fifth Xuan observed left and right for a while, and found that there was nothing missing, and saw that the Fire Tribe people who were dancing the totem dance were already tired, so he decided to start the official promotion.

Release the power of the totem, feel the eight totem poles, and the Tai Chi under the feet of the fifth Xuan slowly rotates.

The power of the yin and yang totems and the gossip gradually became induced, and the gossip space became more real, and slowly, the eight totem poles slowly floated up.

The light on the totem pole became more and more vigorous, and the power of heaven and earth, water and fire, wind and thunder, and mountains burst out one by one, interacting with the Tai Chi of the Fifth Xuan, enriching the entire space.

"Click~~"

The sky was lightning and thundering, and lightning tended to be draped on the Fifth Xuan's body.

Fifth Xuan glanced up at the sky, his brows furrowed slowly, and he lowered his head again, scanning left and right.

He frowned, not because of thunder, but because he had a feeling in his heart: between his Tai Chi and Bagua, there was a faint lack of mellowness, and this feeling made him unable to concentrate on promotion.

The dark self-knowledge made him know that such a promotion was missing, but for a while, he couldn't find the missing place, so he could only stand here and stare and think about it.

"Tai Chi...... Gossip...... Tai chi...... Gossip...... Wait a minute. ”

Fifth Xuan's eyes widened suddenly, and he found the missing, that is, between Tai Chi and Bagua, the missing Yin and Yang four images.

"Do you still need the sun and moon totems to participate? Do you still need to make four totem poles of Taiyin and Sun, Less Yin and Less Yang?"

This kind of self-question puzzled him, because once he did, how was it different from the last promotion?

After thinking about it repeatedly, he always felt that something was missing, meditated for a while, and once again gave birth to an understanding.

"Where are the witches and chiefs of the ages?"

He spoke suddenly, and as soon as this question was spoken, he felt the totem fire on his body vibrate, and then the witches and leaders of the past generations came out of the totem fire.

One by one, they looked at the Fifth Xuan, either smiling without saying a word, or with reverence on their faces.

"The leader is Yang, and he dwells in the south. ”

Fifth Xuan's eyes became brighter and brighter, and he suddenly spoke, and the previous witches and leaders were stunned for a moment, and then they separated, and the leaders all stood in front of the fifth Xuan, like soldiers guarding in front of him.

"The witch is yin, and he lives in the north. ”

With his words, the witches of the past dynasties, with the little witch as the core, walked behind him.

Standing one south and one north, the fifth Xuan immediately felt that the entire space was much more mellowed, and Tai Chi had a lot of contact with the gossip through Wu and the chief.

"No, there are still four elephants missing. ”

Fifth Xuan suddenly turned his head and looked at the newly joined seven generations of witches.

The seven generations of witches were stunned by the Fifth Xuan, and then she scanned the entire space and suddenly had a hint of enlightenment.

Among the witches and leaders of the past dynasties, the deepest research on Taiji, Liangyi, Sixiang, and Bagua is the seventh generation of witches and seven generations of witches, and the fifth Xuan looked at her, and she sensed that there was something missing in this space.

"I am too yin and less yin, and I live in the northeast and northwest. ”

The seven generations of witches spoke, and she took a step forward, split into two, and turned into two of themselves, standing in the northeast and northwest directions.

Two seventh-generation witches stood still, but they looked alone.

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

The little witch suddenly spoke, and then a large number of remnant souls appeared in the fifth Xuan's body.

Some of these remnant souls can't even form a complete body, but the first time he saw them, the fifth Xuan knew that they were the dead warriors of the Fire Tribe, and their souls had always been in their bodies.

"Though the body is dead, the soul is still there. ”

They shouted a unified slogan, and instantly divided into two groups, standing behind two seventh-generation witches, forming two black and oppressive teams.

At this point, Yin Taiji, Yin Liangyi, Yin Four Elephants, and Yin Bagua were all together, and the fifth Xuan only felt that the space behind him was transparent and round, as if it were one.

His gaze slowly fell on the body of the seventh generation of witches, and his eyes were a little stunned.

Although the seven generations of witches could not hear the voice, they also saw what the seven generations of witches did, and also noticed the changes in the gossip.

He slowly stopped moving, looked at the fifth Xuan, looked at the stunned Fifth Xuan, and suddenly smiled.

He is still so literate and weak, like a good old man who doesn't lose his temper with people.

Fifth Xuan suddenly remembered that the only time he was angry was when he threw the Sunset Bow into the totem fire, and except for that time, he had never been angry.

All the witches and leaders were the same as the Fifth Xuan, and their eyes were fixed on the seven generations of witches, which made the eyes of many Fire Tribe people focus on him.

He suddenly turned around and waved his hand behind him.

Some timid young men who were positioned as the eighth generation witch followed his gesture and slowly stepped forward, and the seventh generation witch touched his head and patted him on the shoulder.

"From now on, you will be the witch of the Fire Tribe. ”

His voice was soft, but it spread far away, and the tribesmen looked at him in amazement, and some of the clever ones had red eyes.

"Witch ......"

The leader of the sixth generation stepped forward, his eyes were also red, and he lost the excitement of looking forward to the promotion of the totem before.

"Needless to say, it's all for the tribe. ”

The seven generations of witches waved their hands at him very freely, his eyes swept over the people of the Fire tribe who were still silently dancing the sacrificial dance, and there was reluctance and relief in their eyes.

At this moment, his heart was very calm and calm, just like the days when he barbecued himself with fire and splashed himself with cold water.

Without any more words, the Seven Generations of Witches slowly walked up to the altar and drew a stone knife from his waist.

This stone knife, he has only used to cut meat, and he has never seen blood, but this day, he is destined to see blood.

The sharp blade slashed through his throat, and the body of the Seven Generations of Witches fell towards the gossip.

The figure that fell obliquely was reflected in the tearful eyes of countless people and remembered in the hearts of countless people.