When people wake up from a long period of sleep, they enter a state of confusion, and it takes a long time to figure out the environment they are in.

And when Fifth Xuan woke up, it was even more so.

It was dark, and only a ray of light shone into the distance into it.

In front of him, a group of dancing primitives shouted strange slogans.

"It's ...... Where?"

He thought he was dreaming at first, and then he felt like he was watching glasses-free 3D in a movie theater.

But slowly, he remembered that he had crossed over to a primitive tribal society, where he was being carried around by a small man.

Then, he went through a lot, and finally after breaking through the heaven and earth prison furnace, he completely fainted.

"My tribe, the fire tribe. ”

He became more and more conscious, and hurriedly surveyed his surroundings.

"Where is this? Why is it so dark? This witch who took the lead in the sacrificial dance...... It's not the third generation of witches, what is the situation, what about the third generation of witches?"

The one who took the lead in dancing in front of him was a twenty-eight year old slim ...... Primitive man, this is not his witch, his witch is only five years old, and he is still a little Lori.

"Woo woo, woo woo ......"

The leader Wu shouted loudly, and the meaning of the fifth Xuan instantly understood: Come back, our totem.

"The Third Generation of Witches...... Have you grown this big?"

The fifth Xuan finally recognized that the head witch was the third-generation witch, and also recognized the second-generation leader who was as strong as a bear behind the third-generation witch.

He didn't expect that so much time had passed, and he didn't expect that there were still these people in the tribe.

"How did they survive the cold winter......? This cave?"

Fifth Xuan pondered, and let the third generation of witches shout one after another, but did not give her any response.

It wasn't until the third generation of witches was about to end the sacrificial dance that the fifth Xuan suddenly reacted, and the most important thing now was not to figure out what the fire tribe had experienced, but to ignite the tribe's fire.

"Fire. ”

Instinctively, Fifth Xuan began to fantasize about the appearance of fire, but before the flames could appear in his mind, flames had already appeared in front of him.

Because there was no place to place the flames, they stood in front of the totem out of thin air, which looked very strange.

"Fire. ”

The third generation of Wu suddenly spoke, and another Chinese character spit out, which surprised the fifth Xuan.

This third-generation witch doesn't know why, but from time to time he can spit out a Chinese character, which really makes the fifth Xuan happy.

"Woo ......"

The whole tribe seemed to be frying, and everyone shouted in surprise.

It's been ten years, and I don't know how many people have given up the fire totem, and only the sacrificial dance insisted on by the third generation of witches will make them feel that there is still hope.

But I also feel that there are really many people who have given up and feel that the totem of their tribe is dead.

However, ten years of waiting, at this moment, finally did not live up.

"Woooooooo ”

The third-generation witch quickly gave an order to the second-generation leader, and the second-generation leader immediately walked out of the cave without any rebuttal after receiving the order.

When the fifth Xuan was still surprised at why he was so skillful at controlling the scorching red power, he was carried out of the cave by the third generation of witches.

"It's not a mountain top. ”

Fifth Xuan immediately judged the difference in terrain, which was not surprising to him.

It's been so long, and with itself still in the cave, the Fire Tribe must have undergone a lot of changes.

Outside the cave was a large clearing, and it could be seen that many trees had been bulldozed, which was not the power that the Fire Tribe had before.

The fifth Xuan was placed on a large wooden stake in the center, and then the third generation of witches quickly arranged the branches in the open space in front of the wooden stake.

A tribesman handed him a stone, and the fifth Xuan used a stone to circle the branches.

Then, he walked up to the Fifth Xuan, cut his left palm with a sharp stone, filled his right hand with blood, and wrote the word fire again on the Fifth Xuan's body.

When this word reappeared on the cylindrical totem, Fifth Xuan felt that the scorching power in his body was ignited, and this power was so powerful and surging.

Ten years of endless sacrificial dances have accumulated a large amount of scorching red power.

"Fire. ”

Without waiting for the third generation of witches to make any moves, the fifth Xuan couldn't wait to light the clan fire.

Unlike the little witch who lit the tribal fire that time, there were sparks and green smoke that time.

This time, flames erupted directly from the fire totem and landed on the branches, igniting the tribe's totem fire.

"Heaven and earth...... A lot less restraint. Fifth Xuan sighed in his heart.

Before this, although it was not difficult for him to use the scorching red power, he couldn't do it as casually as he wanted, but after waking up this time, the power seemed to have changed.

"Woooooooo ”

The third-generation witch excitedly raised the scepter with the fiery red skull and let out an excited shout.

"Woo woo, woo woo ......"

The tribesmen cheered along, twirling and jumping again, and some even had tears in their eyes.

After ten years of waiting, the tribal fire was lit again, and from today onwards, they were not afraid of the cold and beasts, and they could finally not sleep in the cave.

The excitement lasted for a long time, and the second-generation leader even took out the precious beast meat for everyone to eat.

Everyone kept circling around the totem fire, venting the excitement in their hearts.

Fifth Xuan looked at the fiery red skull, and the more he looked at it, the more familiar it felt, and finally he guessed that it might be the skull of the third generation of the witch mother.

"This skull...... It feels like I'm very connected. ”

The fifth Xuan thought in his heart, trying to interact with it.

"Whew. ”

A totem of fire erupted from the Fifth Xuan's body, entering the fiery red skull like a fire dragon.

A flame ignited inside the skull, and the flames looked hot, but it did not burn the stick that held the skull, nor did it burn the vines that connected the stick to the skull.

The beating flames passed through the eye sockets of the skull, as if they were watching everyone, making the already strange skull even more weird.

"Uh......h Huh?"

Everyone stopped celebrating and looked at the skull in the hands of the third generation of witches in confusion.

The third generation of witches also glanced at the fire totem suspiciously, and then looked at the crutch in his hand.

Then, either instinctively or with some kind of sense, the third-generation witch raised the cane in his hand and gently swung it forward.

"Whew. ”

A stream of flame erupted from the mouth of the crimson skull and sprayed on a large tree, instantly setting the entire tree on fire.

"Woo ......"

The people of the Fire Tribe first avoided in horror, and then looked at the third generation of witches longingly, and the third generation of witches looked at the crutches in surprise.

The flames in the crimson skull on the crutch became a little smaller, but the rest was still enough to swing more than ten times, and the third generation of witches looked at the fire totem again, because all this was thanks to the fire totem.

"Stinky girl, it's useless for you to look at me, and I don't know why. ”

The fifth Xuan Wuxian complained in his heart, he was just trying, who would have thought of making a fireball technique.