The drums are getting faster and faster, and the ethnic songs are getting more and more intense.

Mu Qing and Wan Lun sweated like rain, their bulging muscles were covered with a layer of smooth oil, and their naked upper bodies were red as if they had been burned by fire.

With the beat of the drums and the sound of the clan song, Ye Xi closed his eyes, raised his face slightly in the direction of Beichen Star, and then began to chant.

Esoteric and obscure witch words are constantly spit out with a peculiar rhythm.

This is the first time Ye Xi has recited witch language, but he seems to have recited it thousands of times after receiving the inheritance of the ancestral witch, without a trace of stagnation.

Wisps of green light between heaven and earth, which were invisible to others, frantically poured into Ye Xi's body like a whirlpool, and the magic power in his body gradually accumulated more and more.

After feeling that it was about the same, Ye Xi suddenly waved his bone staff, and the head of the staff pointed slightly at the pile of logs.

- Boom!

I saw a one-meter-high white flame suddenly rise from the pile of logs! The flames were burning fiercely and were extremely vigorous.

Ye Xi was a little surprised.

He remembered that when Tu Shanwu first lit the fire, the flame was only the size of a palm, and it swayed in the wind, looking like it could be extinguished at any time. Why does he look so strong?

Whatever the reason, let's finish presiding over the high sacrifice first. Ye Xi calmed down, refocused his attention on the witch language, and recited the blessing witch chant.

With the mysterious witch language, a layer of white light shrouded all the people of the Xia tribe, and this white light became more and more intense, almost turning into substance.

Seeing this, Ye Xi's eyebrows jumped again.

He remembered that when Tu Shanwu blessed him, there was only a layer of hazy white light, but when he read it, the light was so strong!

With the white light, all the Xia tribesmen gradually melted away the scars and dark diseases accumulated on their bodies, and their bodies returned to their healthiest state, while Mu Qing and Wan Lun, who were exhausted by beating the drums, regained their strength, and the drumbeat even became louder!

Ye Xi observed them all the time, and felt that they were almost recovered, so he stopped the blessing witch recitation.

Then comes the most crucial step - let the warrior awaken!

There are a total of thirty-nine reserve fighters who are preparing to awaken this time, and Ye Xi is ready to come in batches, so he beckons five reserve soldiers to come over first.

The five reservists were men and women, and there was even a broken feather who had just turned ten.

Don't look at Duan Ling's young age, but he is actually the most physically qualified of all reserve fighters, and he has the highest chance of awakening success.

The five reserve warriors took a deep breath and stood next to the blazing white flames, holding the fierce beast core in their hands as Ye Xi had ordered before, and pasting it to their hearts.

After Ye Xi waited for them to make a move, his face turned solemn, he shook his arms towards Beichen Xing and opened his arms, and then chanted the witch language loudly, and a magnificent and desolate aura came to his face.

Buzz –

The space trembled slightly.

Ye Xi's eyebrows suddenly appeared the size of a grain of rice, a blurry, vaguely tribal totem-like white light, and the whole person looked divine and mysterious.

Roar!!!

The drum's virtual image of the black-scaled tiger roaring with its mouth open appeared out of thin air!

The phantom of this beast was so real that it was as if it were standing on a drum.

All the Xia tribesmen were startled, including Mu Qing and Wan Lun, who hammered the drums, and the drums and songs paused unconsciously. Ye Xi, who was chanting a mantra, frowned slightly. But fortunately, all the Xia tribesmen immediately picked up the drums and songs the next moment.

Ye Xi breathed a sigh of relief, and after reciting the witch language, he held the bone staff in his hand and pointed straight at the fire!

Hula!

The flames suddenly soared, and the flame body was three meters high, and the white flame body was now taller than a person, and it was almost impossible to see the firewood underneath.

Ye Xi recited witch scripts to the five reserve soldiers and began to help them awaken.

With the sound of witch chanting, the fierce beast core that was close to the skin gradually turned into water and melted to the heart, and the expressions of the five reserve soldiers became more and more painful, and the green tendons burst out one by one, and finally they couldn't help but howl miserably.

Ye Xi sighed softly in his heart. He had experienced the awakening himself, and of course he knew how much it hurt, it was as if a red-hot iron was burning his heart, and it hurt so much that he wanted to die immediately to end the pain.

Although he sympathizes, he can't do anything, because this is a necessary process, and if you want to break out of the cocoon and become a butterfly, you must get through it yourself.

One of the most bitter reservists was a woman and the mother of a two-year-old child. She was very thin, because of her hunger and hard work, and her arms were as thin as reeds, and they looked like they could be broken almost at a moment's notice.

The woman was in so much pain that she rolled all over the floor, her face contorted, her throat roaring like that of a beast, and her body covered in mud and looked embarrassed.

Ye Xi's eyes showed a trace of unbearability.

He knew that this woman was going to be unable to hold on, her physique was the worst of all, so the process of integrating the beast core into the body and transforming the body was also the most tragic. And there is only one result that she can't last, and that is death.

Knock knock!

Mu Qing and Wan Lun struggled to hammer the big drum, almost swinging the bone hammer with their lives.

The clansmen were also singing the clan song desperately with their thick necks, trying to give the reservists a little help, and the roaring song startled all the birds and birds in the sky.

“...... The head of the dry bones hangs down, which faith is it that looks up!

With a roar, the fire rekindled in his unyielding heart......"

The woman's forehead was bruised, and her chicken-claw-like hands were digging deep into the soil. After a click, the molars were bitten off by her, and she lay on the ground, with blood, and sang word by word from between her teeth: "My heart, there is a rock...... Stone, no, can ...... Shake ......"

"I ...... The heart is there, the sky is light, and it cannot be ...... Annihilation!"

She gasped and sang out of tune, her face still twisted with pain, but she didn't die after all, and she survived like a tough guy.

Ye Xi's eyes were slightly hot.

When teaching the Xia tribe human songs, Ye Xi told them the story of the Xia Cangzu Wu that he saw in the illusion.

The Xia tribesmen were greatly shocked after hearing this, and felt that their current downcast appearance had ruined the glory of their ancestors, so none of the thirty-nine reserve soldiers selected in the first place flinched, and the women and children were all the same, all desperately trying to straighten the backbone of the Xia tribe again.

Ye Xi recited the witch spell while estimating the progress, knowing that it was almost there, so he waved his bone staff and made a provocative gesture at the white blazing flame.

The flames suddenly rose into the air, turning into five springs and surging towards the five reserve soldiers.

As soon as the white fountain of fire poured into their bodies, their pain was immediately relieved a lot, and their hideous expressions became calmer and calmer.

As time passed, the first warrior who successfully awakened rose from the ground, followed by the second, and then the third......

Among them, Duan Ling was the last to stand up, and as a warrior, he looked at his hands with novelty, waved his fist, and then looked at the same group of awakened fighters as him defiantly, eager to try, as if he wanted to fight.

Ye Xi smiled slightly, didn't give him this chance, and said to the crowd: "Ten more reserve fighters will come up." ”

It was very easy to help five reserve fighters awaken just now, and he knew that he was underestimating his own strength, so in order to save time, he simply awakened ten people at once.

......

As the last warrior stood up from the ground, all the reserve warriors of the Xia tribe had awakened this time.

All the Xia tribesmen were excited.

The tribe gave birth to thirty-nine warriors at once, a full thirty-nine warriors!

But despite the excitement, the hammer drummer is still beating the drum, and the singer is still singing the national song, without the slightest relaxation. Ye Xi stood next to the fire and made a stop gesture towards them.

The drums and singing died away.

Ye Xi also stopped chanting, then faced Beichen Star and raised his bone staff high at it.

There was silence all around.

The green energy that only Wu could see frantically poured into the bone staff, and the white mark on Ye Xi's eyebrows shone brightly, and the totem imprint became clear.

With a snort, the white flames in the fire suddenly exploded, and then exploded in all directions with a bang, turning into clusters of fine flames!

Looking at the small white meteor-like flame points that fell from mid-air, excited and excited smiles appeared on the faces of the Xia tribesmen, and they spread their arms, spinning, and jumping to meet these white flames.

There were a lot of white flames that fell on the surrounding Flamestripe Fern Bushes, and the Flamestripe Fern leaves swayed, absorbing the flames, and the magma-like lines on the leaves flashed back and forth, and the whole Fern Bush seemed to become greener and brighter.

"Hahaha......" The joyful laughter kept echoing in the clearing.

In the crowd, Ye Xi, who was holding a bone cane, looked at the celebratory crowd and smiled slowly.