The totem of the rain tribe is an arc above, and below the arc, there are rain-like dots. Shao Xuan counted, eight points. There is also something like fog around the totem, flowing.

Shao Xuan was very surprised when the totem of the Yu tribe appeared in this "eggshell", and now, the totem of the rain tribe has also appeared.

Compatibility is good. Shao Xuan thought to himself.

Although the totems that appear are not as big as the totem of the Yanjiao tribe in the middle, and not as bright as the totem of Yanjiao, they do exist here, and they are still flashing.

The totem of the rain tribe that appeared was not the same fire color as the Yanjiao totem, but similar to that of the Yan tribe, white, with some white and translucent feeling, like liquid.

Shao Xuan observed the flickering rain tribe totem and mobilized the power of inheritance, wanting to take a closer look at this sudden appearance of the alien tribe totem.

The blue flames detached from the bottom of the flames around the Flame Horn Totem and stretched out towards the much smaller Rain Tribe Totem that appeared.

It stands to reason that there should be rejection between the totemic powers of different tribes, but here, this is not the case. The blue flame that separates itself is in light contact with the totem of the rain tribe.

When he made contact, Shao Xuan felt the totem of the Rain Tribe tremble, and the eight points also moved. Shao Xuan was curious, those eight points looked more like drops of liquid hanging in the air.

A crystal liquid-like dot fell down from the totem of the Yu tribe, Shao Xuan stared at the falling point, originally planning to see where it would fall, but he didn't want to, that drop just fell a little, and after surpassing the totem of the rain tribe, it turned into fog and merged with the fog around the totem of the rain tribe. And look at the totem again. The gap has been filled in the place where it originally fell, and a droplet that is exactly the same as the one has appeared there.

And this is just the beginning, as if the start switch was pressed, the dots on the totem of the rain tribe gradually began to fall down like the one just now. Fog and re-form.

From the first drop, then two drops, all the way to the eight, all started to move, and it turned around, and it looked like it was raining non-stop.

Somehow, Shao Xuan suddenly remembered what Yang Sui had told him about the Rain Tribe's fire.

Yang Sui said that there was a problem with the fire of the Rain Tribe, except for the time of the big sacrifice at the beginning of each year. Other times, it's hard to be woken up, which is why Pray for Rain keeps failing.

But now, Shao Xuan feels that this moving totem is like gradually waking up from a deep sleep.

Shao Xuan's heart was shocked, and he felt a powerful force from the outside world.

Breaking away from the sea of consciousness, Shao Xuan looked to the side.

Although because of the weather. It was dark inside the room, and Shao Xuan could still see Lei Hetuo's reaction. The two who were resting stood up and flipped up. Look in the direction of the Rain Tribe.

"What's going on?!"

"Why is there such a strong totemic power?"

Feeling the rejection of this sudden foreign tribe totem, Lei Hetuo opened the door and walked out.

Outside, the wind and sand were all over the place, worse than the previous two days. Ray's messy hair was blown up, and his eyes narrowed into a slit because of the diffuse sand. I can clearly smell the smell of wind and sand between breaths.

The sky, around. It's all yellow sand and dust, and the visibility is extremely low, so it's a bit laborious to look at this row of wooden houses, let alone the place of the Rain tribe farther away?

They wanted to see what was going on over there, but all they could see was a cloudy sand.

Shao Xuan covered his face slightly with his hands. Blocking the sand and dust blowing in front of him, I listened carefully to the sound over there, it was a little noisy, there were too many people, and I didn't know what was being said over there. But he could clearly feel the growing power of the totem in that direction.

Not only Shao Xuan and the others, but also the rest of the team walked out, but they found that there was nothing to see around at all, and the wind and sand were still big, so they shouted and complained a few words, and went back to the house.

"You say, what's going on over there, is there such a big movement asking for rain?" someone asked.

"I don't know what it's like to ask for rain, but it won't really rain anyway. ”

"Whatever, I just hope the weather gets better soon before we can leave. ”

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In the rain tribe, on the altar built at the fire pond, the dances and spells of Yang Sui and others begging for rain have been completed, and finally everyone knelt down, their foreheads touched the ground, and they knocked on the wooden board full of sand and soil, and did not get up.

Yang Sui and the others knelt on the ground alike, silent, waiting for death. From the moment they stepped up to this high platform, they had no intention of going any further.

The wooden nut bells are tied to a rope and sway in the wind, making a clattering sound that sounds like a rain shower, but it's just "like", not real.

At the end of the ceremony, the music and dancing stopped. At the foot of the altar, the prostrate people got up, and some were disappointed, and although they had failed for many years, they still held on to the little hope that it would really rain. There are also some people who are used to being like this every year, and their faces are numb. Others, however, rejoiced in their hearts. For example, the river tide that once competed with Yang Sui for the position of witch.

He Chao looked at the leader in front of him, took two steps forward, and said in a low voice, "It's okay." ”

His eyes flashed, and he looked at the old men a few steps away. Among them, there are their supporters, and there are also some neutrals, and he is worried about those who are neutral.

Fortunately, the rain failed, and the disappointment on the faces of those people was not hidden, seeing this, the corners of the blank mouth couldn't help but rise, and said loudly: "Because Yang Sui deceived the ancestors, violated the will of the ancestors, and angered the rain god, from today on, he will no longer be the witch of the tribe!"

The people who had opposed them before were now silent. Very good.

After the blank words fell, Hechao suppressed the excitement in his heart and shouted: "Set up firewood!"

The people who had been waiting there carried bundles of firewood and dry grass and laid them around the high platform, all the way up to the top of the platform.

The movement below was clearly heard by the people on the high platform.

As the woods were gradually approaching, Yang Sui said in a voice that everyone on the high platform could hear: "I'm sorry!"

Under the stage, He Chao, as the person most likely to take over the position of Wu after Yang Sui, personally took the torch that was lit, walked to the side of the high platform, and lit all the firewood around the high platform.

"Burn them!"

"Burn to death, burn to death!"

"Whoever disobeys the ancestors and provokes the rain god to be burned to death!"

Listening to the scolding below, Yang Sui closed his eyes and waited for death with everyone, a prayer for rain, failed, and almost consumed all his energy. Tired, hopeless, sad.

Suddenly, Yang Sui's body trembled, and his closed eyes suddenly opened, his eyes full of disbelief. Feel it carefully, it's true! Tinder! is the movement of the tinder!

Below, the people who were shouting "burn to death" also sensed that something was wrong, especially those who were close to the fire pit.

They are too familiar with this kind of power, and every year during the big sacrifice, they will have such feelings. However, this is not the time of the Great Sacrifice, and the situation is different from that of the High Festival.

The surrounding temperature began to drop rapidly.

Through the firewood, they saw that the fire in the pit had changed color, lightened, and white and translucent.

"This ...... It's ......"

The wind and sand around the fire pond seem to have gradually disappeared, and the field of vision has become much clearer.

An old man with a dry and cracked skin with callouses on his palms twisted his fingers, feeling the little wetness on his fingers, raised his eyes to look at the fire pit, and then looked at the high platform built on the fire pit, thinking of something, he was originally shocked with a dazed expression, and shouted loudly: "Extinguish the fire! Put out those fires! Quickly withdraw!" Because he was so excited, his voice was a little broken. He ran to the high platform, ignoring the burning firewood, and waved his arms and kicks, and threw away all the firewood that had been laid on it.

He felt a chill rush to his head, shuddered, and rushed over almost as fast as he could, kicking away the firewood with the old man. The others reacted, and whatever happened, they just followed along.

Those who were farther away could not see the situation around the fire pit clearly, and only listened to the movement and guessed what was happening. Although they couldn't see clearly, they could feel the familiar power from the fire.

Inside the firepit, a white flame rose up, turning into a white mist from the top of the fire, and rushed out of the firepit like a dragon out of the water.

The temperature around is lower.

The firewood that had not yet been kicked away was instantly extinguished the moment it was swept away by the mist.

Yang Sui couldn't see what was happening below, he didn't get up, he just looked up at the sky, and then, his face, which was originally stiff as a stone, cracked, and his expression seemed to be joyful.

The sky looks like it's going to rain......

Below, around the fire pit, the white mist released was like a long dragon, first just hovering around the fire pit, and then as the body increased, the hovering range became wider and wider, and the people standing near the fire pond couldn't help but retreat sharply.

They weren't sure what such a change meant, but they had a vague guess in their minds, one that even they couldn't believe.

As the long dragon of mist swirled, the wooden stakes that had been built on the high platforms, and the firewood that had not yet been lit or had been extinguished, were all like a layer of hoarfrost.

The long dragon of mist was still expanding rapidly, and the chaotic feeling caused by the sand and dust was rapidly disappearing within a radius from the fire pit.

Taking a deep breath, you can also feel a refreshing coolness, without the smell of sand and dust, which makes people shocked, and the whole person feels like being poured a bucket of ice water.

Because of such a change, the rest of the Rain tribe was stupid. They didn't know what it meant, they didn't know how to react now, and the leader didn't say anything.

"Yes...... Isn't it...... Rain...... Did it work?" someone stumbled to ask the people around them.

The others wanted to refute because of their experience, but when they saw the scene over there, they also kept their mouths shut. (To be continued......)