"I am already a spirit totem, and since then the fog tribe has been promoted to a medium-sized tribe."

Chen Ke didn't speak, but his voice sounded in everyone's ears: "I will make a ...... today." The second group of totem warriors, those with the deepest faith and the highest talent, can become totem warriors. ”

Suddenly, everyone's hearts were shocked, and they were eager to try.

At this moment, even those wild people who joined later deepened their faith a little.

"Yes, Totem!" The old chief said excitedly.

Immediately afterwards, at the signal of the Nine Witches, the clansmen, who were already very tired, began to dance the sacrificial dance again.

For it is only when the sacrificial dances are danced that the faith of these tribesmen is the most devout and fanatical.

In addition, the sacrificial dance of his followers is more in line with his strength.

Therefore, Chen Ke asked them to dance the sacrificial dance, so that it would be easier to transform.

Sensing the state of everyone, he began to try to transform.

"Hum—"

I saw the ubiquitous spatial mist in the surrounding space pouring into everyone's bodies.

Some people's bodies can easily accommodate those spatial fogs.

But some people's bodies, after the spatial fog poured in, there was a sharp pain like tearing.

"Ah......" Some people couldn't bear it, and they just screamed and forgot to dance the sacrificial dance.

Chen Ke stopped directly and gave up transforming those people.

After those people found that their bodies were no longer in pain, but their strength had not improved in any way, they instantly realized that they did not have the talent to become a totem warrior.

Suddenly, a sense of loss appeared.

Chen Ke ignored those who were too gifted and not religious enough, and continued to reform others.

As the transformation progressed, one by one the clansmen fell down or fainted because they could not bear the severe pain.

But whoever fell and fainted, he gave up directly.

This kind of person who has no talent makes no sense to forcibly transform.

To his relief, the Nine Witches, the Old Chieftain, and the Bud were all very devout in their beliefs.

So he also tried to transform the old chief and the nine witches.

As for the buds, although they are already totem warriors, they were forcibly transformed before, and to some extent, the other party is not complete.

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Now Chen Ke is helping Bud perfect the power of the totem warrior.

To his surprise, the Nine Witches seemed to be different from the others.

This difference is not in terms of talent, let alone other aspects, but because the other party is a witch, and there is some kind of inexplicable connection with him, and he cannot be transformed into a totem warrior.

However, the spatial mist absorbed by the Nine Witches is the most, and the body is also being transformed, undergoing some kind of transformation.

Time passes.

One by one, the people fell, or fell unconscious.

Anyone who fell or fell into a coma was destined to become totemic warriors, unless Chen Ke was willing to transform them alone.

But now that the energy produces totem warriors, he is not short of so many.

Because it was the first time to use a special talent to create a totem warrior, without experience, he made a lot of people in one go, and he found that making a totem warrior consumed a lot of himself.

Because the totem warrior becomes stronger, it does not become stronger out of thin air, but consumes his own strength to transform the other party.

Fortunately, the totem warrior himself does not need the power of faith, so he only needs to inject a wisp of his own origin, and then absorb the aura of heaven and earth to strengthen the other party, and assimilate the other party from the soul to the body.

When he didn't have a special talent before, his transformation of buds was really a slow transformation of cell by cell, and the speed was too slow.

But now that he has a special talent, the speed of transformation has been greatly improved, and many steps are carried out in a foolish manner, as long as the energy is sufficient, there is no bottleneck.

Unless the other person does not have enough faith, or is not talented enough.

If the degree of faith is not enough, it will have a sense of rejection of his original power.

Not to mention the lack of talent, rotten wood is difficult to wither, and forced carving will damage the material.

Finally, an hour passed.

At this time, the sacrificial dance has long since ended.

Those who are still holding on have almost all become totemic warriors, and they have all felt a huge improvement in themselves, and their strength and physique, perception, etc., have all been greatly improved.

Chen Ke also took special care of the old chief, because the chief had to deal with foreign affairs, and in the event of a battle, the chief usually had to lead the charge.

Therefore, he specially absorbed the aura of heaven and earth and gave empowerment to the old chief, until he raised the old chief to the innate stage, and then stopped.

The innate stage is the limit of the totem warriors he can currently make.

If the totem warrior wants to continue to become stronger, he must either cultivate by himself or eat the treasures of heaven and earth.

It is worth mentioning that this kind of officially transformed totem warrior actually has its own exercises.

The totem imprint on their body is the manifestation of the exercise, and as long as the imprint is activated, they can absorb the energy of heaven and earth.

It's really a magical ability, which makes Chen Ke envious, these guys don't need to slowly become proficient in the exercises, they can cultivate directly, and they can become stronger by absorbing energy.

But—

As his disciple, the strongest cultivation of these totem warriors can only be on the same level as him, and his upper limit is the upper limit of these totem warriors, and the other party will never be able to surpass him.

Finally, the mass production of totem warriors ended.

Plus the old chieftain, plus the buds, a total of a hundred totem warriors.

The situation of the Nine Witches is special, the strength of the other party has not increased, and the physique is average, but it is very compatible with the spatial mist, and he also has the ability to shuttle through the spatial mist, and even completely turns into the space mist, to some extent, he has the same ability as Chen Ke.

"Alright, stand down......"

Chen Ke said weakly, feeling very tired.

This totem warrior is simply more expensive than casting a small mushroom solitary cloud.

"Xie Totem!"

The old chief felt his youthful body and knelt down gratefully.

Even the people of primitive tribes have the same desire for immortality.

He was in his sixties before, and with the dark injuries he had suffered before, he felt like he was going to die of old age.

But now that he has become an innate totem warrior, his body seems to have recovered to the age of forty, and he has a very vigorous experience.

"Thank you!

”

All the totemic warriors knelt down gratefully, their hearts excited and uplifted.

Today, the Fog Tribe also has totem warriors, and there are still a hundred.

A tribe of five hundred people, but a hundred totemic warriors, is simply unheard of.

Of course, now the fog tribe is already a medium-sized tribe, but the total population is small, and a normal medium-sized tribe will have at least twenty or thirty totemic warriors who can form a hunting team.

Chen Ke ignored them and directly began to cultivate and recover himself.

This time to make a totem warrior, it can be said that the consumption is huge, and it took half a year to recover completely.

"This work is really not something that people can do, but there is no consumption of spirit and spirit, but the consumption of mind is huge, and the origin also consumes a huge ......"

After recovering, Chen Ke concluded: "I still lack experience, I tried to swallow elephants in vain, and created hundreds of totem warriors in one go, which caused me to almost fall off." ”

It's the cold season again.

The Fog Tribe remained in place.

The altar has obviously been repaired, it is no longer simple, and it is relatively good.

The place where he was was was covered by a pavilion, and even though it was freezing and snowy outside, there was no snow at all here.

The people of the Fog tribe still have a bit of a conscience, and they don't let themselves sleep in the open.

"Spirit Totem...... Don't even have the ability to fly? ”

Chen Ke tried it and found that he couldn't fly at all, unless he used his ability, or became a winged state, or shuttled with the help of spatial mist.

Otherwise, it is simply impossible to fly.

He couldn't help but think of the words of the land immortals in the cultivation realm.