The sun rises and the moon sets.

In the blink of an eye, the land of Fenggong ushered in the day of the fire festival again.

Fenggon's ancestral land, with the advent of the Fire Festival Day, the fire law domain shrouded in the ancestral land converged the diffuse divine power, allowing the clansmen to enter and exit freely.

As usual, when the fire festival day comes, the land of the wind will always be blessed by the "rain god", but on this day, as soon as the day rises, the drifting heavy rain falls, and the Luo River near the land of the wind is turbulent, as if to indicate the unusual nature of this festival.

Under the Red Mountain, Dawutai.

This is the only altar in the entire Fenggong Land, and it is also the witch platform that the people built before Fengxi left the tribe to go out.

Since then, every fire festival has been held here for the Fenggon tribe. As for the other tribes, because the witches did not think they were qualified, they never built their own altar like the wind gon.

However, on this day, all the tribes living in the Land of Fenggon, under the leadership of their witches, gathered around the altar of the ancestral land, along with the Fenggon tribe.

At this moment, everyone looked solemn, looking up at the high witch platform, with a look of anticipation.

Before they came here, their witch had already told them that the "god" of the Fenggon tribe was going to do something great today that would shake the tribes.

These tribes, before coming to Fenggon, often lived a precarious life, and it was not until they came to Fenggun that they gradually moved away from the days when they had been struggling to survive.

Coupled with the departure of the older generation, the growth of the new generation, and the previous Fenggong tribesmen interacting with each other, even the wandering Nuchao tribe did not raise any objections.

"Wind! Wind! Wind! ”

"Bang bang!"

The shouts suddenly sounded under the altar, and I saw that under the altar, the Fenggong warriors who lit the totems on their bodies danced their bodies and opened their mouths to shout, while colliding with each other with strange stone tools in their hands, making a crisp sound.

"Wind! Wind! Wind! ”

As they moved, the clansmen of the Fenggong tribe also danced their bodies and shouted to the sky.

On the other side, the tribesmen of those tribes listened to the voice, and felt as if there was a fire burning in their hearts, and they couldn't help but start shouting with the people of Fenggon.

In the entire ancestral land, everyone's shouts condensed together, and seemed to turn into a torrent, rising into the sky, making the drifting heavy rain stagnant.

And in the midst of the shouts of the crowd, Fengxi appeared on the altar with a witch staff in his hand.

He was rarely dressed in a red beast robe, with a red feather on his head, and his whole dress made the old man of the Fenggon tribe in a trance, as if he had returned to a long time ago.

At that time, the divine envoy Fengxi had not yet revealed his miracles, and the leader of the tribe, Hua Xu, was also dressed like this, leading the tribe to hold sacrifices.

At the same time, Zhu Wu looked at Fengxi at this time, but a trace of surprise flashed on his face.

Feng Xi is still green, no matter when, he wears a blue beast coat from an unknown beast, and his hair has never been equipped with any accessories, often scattered at random, or tied to the back of his head with a straw rope.

And today, his style of dressing is not like the great witch who taught them, but more like the Huaxu witch of the Fenggon tribe.

On the Great Witch Stage, Feng Xi didn't care about the strangeness of the clansmen, and as the fire festival began, most of his attention was focused on the sky above him.

Where the clansmen could not see, the rudiments of humanity had invisibly converged, enveloping the entire ancestral land.

"Wind!"

I saw Fengxi open his mouth and spit lightly, although the voice was not loud, it clearly entered everyone's ears. Immediately after, there seemed to be an invisible wind blowing, and the heavy rain that had been drifting suddenly disappeared.

"Wind! Wind! Wind! ”

Everyone was shocked at first, and then shouted excitedly.

"Sacrifice!"

Another word fell.

Behind him, the flames on the altar burned brightly, and the red light shrouded everyone, and the coolness brought by the rain was instantly dispelled by a soft warmth.

"It's ...... The power of fire? Under the altar, Hua Xu, who was standing in front of everyone from the Fenggon tribe, looked at the platform in amazement.

She was in harmony with the fire, and long before the fire festival began, she gathered the law of the fire on the red mountain according to Fengxi's request.

Although the flame burning on the altar had some similarities with the fire, Hua Xu knew that it was not the fire!

Although it was in the shape of fire, what made Hua Xu different was that she did not feel the heat of fire from the flame.

The flame was just its appearance, and Hua Xu felt a huge but couldn't help but feel a great will from it, and even wanted to throw herself into it.

"Humanity, is this what Xi is talking about?" Hua Xu's eyes lit up.

Hua Xu was not the only one who found the abnormality, all the witches present had also been exposed to the power of the fire, among which Wu Xian was able to use witchcraft to borrow the power of the fire to suppress the nine infants.

At this time, Fengxi also turned his gaze to the witches in the audience, but he didn't plan to explain this "fire" to them.

"Where are the witches of the tribes?"

"I'll wait!"

When the witches heard this, they all withdrew the distracting thoughts in their hearts, took a step forward with bated breath, and bowed to the altar and performed a witch salute.

"All the tribes are all over the Great Wilderness, because my Fenggong has gathered here, and there have been dozens of ...... so far"

"Today, my Feng clan Fuxi wants to unify all the tribes, abandon the position of the leader of the tribes, and accept all the tribes as one, thinking that they are the co-masters."

"You are both the leader of the tribes and the witch of the tribes, is there any difference?"

"We are willing to honor the order of the Lord!" The witches responded.

Feng Xi bowed slightly, and looked at the tribesmen of the entire Fenggong Land behind him,

"Is there anything different in this clan?"

The words fell, and the vast crowd of Terrans behind them knelt down,

"We are willing to honor the order of the Lord!"

"Good!"

Feng Xi nodded, only to see the red staff in his hand lightly, and everyone felt an invisible force pass through their bodies, helping them to their knees.

As everyone's words fell, Fengxi unified the Fenggong tribes and was respected as the co-master by the clansmen, and he suddenly felt that the rudiments of humanity above his head began to change.

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