Crash.
The heavy rain kept pouring down, hitting the members of the Fenggun tribe without making any sound.
It is as if the heaven and earth are all surrendering to the dance of the witch. All sounds are disturbing the dance of the witch in heaven and earth and should not exist.
At this moment, everyone's minds were attracted to the beating figure on the altar. In their eyes, there was nothing else but Feng Xi.
"Buzz!"
Feng Xi suddenly spit out a syllable, like the sound of the creation of the world.
It seems this is just the beginning.
Immediately afterwards, a series of unfamiliar and mysterious syllables resounded in the ears of every Fenggun tribesman.
At this time, everyone raised their heads as if feeling something, and looked at the stone bowl on the bluestone standing on the altar.
A flame appeared there out of nowhere.
The flame was not big, only the size of a palm. It swayed slightly in the heavy rain. The fiery red light it bloomed was not dazzling, but the moment it appeared, it attracted everyone's attention and became the only one.
At this moment, this flame, that light that is insignificant compared to the nature of heaven and earth, seems to be incomparable to the brilliance of the sun and the earth in the eyes of the Fenggun people.
The fire that condenses all the beliefs of the Fenggun tribe is the only light in everyone's heart!
Feng Xi did not stop dancing because of the appearance of fire.
In his mouth, he continued to chant the mysterious syllables.
As the syllables were chanted, the witch patterns carved on it by Feng Xi began to light up one by one around the altar.
Invisible forces slowly gathered around the altar, and they were connected to the fire above through the altar.
This altar was also Feng Xi's witchcraft platform. He carved witchcraft patterns on it, and it became Fengxi's medium for this sacrifice.
It is also the most powerful medium that Feng Xi spent a lot of time creating!
As the fire swayed, the altar's light flickered brightly and dimly. But it ripples out silently, surrounding everyone.
Wow!
A strong wind blew by, as if the sky was angry. The rain suddenly fell even harder, and thunder rumbled overhead.
Wind, rain, thunder. Many celestial phenomena descended on the Fenggun tribe at this moment.
The invasion of wind and rain blurred everyone's vision. There was a vast expanse of white everywhere in front of them, and the earth seemed to be submerged.
At this moment, everyone opened their eyes wide and did not blink even if the rain hit their eyes.
It seems that by doing this, they can see the sacred flame clearly in the rain curtain.
The flames swayed slightly, seemingly not afraid of the overwhelming wind and rain. Instead, the flames swayed more actively as Feng Xi sang.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Everyone's hearts suddenly beat at this moment, and the syllables Feng Xi spat out gradually overlapped with the sound of their heartbeats.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
There seemed to be rhythmic vibrating sounds in their ears.
The sound got louder and louder from far to near.
It sounded like it was coming from a distant place.
He actually suppressed the roaring thunder above his head.
At this time, Feng Xi who was chanting suddenly paused. He opened his eyes, looked at the tribesmen in front of him, and recited the syllables one by one.
The light from the witch pattern on the altar suddenly surged, outlining a huge flame. In an instant, it spread from the altar to the square where the Fenggun tribe stood, and finally enveloped the entire Fenggon tribe.
As the flames approached, everyone closed their eyes subconsciously, but did not feel any burning pain.
They opened their eyes and found themselves in a world of flames.
The surrounding area is filled with fiery red color.
At the same time, the rain that hit them disappeared without a trace. Even their wet hair and clothes, all the water in them was evaporated by the fire.
The sudden magical changes surprised everyone.
Even Hua Xu looked at Feng Xi who was still beating on the altar with a shocked expression.
And the empty "stone bowl" on the altar.
The fire has disappeared?
No, it turned into a sea of fire!
Hua Xu suddenly felt that the sea in his heart began to vibrate, and invisible and familiar forces surged in.
"He is passing on the power of fire to the clansmen!"
Feng Xi didn't seem to notice anything, and he continued to recite syllables one by one.
Following Feng Xi's chanting, tiny flames sprouted in the "sea of fire".
As soon as they appeared, they spontaneously floated towards the people around them.
It's not hot, but like warm clouds that touch the skin and blend into people's bodies softly.
All the people in the Fenggon tribe felt a warm and gentle power filling their side.
It's like a ray of warm sunshine is shining on me in the bone-chilling winter.
The warm and comfortable feeling was indescribable to them, as if they were back in Eminem's arms, feeling extremely comfortable and secure.
They couldn't help but close their eyes, immersed in it, unwilling to wake up, and seemed to want to go on like this forever...
The heavy rain kept falling, but they could not get close to the Fenggun tribe, which was shrouded in fire.
At this moment, if anyone opens their eyes, they will be shocked to find that in this sea of fire, they and everyone present start to emit a hazy red light.
The red light is extremely pure, without any color, it is the light of fire.
In silence, he slowly blended into everyone's body.
It enveloped them all, driving away their weariness.
Even, standing under the altar, Li and the six tribesmen, as well as everyone in the hunting team in the crowd, the scars on their skin covered by the light were fading away little by little.
Because of hunting, the deep and shallow scars left on the body by those beasts were just like this, quietly erased by the white light, as if they had never appeared.
Among all the clan members, only Xi has never shined with light.
The power of the fire did not envelope it, but lingered around it, not daring to get close.
It seems that the power hidden in her body is more mysterious and powerful than fire.
On the other side, Hua Xu, who is also a shaman, has the most dazzling light among the clan members.
The power left by the flames on her body was beating, rising and falling with her breathing, as if it had become one with her.
Feng Xi saw this scene from the corner of his eye and frowned slightly, but he did not make any move to interfere with the changes between the two of them, and continued to sing the mysterious syllables one after another.
But this time, there seemed to be something extra in the chanted syllables.
…
The flames turned into invisible power and poured into Hua Xu's heart.
Gradually they gathered together, and finally formed a swaying red flame.
This flame looks exactly like a fire!
Witch Prime!
With the help of Fengxi Fire Sacrifice, the fire seeds are spread to the tribesmen.
The second witch in the wilderness was also born as the witch prime minister.
When the Xinhuo Witch Prime Minister was born, countless murmurs began to ring in Hua Xu's ears, which seemed to be telling and guiding.
It was a generation of witches who came across time and space to give guidance to their ancestors.
Hua Xu seemed to understand now.
Where is her path?
