"Can Wu Xian beat that Jiu Ying?"
On a cliff not far from Luohe River, a young man dressed in Feng Gong glanced at the man and beast confronting each other in the river, and then asked the figure next to him who was covered in black robes.
The other party shook his head when he heard this.
The young man seemed to be relieved when he saw this, and he couldn't help but reveal a relaxed smile on his face.
"Let me just say, no matter how powerful Wu Xian is, there is no way he can beat Jiu Ying!"
"You actually want to take away Feng Gun's beast!" He seemed to be very dissatisfied with Wu Xian's coveting the snake.
As soon as he finished speaking, the next words from the other party caused the smile on the young man's face to freeze.
"Master Feng, I don't know!"
Feng suddenly turned his head and stared at the other person's face that was covered by his robe.
"Da Xi taught us the path of witchcraft, and Wu Xian is the strongest among the witches. Even I don't know how powerful Wu Xian is now!" Seeing the questioning look in Feng's eyes, the figure shook his head slightly. , his tone remained unchanged.
"But he doesn't have a totem yet!" Feng retorted subconsciously.
Although he does not follow the path of witchcraft, he is not only a member of the Fenggun tribe, but he, the Feng tribe, also has witches. As the leader of the tribe, he knows that the witches in the Fenggon land are roughly divided into several levels.
A powerful witch, even he can feel danger.
And those who are weak are not even much more powerful than ordinary tribesmen.
Whether the witches are powerful or not, the totem is the most important thing.
Only those who establish a totem among ordinary witches can be the first among witches.
In the land of Fenggun, there are not many witches who have actually found totems. For example, the tribal shaman next to him found their totem not long ago with his help.
But among the witches who had reached this stage of evolving totems, he had never heard of Wu Xian.
"The Snake Tribe has no totem, it's because he doesn't want to, not because he can't!" As he said that, the other party raised his head, looked at the figure trampling the red and green snakes in the river, and said slowly,
"Now, he has come to take away his totem!"
His tone still seemed calm, but Feng could clearly feel that there was a hint of heat in the other person's eyes when he looked at Luo He.
"Don't want to?"
Feng murmured to himself, and then his expression gradually became depressed. He had no doubts about what his shaman said, but he had always been determined to lead the Feng tribe to become the most powerful tribe outside Fenggun, and he even did not hesitate to stay here. , but they didn’t expect that a tribe that refused the blessing of the Fenggun tribe would actually walk in front of them.
Totems are very important to tribes. It can be said that whether the totem is strong or not will determine the initial strength of the totem warriors of various tribes.
The snake is also the strongest among the beasts in Fenggun. If Wu Xian can really take it away this time, maybe the snake tribe will surpass them not long after.
"In this case, let me see how powerful a shaman without a totem is!" Thinking of this, Feng looked at the people and beasts in the Luo River and said secretly in his heart.
…
Incomparably hot flames spurted out from the snake's mouth and rushed straight towards Xian.
Lieyan came closer, feeling the growing heat around him. Xian raised the wooden stick in his hand, and then saw lines of mist rising from the river.
The mist surrounded him, forming a barrier that blocked out the heat of the flames.
At this time, Xian's body seemed to exude a strange aura, the surrounding water mist began to rotate, and a magical power seemed to be born in Luohe and enveloped him.
I saw Xian holding a wooden staff and lightly tapping the heads of the two beasts at his feet.
Accompanied by two neighing sounds, a red-green light suddenly appeared on them, and then the two snakes swung their tails, rolling up a huge whirlpool around them.
"Roar!"
The green snake among them roared angrily, and a water column instantly rushed out of the river.
Faced with the powerful beast Jiuying, Xian did not conduct any tests. Instead, from the beginning, he used his most powerful witchcraft.
technique.
wish!
Using himself as a guide, he borrowed the power of the Luo River and gave it to strange snakes, allowing the two snakes under his feet to break the bloodline restrictions and temporarily become Luo River water beasts.
Water can restrain flames. Although this water column does not seem scary, Xian used witchcraft to condense the power of this section of the Luo River. As soon as it hit the flames, he immediately dispersed it and extinguished it, and then crashed directly into Jiuhe River. infant.
Seeing that the little beast in front of him not only extinguished the flames he breathed out, but also wanted to use river water to resist him, a blood-red fierce light flashed in Jiuying's snake eyes.
It flicked its head, scattering the oncoming water column, and then the other head opened its mouth and spat out a stream of flames again.
Seeing another flame approaching, Xian did not let the green snake take action. Instead, he smiled softly, drew a strange mark on the red snake's head with his wooden stick, and spit out a red flame to meet it.
The two flames collided together, but instead of merging, they canceled each other out.
"Hiss?" Jiuying was slightly startled when he saw this. He felt a familiar power from the red flame that made him fearful.
"Sacred fire!"
At the same time, two exclamations suddenly sounded from the top of the mountain.
"How can it be!"
"Xinhuo?" On the river bank, a trace of surprise flashed in Luo's eyes. This was the first time she saw someone other than the Fenggun tribe who could actually use the power of Xinhuo.
"Where did he get the power of fire?" She stared at the red flames and seemed to find something. Then she looked at the lines on the top of the red snake's head, and her eyes lit up.
"It's that witch mark!"
Although Luo is not a witch, he has studied witchcraft with Feng Xi since he was a child, so he naturally knows about such magical things as witch patterns.
However, what she didn't expect was that Wu Xian could actually use the witch pattern to borrow some of the power of the fire!
After discovering this, Luo couldn't help but glance at Wu Xian, and she couldn't help but have an idea in her heart. She knew that witches could carve witch patterns on some magical tools!
On the other side, Jiuying didn't know what his master was thinking. He watched the red flames that began to dissipate on the river with vigilance. Not long after, he discovered that the flames were different from the fire that Feng Xi had used to surrender him.
A trace of anger suddenly flashed in the snake's eyes.
It raised its head, and its body began to burn with black flames. Then it opened its mouth again and spit out a stream of even hotter black flames.
At the same time, it swung its snake tail and rolled up a huge wave in the river.
The entire river surface seemed to be divided into two parts in an instant. The upper part was filled with extremely hot black flames, and the lower part was filled with huge waves.
The two completely different powers of water and fire actually bloomed in Jiuying. Xian borrowed the power of Xinhuo to deal with himself, which seemed to remind Jiuying of the humiliating experience of being ambushed.
At the same time, Xian looked up at the scene of fire and water in front of him, and immediately felt an extremely powerful pressure coming from him.
