The totem of the Rain Tribe is an arc shape above, and under the arc are dots like rain. Shao Xuan counted eight dots. There were still some foggy-like things surrounding the totem.

When the totem of the Rain Tribe appeared in this "eggshell", Shao Xuan was very surprised, and now the totem of the Rain Tribe also appeared.

Good compatibility. Shao Xuanxin thought.

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

The totem of the Rain Tribe that appeared was not the same as the Fire Horn Totem, but was similar to that of the Rain Tribe. It was whiter and had a little white and transparent feeling, like a liquid.

Shao Xuan observed the flashing rain tribe totem, mobilizing the inheritance power, and wanted to observe the sudden appearance of this alien tribe totem.

The blue flame separated from the bottom of the flame around the Flame Corner Totem and extended toward the much smaller Rain Tribe totem that appeared.

Logically speaking, there should be repulsion between the totem powers of different tribes, but this is not the case here. The separated blue flames easily contact the totem of the Rain Tribe.

When they were in contact, Shao Xuan felt the totem of the Yu Tribe tremble, and the eight dots also moved. Shao Xuan was curious. Those eight dots looked more like drops of hanging liquid.

A crystal-like liquid-like dot fell from the totem of the Yu Tribe. Shao Xuan stared at the falling point, intending to see where it would fall, but he didn't expect that the drop just fell a little. After exceeding the totem of the Rain Tribe, it turned into fog and merged with the fog surrounding the totem of the Rain Tribe. Then look at the totem. The gap had been filled in the place where it was originally dropped, and a drop of liquid that was exactly the same as before appeared there.

And this is just the beginning. It was like pressing the start switch, and the dot on the totem of the Rain Tribe gradually began to fall down like the one just now, transforming into mist, and then forming.

From the beginning one drop, two drops, and all eight drops began to move, and it turned around, looking like it was raining constantly.

Somehow, Shao Xuan suddenly remembered what Yang Sui said to him about the fire seed of the Rain Tribe.

Yang Sui said that there was a problem with the fire in the Yu tribe. Except for the high sacrificial time at the beginning of each year, it was difficult to wake up at other times, which is also the reason why the rain has been failing.

But now, Shao Xuan felt that the moving totem was gradually awakening from his sleep.

Shao Xuan was shocked and he felt a powerful force from the outside world.

Leaving the sea of ​​consciousness, Shao Xuan looked to the side.

Although the room was very dark due to weather, Shao Xuan could still see Lei and Tuo's reactions. The two who were resting stood up and looked in the direction of the Yu tribe.

"What's going on?!"

"Why is such a strong totem power appearing?"

Feeling the sudden repulsion of the totem of the alien tribe. Lei and Tuo opened the door and walked out.

Outside, the wind and sand were everywhere, even worse than the previous two days. The scattered hair of Thunder was blown up, and the eyes narrowed into slits due to the diffuse sand and dust. You could clearly smell the smell of wind and sand during your breathing.

The sky was surrounded by yellow sand and dust, and the visibility was extremely low. It was a bit difficult to see this row of wooden houses, let alone the place of the Rain Tribe that was farther away?

They wanted to see what happened there, but only a turbid yellow sand was attracted by.

Shao Xuan covered his face with his hands slightly to block the dust blowing from the face. After listening carefully to the sounds over there, it was a bit noisy. There were too many people and I didn't know what the other side was saying. But he could clearly feel the gradually increasing power of the totem in that direction.

Not only Shao Xuan and the other people in the team also walked out, but they found that there was nothing around and the wind and sand were still strong. They shouted and complained, and then went back to the house.

"You guys, what happened over there? Is there such a big noise in the rain?" someone asked.

"I don't know what it is like to ask for rain, but it will definitely not rain anyway."

"Whatever you do, I just hope the weather gets better soon so that we can leave."

In the Yu tribe, on the altar built in the fire pit, Yang Sui and others' dances and curses for rain were completed. Finally, everyone knelt down and put their foreheads on the ground, knocked on the wooden board full of sand and soil, and did not get up.

Yang Sui and others kneeled down the ground, silently waiting for death. From the moment they walked up to this high platform, they had no intention of going down again.

The wooden nut bell is tied with a rope, swaying in the wind, making constant sounds, sounding like a shower, but it is just "like", not real.

The ceremony ended and the music and dance stopped. Below the altar, the kneeling people stood up, and some were disappointed. Although they had failed for many years, they still held the slightest hope every time, hoping that it would really rain. Some people were used to this situation every year, with numbness on their faces. Others were happy. For example, the Hechao, who once competed with Yang Sui for the position of Wu.

He Chao looked at the leader in front of him, took two steps forward, and whispered: "It's OK."

The eyes flashed, and he looked at the old men a few steps away. Among them, there were their supporters and some neutrals, and what he was worried about was those neutral people.

Fortunately, the request for rain failed, and the disappointment on the faces of those people was not hidden. Seeing this, Yunmang's mouth couldn't help but rise and said loudly: "Because Yang Sui deceived the ancestors and violated the will of his ancestors, he angered the God of Rain. From today on, he will no longer be a witch in this tribe!"

Zhuomang and the river tide looked around. The people who had opposed them before were now silent. Very good.

After the confused words fell, He Chao suppressed his excitement and shouted: "Build Firewood!"

The people who had been waiting there were carrying bundles of firewood and dead grass, placing them around the platform, spreading them upwards until they were at the platform.

The people on the platform could hear the movements clearly.

As the firewood gradually approached, Yang Sui said in a voice that everyone could hear on the platform: "I'm sorry!"

In the audience, Hechao, as the person who is most likely to take over the position of Wu after Yang Sui, took the ignited torch in his own hands and walked to the high platform, igniting all the firewood on the high platform for a week.

"Burn them to death!"

"Burn to death, burn to death!"

"Anyone who violates the ancestor's anger at the God of Rain should 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. He was exhausted, desperate, and sad.

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

Below, the people who were originally yelling to "burn to death" also noticed something was wrong, especially those who were close to the fire pit, and the feeling was particularly obvious.

They are so familiar with such power. They feel this way every year during the high sacrificial sacrifice. However, now is not the time for the high sacrificial sacrifice, and the current situation is different compared to the high sacrificial sacrifice.

The surrounding temperature begins to drop rapidly.

Through the firewood they had raised, they saw that the color of the fire in the fire pit had changed, lighter, whiter and brighter.

"This...this is..."

The wind and sand around the fire pit seemed to gradually disappear, and the field of vision became much clearer.

An old man with calluses and cracked skin twisted his fingers, feeling the little bit of wetness on his fingers, looked up at the fire pit, and then looked at the platform built on the fire pit. When he thought of something, he became shocked with a confused expression and shouted loudly: "Extinguish the fire! Extinguish the fire! Remove the fire quickly!" Because he was too excited, he shouted out a little loudly. He ran to the platform, regardless of the burning firewood, waved his arms and kicked his legs, and lifted off all the firewood that had been laid out.

Jingmang felt a chill rushing towards his forehead, and he was so shocked that he rushed over almost as quickly as possible, kicking away the firewood with the old man. The others also reacted, no matter what, they could do it.

People who were farther away could not see the situation around the fire pit, and only listened to the movement and guessed what had happened. Although they could not see clearly, they could feel the familiar power from the fire.

In the fire pit, the flames that became white and transparent rose up, and started from the top and turned into white mist, rushing out of the fire pit like a swimming dragon coming out of the water.

The temperature around is even cooler.

The firewood that had not been kicked out was instantly extinguished when it was swept away by the fog.

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

The sky seems to be raining...

Below, around the fire pit, the white mist was freed like a long dragon. It was first hovering around the fire pit, and then as the body grew, the hovering range became wider and wider. People standing near the fire pit couldn't help but retreat quickly.

They were not sure what such a change actually represented, but there was a vague guess in their hearts, a guess that even they could not believe.

As the long fog circled, wherever the wooden piles built high platforms and the firewood that had not yet been lit or had been extinguished were like a layer of white frost.

The fog dragon is still expanding rapidly, and the chaotic feeling caused by sand and dust is quickly disappearing within a range from the fire pit to the outside.

Take a deep breath and you can feel a refreshing coolness without the smell of sand and dust. It shocks people and feel like they are poured into a bucket of ice water.

Because of this change, the others in the Rain Tribe were stupid. They didn't know what this meant, nor did they know how to react now, and the leader didn't say anything.

"Is it...is it... Is it... Is it successful for the rain?" Someone asked the people around him stutteringly.
Chapter completed!