"Jiuying, is this your real power?" Xian raised his head, looked at the oncoming scene of water and fire, and let out an exclamation.

The angry Jiuying forgot the original agreement, but it also allowed him to see the power of the most powerful beast in the Fenggun tribe.

The two completely different powers of water and fire were controlled by him. No matter which one he had seen, they were no weaker than the misfortunes and snakes he had seen. Not to mention, these two powers were not opposed to each other in Jiuying, but reached a level.

Mutual balance.

"That's the case..." Xian murmured to himself, suddenly raised his head, raised his staff, bowed leisurely to the river, and uttered,

"I pray for the great river, and all waters will stand!"

As he bowed down, the surrounding water of the Luo River began to surge violently, as if in response to him, forming a huge wave behind him that was no less powerful than Jiu Ying.

"I pray for fire to bring life and transform into yang!"

Then Xian turned around again and bowed again to Chifeng in the distance.

In an instant, I saw a fire in the void, and in the distance, the fire domain that enveloped Feng Gun's ancestral land began to respond spontaneously. The power of the fire broke through the domain, merged into the flames above Xian's head, and turned into a blazing sun hanging on the river.

pray!

After Zhu's witchcraft was revealed, another initial witchcraft appeared in Xian's hands!

"pray!"

On the mountain peak, the two people who saw this scene could no longer sit still. They stared at the scene of water and fire on the river with wide eyes.

"Pray, Wu Xian actually masters two witchcrafts at the same time!" The witch from Feng tribe stared blankly at the blazing sun in the sky.

Since Da Xi introduced witchcraft, all shamans have each adopted a technique as their own foundation to carry out their witchcraft journey.

As for Wu Xian, the skills he carries are not a secret among the witches. As the two initial witchcrafts set by Da Xi, Wu Xian has already brought the "Zhu" he inherited to a new level.

A level that amazes everyone.

Although the sight of Wu Xian praying for fire also shocked him, the sight of Wu Xian using the technique of praying made him even more unbelievable.

"Practice two initial witchcrafts at the same time, Wu Xian, you are really hiding it!" The witch from Feng tribe smiled bitterly, his tone unable to hide his low mood.

Not to mention the "wishes" that the other party showed at the beginning, it was the fundamental witchcraft that established Wuxian as the leader among the witches. Just talking about the "prayer" in front of him, none of the witches could compete with it.

of.

Thinking like this, he had a vague answer to the outcome of Wu Xian's trip. Just as he was about to turn around and go down the mountain, he saw that Feng was already walking in the opposite direction.

"Chief..." The shaman from the Feng tribe changed his expression when he saw this, and shouted quickly.

"You want to stop me?" Feng turned his head and looked at him indifferently.

Being stared at by Feng's cold eyes, the shaman of Feng's tribe suddenly felt a chill in his heart. He said bravely,

"Now that Wu Xian has borrowed the power of the Divine Realm, this battle is a foregone conclusion. Leader you..."

"I know!"

Before he finished speaking, he was immediately interrupted by Feng,

"But Luo is still there!"

"She is the goddess of my clan, how could I watch her face that Wu Xian alone!" A stern look flashed in Feng's eyes.

After saying that, without waiting for the other party to respond, he turned around and walked down the mountain, speeding towards the river bank.

Looking at the leaving figure of his leader, the shaman of the Feng tribe changed his expression. After a while, he sat on the ground and said to himself with a wry smile,

"Luo Nu is the daughter of Da Xi after all, so how could Wu Xian hurt him?"

"Chief, you..."

The words gradually became lower and finally turned into a sigh.

…

At the same time, two different powers of water and fire collided on the Luo River.

Huge waves crisscrossed each other, and the black flames collided with the red sun, turning the entire Luo River upside down.

Among the strange scenes of water and fire, you can vaguely see several figures fighting each other.

The nine infants and nine heads moved in unison, spitting poisonous fire from their mouths while stirring Luohe with their tails.

On the other side, Xian stood with his feet on the heads of the two snakes, waving the wooden stick in his hand constantly. The sun of fire and the water of the Luo River echoed the witch patterns on the heads of the two red and green snakes, allowing the two strange beasts to use this to display their magical powers and interact with them.

Nine babies contend.

There seems to be a stalemate between the two.

However, if there are other witches or totem warriors here, they will find that compared to Xian's ease at this time, Jiuying's range of movement is getting smaller and smaller, and he seems to be a little more anxious during his actions.

But the only one who could see the fight clearly was Luo. At this time, she lowered her head, as if thinking about something, and did not notice that her beast had fallen into a disadvantage.

"It's now!"

When the leader of the Nine Infants spit out a stream of poisonous fire again, a flash of light flashed in Xian's eyes. He waved hard, and the wooden staff in his hand came out.

"Festival!"

Xian opened his mouth and spat out a blood-stained red wooden staff. As he saw the power of the fire left around him due to the fight between the two parties, they seemed to have been summoned and gathered towards the wooden staff in mid-air.

In an instant, the flame ignited the stick body, turning it into a long flame stick, which directly broke through the layers of huge waves and poisonous fire, and hit Jiu Ying's head heavily.

"Roar!"

Along with a mournful cry, a huge splash of water exploded between the water and fire.

When Xian saw Jiu Ying being knocked into the bottom of the river with his own staff, he did not stop. Instead, his hands formed a strange handprint. The invisible power spread, and it was seen that whether it was the water controlled by Jiu Ying or the water borrowed by Xian

The huge waves transformed by the water from the Luo River immediately calmed down.

After suppressing the waves of the Luo River, Xian's handprints changed again, and the blazing sun above his head suddenly fell, suppressing Jiu Ying who had just raised his head from the Luo River again.

From the beginning to the end, Xiandu never expected to control the water of the Luo River to confront Jiuying. The blazing sun transformed by the borrowed fire power was his real trump card.

And as Xian used the blazing sun to forcefully suppress Jiu Ying, a grayish-white color began to appear between his temples.

medium!

How could the witch lack a medium to perform witchcraft? The wooden stick that was originally used as a medium was sacrificed by him, and turned into the final blow to drive Jiuying into the bottom of the river.

At this time, he was once again harnessing the burning sun, but he was using his own life as the medium.

Life continued to pass, but Xian's expression did not change at all. He slowly turned around, looked at Luo on the river bank, gave a slight salute, and then shouted loudly,
Chapter completed!