"The power of the curse is more extreme than your witchcraft. It should not have no limit, let alone be in the hands of an immortal!" Wu Xi said in a deep voice with a determined expression.

After he saw the path ahead for witchcraft, the most terrifying "curse" in the world, he had already made a decision in his heart. The path of witchcraft could be passed down, but it must not be like other witchcraft, leaving those who came after him without any benefit.

Use sparingly.

He wanted to use his own life to tell future witches that those who follow the path of witchcraft will not live forever!

"You have already found the way forward..." Wu Xian looked at Wu Xi with an incomprehensible expression, and his tone was a little low.

"Yes! I found him!" Wu Xi smiled "haha" when he heard this, and nodded.

"Ever since the great witch gave me that divine object, I have understood the path forward for the curse..."

When Wu Xian heard this, his heart moved. He couldn't help but frown and stared straight at Wu Xi.

"What exactly did you see that made you choose to give up on it?"

"It?" A trace of wonder flashed in Wu Xi's eyes,

"That is a power that even the gods fear!"

"It's just that it's so terrifying. It was so terrifying that when I saw it, I realized that it was not a power that any mortal spirit could control!"

"It shouldn't be passed down!"

"I originally planned to let it disappear with my passing, but after all, it is the ultimate pursuit of my life's witchcraft, and it is the most powerful witchcraft on the road of witchcraft. How could it just follow me as an old man in obscurity?

Drowning in the present?”

"So I have to find an opponent for this witchcraft that incorporates all my witchcraft!" Wu Xi looked at Wu Xian, who straightened his rickety waist and said forcefully,

"Xian, I need your help!"

He stared at Wu Xian with a look of death in his eyes.

"Among all the witches, you are the only one who can bury me now. When the great catastrophe comes in the future, uncover it, protect our people, and give those high gods a deep memory!"

"Tell them, we witches are no weaker than gods!" He said every word, as if he was using all his strength.

Wu Xian looked at the determination emerging from his old friend's eyes, and suddenly fell into silence. His expression changed, and finally he nodded.

"good!"

Seeing that Wu Xian finally agreed to him, a relaxed smile appeared on Wu Xian's face, as if he was a little proud, and he seemed to let go of the stone that was weighing on his heart. He turned his head and looked at the young man beside him,

"Tiger is waiting for you at Wu Tai. From today on, you are the witch of the tribe!"

With that said, he handed the witchcraft staff in his hand to the young man.

The young man stared blankly at Wu Xi, as if he had not come back to his senses for a moment. It was not until the bone staff representing the witch was handed to him and he subconsciously took it from Wu Xi's hand that he realized what he was doing.

"Witch..." He seemed to realize that Wu was leaving today, and a look of sadness appeared on his face.

"Go ahead, Tiger will tell you what to do, and the tribe will be left to you from now on!" Wu Xi waved his hand, pointing to the bone staff in the young man's hand, and said in a weak voice.

The young man looked at the bone staff covered with witch patterns in his hand, and he knew that this was not only the authority of the witch, but also the responsibility of a tribe.

"yes!"

The young man was stunned for a long time, and finally nodded. He knelt on the ground, kowtowed hard to Wu Xi, and finally turned around and left with a sad face.

When he was about to completely step out of the place where witches often taught him, and when he turned around the corner, he subconsciously turned his head and looked over.

Under the big tree, I saw Wu Xian, the consecrated witch, holding a witch staff in his front hand, outlining a series of extremely mysterious witch patterns, covering up the figure of the witch.

…

"Roar!"

At the same time, the big tiger who was lying on a witch platform suddenly jumped up, looked in the direction of the witch, and let out a mournful roar that echoed through all the tribes.

"Tiger tribe, the witches have left!" The sad roar of the tiger tribe's totem immediately alerted all the shamans in the tribes. They either stood on the shaman platform or walked out of the house, all looking up to the sky to see the tiger.

The direction of the tribe.

From a perspective that could not be seen by the tribesmen, a totem dharma image was dissipating in flying blocks, replaced by a "young tiger", staggering towards the place where the totem disappeared.

"Thirteen great witches passed down the Dharma, but the Cursing Witch was the first to leave the inheritance. Although the witch has left, the Cursing Witch is ahead of all of us witches!" A witch couldn't help but sigh.

By leaving behind his inheritance and giving up his life, Wu Xi did something that all witches dare not do!

"Totem...witchcraft...if the future is really hard to see, why not learn from this witchcraft, choose tribesmen, and pass on my witchcraft path!" Some witches who had no clue about the future could not help but flash in their hearts.

I had this thought.

"Wu Xi, have a good trip!"

"..."

The departure of the witches and the changes in the tiger tribe have caused ripples in the hearts of these witches who are still looking for a way forward.

…

"Torabu...brother, he...?"

The ancestral land, Dawu Tai.

Nuxi stood next to Feng Xi, looking up at the direction of the tiger tribe, a trace of surprise flashed in her bright eyes.

"It's Wu He, he's going to die!"

Feng Xi nodded, his eyes also stayed there, the changes in the totem, the witchcraft Wu Xian was using, everything was seen by him.

"Brother? Why does he want to die?"

In Nuxi's view, these witches can live for a long time, and even the oldest looking witches among them can live much longer than the elders of the tribe.

What's more, there is still brother here. She believes that as long as brother is willing, he can still extend the life of that witch even if he really comes to an end.

The shaman of the Tiger Tribe is now approaching the end of his life, and he can only ask for death.

"This is Wu Xi's own choice. Even if I am the co-leader of all the tribes, I can't stop him by force!" Feng Xi shook his head and said as if he could see what Nu Xi was thinking.

"But……"

"Xiao Xi, every witch's path is different. We shouldn't ask them to do anything." On the other side, Hua Xu walked over and saw her look solemn as she spoke.

In her heart, she was filled with emotion at Wu Xi's determination to do this. He was able to give up his life calmly. Based on this alone, Wu Xi was already ahead of all witches.

"For Wu Xi, a long life is not his wish. Maybe his life is not long, but the dazzling light blooming in the future is what Wu Xi wants to see!"

Feng Xi was not clear about the idea of ​​using a mortal body to fight against gods and witches.

The seeds that were once sown were intended to be the foundation for the journey of witchcraft, but unexpectedly they blossomed into the flower that witches are today.

Feng Xi did not stop him, because this was the path chosen by Wu Xi. He also did not help him, because he knew that Wu Xi had found his own way now and did not need the guidance of his great witch.
Chapter completed!