"Haha......"

Storm laughed again when he saw how destructive he could unintentionally swing his arm, louder than the last, and his body trembled, and finally he couldn't even straighten his waist. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Storm's heart was so filled with joy that he didn't care about his own image at all, and it seemed a little funny.

On weekdays, people can't help but smile when they see him, but now no one thinks he is funny, especially the leaders of the various tribes and their clansmen who come to watch the ceremony, and their eyes are even more vigilant when they look at him.

Although Storm's series of moves were not deliberate, and he did not mean to show off his strength, his every move did show a part of his true strength after becoming a transformation warrior.

As a result, people have predicted his strength, which is very terrifying, if he fights against him, if his opponent is not the same transformation warrior, I am afraid that he will die under his claws in an instant.

"Worry-free!"

Fengyun, who saw all this in his eyes, suddenly felt relieved, as if he had unloaded a big stone that was pressing on his heart, and the whole person was much more relaxed.

Originally, he still had some worries.

Although he pushed everything to the sky and successfully fooled the past and freed him and the entire tribe from the crisis, there was no absolute strength in the tribe, and there was still a lot of resistance to unify the entire Razor.

Fengyun has relatively big ambitions, and when he decided to help the tribe return to Razor, he set a goal to make his tribe the ruler of Razor.

Only in this way can his inventions and creations be best promoted and have the greatest impact on Razor, and can they also bring the fullest improvement to his strength.

However, when he learned that there were metamorphosis warriors in Razor, and that there was more than one, Fengyun immediately realized that it would definitely not be easy to unify the entire Razor.

The greatest obstacle was now being solved in a way he had never imagined.

Thanks to the help of the evolved totem, Huojiao, he, Wu and Storm have all turned into a metamorphosis warrior in one go, which is equivalent to giving the tribe a strong capital to unify Razor.

The Crow Tribe has been able to be powerful in Razor for so many years, in the final analysis, isn't it because Raven Ba is a transformation warrior?

Now that the tribe has a full three transformation warriors at once, even if some people have objections to the Fire Jiao tribe becoming the ruler of Razor, they only dare to vent in their hearts, or find a place where no one is around, and they definitely dare not stand up and clearly oppose it.

In other words, as long as there are no big changes, it is already a sure thing that the Fire Jiao tribe will become the ruler of Razor.

"Dedicate!"

However, the calmest of the three people has to be said to be Wu, who completed the transformation all at once, which can be described as a great joy, but he was still able to keep calm, follow the steps, and continue to carry out the remaining steps of the sacrifice.

After becoming a transformed warrior, Wu's voice seemed to have some kind of power, and it calmed down the clansmen at once.

"Yes!"

Some of the Huojiao tribe warriors who had been assigned tasks above the sacrifice immediately responded and took action, and they all lifted the brute beasts whose limbs were tied and walked towards the altar.

The nine brute beasts sacrificed before were only part of the sacrifice, and more sacrifices were needed to complete the entire sacrifice.

It didn't take long for the huge altar to be occupied by all kinds of brute beasts, filling the area around the totem pole.

I don't know if it's because of the terrifying aura emitted by the fire Jiao on the totem pillar, these brute beasts that were sent to the altar as sacrifices were motionless, and seemed to have accepted their fate.

Fengyun stepped forward, drew his bone knife, and stabbed the brute beasts in the chest, and immediately blood arrows flew out.

When all the brute beasts had been killed by Fengyun, the blood they flowed out far exceeded the limit of what the altar could hold, and began to flow below the altar.

From below, streams of bright red blood meander down the edge of the altar, dyeing the entire altar red, revealing a strong ferocity.

"Moo!"

After the beast soaked the altar, the fire Jiao standing at the head of the totem pillar finally reacted, let out a low roar, and then shrank and retreated into the totem pole.

In the next moment, a strong aura erupted from the totem pole, enveloping the altar, and everywhere it passed, the corpses of the sacrificed beasts instantly turned into powder, and the destructive power was terrifying.

However, Fengyun and the other eight clansmen who were standing on the altar were not attacked, and they were pushed out of the altar by the breath and landed on the altar, intact.

Fengyun didn't feel threatened, and decisively gave up resisting, allowing the aura emanating from the totem pole to send him off the altar.

Without waiting for his feet to stand on the ground, Fengyun looked over to the altar, his instincts telling him that sending him and the eight people off the altar was not the end, on the contrary, it was only the beginning.

He wanted to see what new things the altar would have in the coming days.

What happened next didn't disappoint him either.

Streams of natural forces descended from the sky and entered the altar with the totem pole as a carrier, some of which merged into the altar, and some of which merged with the blood of the brute and the remains of the brute turned into powder.

With the addition of the forces of nature, the blood of the beasts and their powdered remains soon boiled like boiling porridge.

In the process, wisps of red smoke rose up, gathered in the air, and turned into the appearance of brute beasts, which were sent to the altar as sacrifices not long ago, no more, no less, all of them, not a single one.

The brutes turned into red mist looked in pain and wanted to escape, but they couldn't escape at all, they could only open their mouths and make a roar.

They didn't really make a sound, but everyone under the altar did hear their roar, not through their ears, but directly in their heads.

As time passed, the blood of the brutes and the powdered remains of their bodies began to move and began to roam the altar in smaller and smaller numbers, seeming to have infiltrated the interior of the altar.

After about a quarter of an hour, the blood of the brutes and the powdered remains of their bodies were completely gone, and the altar changed its appearance.

Originally, the altar was made of clay, but now it seems that it has nothing to do with clay, and it is solid, delicate, and strong...... It seems to have become a material similar to jade.

The transformation of the altar was not over, and finally the many brute beasts that had been transformed by the red mist were also dragged down by it, becoming a part of it, and turning into vivid reliefs covering its surroundings. (To be continued.) )