"Witch! When will we find the water source?"

A little girl with red body looked at the young man beside her and asked curiously.

"The fire should be soon! The last guidance from Totem at the beginning was here. As long as we keep moving forward, we will find the water source sooner or later."

The young man, who was called a witch, had skin similar to that of a little girl, but his arms covered by linen were dense wounds, some of which had scarred scars, and some began to petrify.

"Wu! Someone fainted again!" A shout suddenly came from behind. Wu licked his cracked lips and looked at the sky.

"Is it almost noon?"

When the witch whispered, she reached out to remove a small piece of flesh and blood from her arm, and turned into a little wet soil with moisture and fire in front of the fire.

"Take the fire and feed the man. Let's take a break and wait for the sun to start setting before we continue on the road!"

The witch gave a few instructions to the Huo, raised her head, greeted the tribesmen around her, knocked on the ground with the wooden stick in her hand, dug a large hole, and guided the tribesmen into it.

Looking at the wet soil in her hands, a trace of desire appeared in the little girl named Fire, but she knew that this thing was life-saving.

When the fire took the soil, a faint airflow rose in the palm of his palm, locking the very sparse water inside, and carefully opposing the crowd and taking it to the back.

Along the way, everyone who passed by Huo couldn't help but look at her palm, with greed and desire in her eyes.

Seeing this, Wu sighed and whispered to comfort other people who were afraid and lacking in water.

But this time, another clan member's coma seemed to ignite the tribe's mind, and countless adults began to talk: "It must be because we abandoned the totem, devoured His power, and transformed the identity of the human race. This is our retribution..."

"What kind of retribution? It's all the fault of the witch. It's clearly that he said that as long as we transform our bodies, we can find new water sources in the drought. After so many days, he has water in his hands for those who faint. He must have more water in his hands, and he just doesn't want to give it to us!"

"Until now, we have seen no sign of water sources, and it is the right thing to do to keep as much water as possible."

"But why is that girl Huo still so beautiful? He gives Huo a drink but doesn't give it to us. Isn't it just that he has selfish intentions?"

"You can't say that, Fire is the next witch, she needs to bear more than we do..."

"Where did the dead tribe members go?"

The rebuttal words were getting lighter and lighter, and when the angry person said the last sentence, everyone fell silent.

In fact, everyone can guess that as early as when the totem was still there, the mysterious disappearance of the corpses of the tribe continued to occur, and there were also witches who disappeared together for a while.

Then, the witch gave a little more water, which silently proved their guess.

At this moment, when someone told him to his face, the witch fell into silence, and all the adults were also in silence.

Finally, a woman holding her child said, "But, we always have to live! When his father died, he pulled me and told me that he must live with his child!"

As he said that, the woman looked at the silent man: "Witch, it doesn't matter if I die. In fact, we are present and adults should die. But I don't want my death to be worthless. After death, it is also a kind of atonement for me!"

As he said that, the woman looked in front of her with empty eyes, hugged her child, and gently patted him on the back.

"We will find the water source!"

The witch could only repeat this sentence continuously. Suddenly he raised his head, walked out of the cave and looked at the clouds that suddenly appeared above, knelt on the ground, and then began to jump, holding a very simple sacrifice to the four Zhao Gongming and his sister above.

After killing Hanba, according to the other party's last request, the four Zhao Gongming and his sister who came to the door all the way. Looking at the strong wishes rising below, they stopped their own cloud light and lowered their bodies one after another.

When they saw this group of people, Yunxiao and Zhao Gongming were both a little surprised.

Yunxiao looked at Zhao Gongming for a moment, and sent a voice saying, "Brother, their bodies."

‘I’m cursed! However, this curse that makes the body’s water converge inward, the body gradually becomes sandy and dry, can be considered a blessing at this time! Under this curse, their demand for water will plummet, they need less sleep, and they can continue for a longer time.’

‘So, was the drought-bahn that was essentially to make her tribe live?’ Yunxiao felt a little uncomfortable, but she also knew that the more important thing now was to save people. Looking at the witch, Yunxiao spoke slowly.

"What request do you have?"

"Please also ask the four immortals to be merciful and save my tribe members."

Yunxiao asked knowingly: "Where is the totem of your tribe? I see that you seem to have a curse breath, don't you care about your totem?"

"For us to survive, my teacher, the previous generation of witches, had already swallowed the totem and cursed us, so that we could get the ability to survive."

The young man said, kowtowing to Yunxiao and others again.

"I know that we are all sinners who have betrayed the totem and faith, and dare not ask the immortals to rescue them all. But those children are innocent. They are still very ignorant of the totem. When they betrayed the faith and the totem, they are not aware of it. We only ask the immortals for the mercy and can take them away."

"But they were also cursed, and their bodies were polluted by the filthy breath of cursing and devouring flesh and blood. It was almost the same as waste! What's the use of us bringing it back?"

Qiongxiao was not very good at this group of people because of the previous drought.

In her opinion, this young witch, whether it was the sacrificial sacrifice at the beginning or the current prayer, was merciful, and there was some feeling of moral kidnapping the four brothers and sisters.

Therefore, when Qiongxiao spoke, his words were not nice, which made her elder sister Yunxiao very unhappy. She stared at her eyes wide and stopped her in anger, but Wu smiled.

"As long as the curse on those kids disappears, you're willing to take them back, are you?"

"What did I not promise you?" Qiongxiao did not follow Wu's words, but Wu smiled even happier. Yunxiao felt something was wrong and hurriedly spoke.

"You don't need to do this! We are here to find you by your totem."

Yunxiao's answer made Wu's eyes brighter. He originally thought that the four immortals in front of him were objects that could be entrusted. At this moment, he couldn't help laughing when he heard the name of the totem. Because of his excessive movement, his already chapped lips completely cracked, moist, and blood with mud and sand flowed out.

Kowtow, kowtow, kowtow three times! After three bowtows, the witch, whose forehead was cracked, began to sacrifice to Zhao Gongming and the other four.

At the moment when the sacrifice began, Zhao Gongming and his sister suddenly looked at the cave. Bixiao and Qiongxiao even wanted to take action, but were blocked by Zhao Gongming, who noticed the intentions of these people.

Under the incomprehensible gaze of Qiongxiao and Bixiao, the adult tribe members walked to the children, whispering something no matter which one they were.

Straws of black breath flow from which children to the bodies of adults.

The witch also grabbed Fire's shoulder and absorbed wisps of black air from her body. It was a curse left by the previous wizard who devoured the totem.

At this moment, these curses gathered on the adults, causing them to crack and sand little by little.

Suddenly, a thin woman's body completely disappeared, leaving behind a water ball the size of a baby's fist and flew to the witch. Then, one person after another cracked, and one water ball the size of a baby's fist and one as big as an adult man's palm gathered together.

During the witch's prayer, it turned into a pool of clean water and was sacrificed to Zhao Gongming and the other four.

"I'll ask a few immortals to let these children live! Just live, that's good..."

After saying that, the witch also turned into dust and disappeared.

And where his body disappeared, there was only a ball of water ball less than half the size of a baby's fist.

Yunxiao packed the water and put it in a jade bottle. He planned to hand it over to Huo, but Huo refused. The girl who returned to her original appearance looked very thin.

There was no blood in her completely cracked lips, only pieces of flesh were exposed to the air, making her look a little ugly, completely different from her previous hydrated appearance.

"This is the witch sacrifice to you, you just keep it. It's just..."

Huo said, and couldn't help but look at the sleeping children in the cave, looking at Yunxiao with some timidity, begging: "Please save them."

"You guys come with me!" Yun Xiao sighed, raised his hand and released a whirlwind, rolled up the children, and flew towards the location of Yuchen's Taoist place.

At this moment, these children are in a state of severe water shortage. They have no idea of ​​finding someone, but just want to take these children back quickly.

On the way, I don’t know if there was any omission in the process of curse removal. The water on these children was constantly evaporating. Bixiao sacrificed his own Ruyi and evolved into clouds and mists, covering them and protecting them from further dehydration.

Yunxiao and Zhao Gongming silently ingested almost no water in the air, and they barely condensed a drop of clean water or two, dripping on the lips of the children.

Qiongxia held a blue lightsaber in front to explore and open the way to prevent them from staying in trouble.

"No, we need to find some water source." Yunxiao looked at the children's increasingly weak aura, gritted his teeth, chose to change direction, and flew towards the Yellow River with the cloud light.

"Sister, you're crazy! You don't know what the Yellow River is now. He Bo has already transferred most of the water vapor into the ground. There are very few floating on the ground now, all of which have the masters! How can we get water when we go there?"

"If you can't get it, you have to take it. Could it be that you can watch these children die?"

"Don't we still have the water left by their tribe members in our hands? Just take it out..."

"Enough, we should not move those things unless we have to!"

Yunxiao flatly rejected his sister's suggestion and came all the way to the Yellow River.

As a river transformed by ancient gods, it contains powerful principles and principles, and the current Hebo does not fully grasp it.

On the contrary, under this terrifying disaster, it was gradually stimulated, ensuring that the water circulation system on both sides of the strait would not be seized by the gods attached to the vassal states, and sheltered a large number of creatures that were not incorporated into the vassal states.

But the water of the Yellow River is not endless, and this drought shows no sign of dissipation. The creatures living around them attach great importance to the water sources in their own domain.

Yunxiao and others had just arrived at a river section with water, and eleven eyes were staring at them.

At a glance, she could see four powerful warriors facing her, three wizards with totem blessings on her body, and four gazes were left hidden in the dark, and she had no way to distinguish them for a while.

Zhao Gongming made a gesture to Yunxiao, lowered Yunguang, and communicated with the warrior standing in front, indicating that he only needed a little water.

During this period, Zhao Gongming took out many magic weapons that he had sacrificed during his practice in the past century.

Among the three wizards behind the warrior, one of the youngest walked out. He took the magic weapon and looked at it, shook his head and said, "We don't need these things! I heard that you immortal monks can sacrifice and refine treasures that collect water vapor. If you have that kind, we can exchange some water with you."

Zhao Gongming felt a little embarrassed when he heard this. This place is on the edge of the Yellow River, so there is naturally a lot of water in the air.

However, these moisture is affected by the laws and principles of the Yellow River and cannot be absorbed at all. Even if he takes out similar magic tools, it is useless.

Hearing Zhao Gongming's explanation, the human race here shook their heads.

The young wizard said bluntly: "The current drought is not at all ease. Nothing is more important than water. We cannot give up any water source. Now, in our tribe, all the people who can lock in the water in their bodies have begun to reduce their drinking water and there is no excess water. Please find another place to ask for water."

"They are just children, so you have to wait and see if you die?"

Qiongxiao was very angry, or since he left Yuchen Taoist temple, the child was in a state of depression and anger.

Facing Qiongxiao's question, the wizard just said indifferently: "Since half a year ago, more than 700 elderly people in our tribe had chosen to commit suicide. We watched them die, and we couldn't even protect our own tribe members. What qualifications do we have to save others? You go!"

After saying that, the young wizard retreated to his position, and his eyes fell on Yunxiao and others again, and showed obvious hostility.

Zhao Gongming opened his mouth, and finally sighed and looked at Yunxiao.

Yun Xiao frowned, took the lead in leaving, and continued down the river. He met several tribes, but was rejected. The children's situation was getting worse and worse. Huo had already begun to clench his fists. Zhao Gongming and the other four could sense that she was ready to sacrifice herself.

Qiongxiao, Bixiao and Zhao Gongming looked at Yunxiao, as if they were going to ask her to take out the water.

Yunxiao shook her head again. She landed on the ground and cast spells on the ground. Zhao Gongming said angrily: "Yunxiao, you are crazy! Do you actually want to steal water from He Bo? At this time, if you do such a thing, He Bo will not let it go."

Yunxiao did not answer, and Zhao Gongming wanted to persuade him a few more words, but the river channel beside him had cracked, and water vapor was pouring up, and the power of Hebo emerged.

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