The carriage stopped in the temple, and several priestesses immediately came over to greet them. They opened the curtains and stretched out their hands to catch Hua Xi.
In the past, sacrifices were always made unwillingly, and few were given willingly.
Even if there are volunteers, they will be scared when they arrive at the temple, so these priestesses have become accustomed to taking the sacrifices out by force to prevent her from causing too much noise.
However, Hua Xi glanced at them coldly and said, "I will come down by myself without anyone having to do anything!"
Captured by the cold breath on her body, the several priestesses looked at each other, but they all moved aside obediently.
Hua Xi got off the carriage, dripping wet, and immediately wiped a layer of water on the smooth black basalt floor.
A sacrificial girl said: "Girl, go wash up first and put on sacrificial clothes."
Hua Xi nodded and followed her towards the depths of the temple.
The remaining priestesses all showed doubts in their eyes.
This girl is really strange. Why can't there be any trace of fear on her face?
So calm, calm, elegant and domineering.
It seemed that the emperor who came to inspect his territory did not look like a sacrifice to die.
The temple is extremely broad and was built very grandly to reflect the majesty of the god.
The more than 100 huge stone pillars in the front hall alone are already unrivaled in the world. Even in the 21st century, such a building is absolutely shocking.
After passing through the Stone Pillar Hall, you will find the central hall where major national ceremonies are held. There is a pool of water in the middle, facing the hollow dome on top.
The skylight leaked through the water and reflected the sparkling water in the pool, which was filled with lotus flowers.
On both sides of the pool are huge stone statues of heavenly emperors from past dynasties, which are carved lifelike, as if they were reborn.
Counting them one by one, there have been a total of nine god-kings since the beginning of the world. Each god-king holds the Demon-Slaying Divine Sword in his hand.
Killing Demons, this famous divine sword between heaven and earth, is a weapon that only the co-lords of the six realms are qualified to possess.
He only recognizes the one with the purest and noblest blood as his master. The other gods, no matter how powerful they are, cannot get the recognition of this arrogant divine sword.
The current master of Demon Killing is naturally Emperor Chongxi.
He stood at the end of the nave. The colorless stone statue couldn't depict his unparalleled elegance, but with just a little bit of resemblance, he still had a stunning beauty that astonished the world.
Different from the solemnity and sanctity of the other emperors, his stone statue is a bit lazy, with one leg slightly bent and lazily holding the Demon-Slaying God Sword on the ground to support the weight of his body.
Her long hair is like flowing clouds, hanging down behind her. Her hair is solemnly decorated with several gold rings inlaid with precious stones.
There was a faint smile on his face, and his eyes were looking ahead. The empty stone statue could not describe his gaze.
The place he was looking at was the stone statue opposite, but it was a pity that there was only an empty stone pier in that place.
Is that the position prepared for the future God-King?
Why so early? The reign of Emperor Chongxi lasted only a few thousand years. To the Gods, a thousand years was like a blink of an eye.
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Director Lu: Chongxi, please beg me quickly. I won’t let you use soy sauce. I’ll give you some soy sauce to drink.
Chongxi: I have many fans.
Lu: If I just write something negative for you, I will lose all my fans.
Xi: If you have the guts, write it.
Lu: Do you dare to tell the director that you don’t want to be a part of it?
