As the three of them sat cross-legged, the torn ice blocks were once again filled with sea water, and the gaps turned into ice blocks again.
The Ice and Snow Temple below the sea is still the same as before. It doesn't seem to have changed at all. People are still doing their own things and are not aware of what just happened above.
And above the sea, the old men chanted the incantation again after failing to detect the problem. As the incantation sounded, the ice and snow castle that had just collapsed rose up again. From the outside, it looked like the seabed.
The temple is exactly the same, but it lacks a little life.
"Everyone, don't you think this is a bit strange?
With our level of cultivation, how could we sense something wrong? I think there must be something fishy in this.
The Chinese people have thousands of years of wisdom, we cannot underestimate it, I think..."
Having said this, the white-haired old man suddenly stared, then his body trembled, turned into a ray of light, and rushed directly into the sea water.
The other old men behind seemed to have thought of something, and they all flew towards the bottom of the sea quickly.
"The Chinese people are really treacherous in trying to lure the tiger away from the mountain!"
Before the last old man fell into the water, there was a vague voice of yelling.
In the underwater waters, the Ice and Snow Temple remained the same. Nothing happened. Several old men appeared above the temple in a flash. After scanning the surrounding area with their eyes, they couldn't help but frown.
"It's okay? Is it because I'm waiting for you?"
The old man who was the first to notice the clue said somewhat unexpectedly.
"No matter what, we must thoroughly investigate the temple and not let anyone go."
"yes..."
There were some priests in white and red robes standing outside the temple. When they saw the old men, they did not dare to speak. Instead, they stood there and bowed, as if in great awe.
"Everyone, listen, gather at the temple, no one will be absent."
The lips of a white-haired old man moved slightly. It seemed that no sound came out, but the old man's voice rang in the minds of all the disciples present in the temple.
At this moment, everyone, no matter what kind of work they were doing, rushed towards the temple quickly.
From the outside of Chu Temple, it looks a bit like a castle in a Western fairy tale, but once you enter, you will find that there is a different world.
The castle is divided into multiple floors. The bottom is a circular space, and in the middle is a pool. In the pool is a huge sculpture five or six meters high.
The sculpture is of a man, with his hands behind his back, dressed in white, his eyes slightly narrowed, and his head slightly raised, giving him a majestic aura of contempt for the world.
There are many passages on the first floor, which seem to lead to different places, and on the second floor, they are all made of ice. Some men with white hair are running out from inside, as well as some practicing penguins.
, seals and other cold-resistant animals.
Whether they were priests or beasts, they all gathered under the statue at this moment, standing there neatly and respectfully saluting the male sculpture.
After everyone stood still, several white-haired old men appeared in front of them one after another. They were dressed in white robes and looked extremely kind.
"Everyone stands, we are all the humblest servants in front of the King of God. As long as God needs us, we will dedicate our souls at any time.
There is a spy here today, and he may be hiding among you. If you stand up and plead guilty, the God King will definitely forgive you. If you are caught, you will have to undergo the punishment of tens of thousands of years of cold marrow refining."
A man with white hair looked like a general. He looked at everyone indifferently and shouted loudly.
"The great God is our reborn parent. Even if we die, we will not be spies. I am willing to accept the investigation."
"Yes, the priests here have all been baptized by the divine light. If a traitor appears, the divine light will definitely make his life worse than death."
Two red-robed priests stood up and expressed their sincerity to the God King.
The others looked at each other and stepped forward one after another without any hesitation.
There were hundreds of people present, including more than twenty priests and more than a dozen other members of the God-King clan. Most of the rest were little demons who had not practiced transformation, and they did not even have basic communication.
But they heard clearly what the old man in white said.
Seeing everyone's remarks, several white-haired old men couldn't help but nodded with satisfaction, and then they turned around and bowed to the sculptures behind them.
One of the old men in white took out a magic wand and began to sing loudly:
"My great king, please listen to my call and use your wise eyes to find the hidden enemies here. I am your tribe, please wake up."
After the old man in white robes finished speaking, the other priests in red knelt down one after another, took out a white book in their hands, and started singing loudly.
The voices of people and animals intermingled with each other, like a moving melody, constantly echoing in the temple.
This summoning ceremony was very long, and they stopped after about half an hour.
At this time, some changes had already occurred in the temple. A layer of white frost seemed to have appeared on the huge sculpture, and even the water in the pool under the sculpture had condensed into ice.
"The God King has begun to awaken. Who is willing to dedicate his soul to God's awakening?"
The white-haired old man turned around, looked at the group of kneeling disciples below, and shouted loudly.
Looking at the servants of the God King below, their faces were full of piety. When they heard that they were going to sacrifice their lives, they did not step back. Two of them even stood up and walked towards that side.
The leader was an archbishop in white, who looked to be in his forties.
He walked to the sculpture step by step, then knelt down directly, shouting with a crazy look on his face:
"I am willing to dedicate my soul to God's awakening. I am willing to be God's loyal slave."
"Okay, may God accept you, and you may be with God."
The old man in white robe nodded with satisfaction, then reached out and grabbed it in the pool. A piece of ice flew out and turned into a dagger in his hand.
"Your soul will be saved and you will accompany the God King."
The old man in white robe handed the dagger to the man's hand and stepped aside.
The cardinals below all looked at each other, and then shook their heads.
Taking human life, what kind of god-king is this, obviously the devil.
But in order to gain some powerful power, they are willing to do this. After all, it is not common to take human lives.
The priest in white robe held a dagger, walked up to the statue step by step, and then stabbed the dagger directly into his chest.
The stinging pain sent through the body seemed to make the other person regain his consciousness instantly.
"I...save me, save me."
The man turned around with difficulty and reached out to pull the old man in white robe, but the old man just waved his hand and the ice dagger inserted in the man's chest melted instantly.
The blood splashed, like a fountain, flying more than one meter away and landed on the ice, looking extremely beautiful.
The blood fell, turned into countless thin lines, and began to condense towards the statue.
The red blood line stopped at the heart of the statue, and then slowly turned into a blood mass.
At the same time, an extremely sacred aura came from inside the statue, causing everyone below to kneel down one after another at this moment. It was a kind of respect coming from the depths of the soul. Under this power, they seemed to have not yet
