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Chapter 1808: Seeking Spirit Art

The white-robed priest had already fallen slowly, but no one felt pity for him.

The sacred aura on the statue became stronger and stronger, and even a huge white light group appeared behind the statue's head.

At the same time, the statue began to rotate slowly, and the man in white seemed to come to life.

"What summoned me?"

An extremely majestic voice came from inside the statue, making all the beasts below not dare to raise their heads and take another look.

The old man in white robe was also very excited. He immediately stepped forward and told what happened today, and then stepped aside respectfully.

"Illusive figure?

It seems that someone came to find out the truth in advance."

After listening to the words of the old man in white robes, the statue closed its eyes slightly, and then suddenly opened them. Two white lights poured out from the eyes of the statue, like two huge flashlights, sweeping over the group of people descending to earth.

After just glancing around for a moment, the God King looked outside again, as if he was sensing something. After a while, he came back to his senses.

"I didn't find any strange people here. They must have left, so there's no need to panic.

As long as you stay here, those people will not dare to mess around easily. As long as you persist for half a year, we will be done.

During this period, there are no major matters of life or death, so please do not call me casually, lest anyone discover you."

The statue still maintains its original appearance, but the voice coming from inside is that of the Ice and Snow God King.

"My God, I am your most loyal servant. I am willing to follow in your footsteps. I wonder how I can see you again?"

The old man in white robe took a step forward and said respectfully.

"Whenever I need you, I will summon you and ask the priests in the sect to pay more attention to the behavior of the Oriental people, and let me know if anything happens."

After the words fell, a soul of the white-robed priest who had died flew out and was swallowed by the statue.

Immediately afterwards, the statue changed into its original appearance again, and the ice below melted instantly and turned into flowing sea water.

After the statue made no sound, the yellow-haired man who had been sitting cross-legged in the huge floating ice ten miles away from the Ice and Snow Temple slowly opened his eyes.

"The Ice and Snow God King is indeed not in the Ice and Snow Temple, but he has not revealed his location. Taoist Master Ma, what do you think we should do now?"

After the yellow-haired man finished speaking, he turned his attention to one of the yellow-haired men.

"I used the sword soul to enter the fake ice and snow temple before, and found a trace of the ice and snow god king's aura, but it was very weak. Now I can only use the spirit-seeking technique to find the opponent's location.

Get ready, I'll cast the spell right away."

After the yellow-haired man finished speaking, he turned his hand and took out a disk, then reached out and grabbed it in the sea water outside, and a ball of sea water appeared in the ice cave.

"Taoist Master Ma, are you planning to use the spirit-seeking technique?"

When the other two yellow-haired men saw Yuanpan, a look of solemnity appeared on their faces.

The spirit-seeking technique is to use magic weapons to find the location of the most powerful spirit within a certain range. It is also Shushan's unique secret technique.

It’s just that few people can use this secret technique. I heard that only every successor of the Shushan Sword Sect can practice it. Mr. Ma can also use it. Doesn’t that mean that the other person is the next successor of the Shushan Sword Sect?

The two yellow-haired men looked at each other and did not continue to ask questions, but looked at each other nervously.

Several of them were wearing human skin masks. From the outside, you really couldn't tell that they were Chinese Taoists.

I saw the man holding the disc with a solemn expression, then suddenly stretched out his hand and touched the sea water. The sea water suddenly squirmed, and then some white water vapor began to emerge as if it had evaporated.

But the yellow-haired man's other hand gently touched the disc, and the disc immediately emitted a burst of white light. The white light was dazzling, and it seemed like there were countless stars rotating inside.

At this time, most of the seawater had evaporated, and a white, cold-like thing slowly condensed out of the seawater.

"Gathering Spirits."

The yellow-haired man shouted loudly, and a ball of flame suddenly appeared in his hand, and the ball of sea water also quickly turned over.

In an instant, the sea water turned into some white particles, like ice crystals.

With the white crystal in his hand, the man grabbed it and slapped it directly on the disc.

The white light originally emitted by the disk dissipated instantly under the man's sudden slap, and some smoke began to appear on the disk.

It seemed like something was about to burst out of the smoke, but then it became quiet.

The three yellow-haired men just stared blankly. After about an hour, the smoke rolled again, and a picture appeared inside. It was a huge ice cube floating on the ocean, with nothing around it.

Anything alive exists.

At this moment, beneath the Arctic Sea, an old man in red suddenly opened his eyes.

"Hmph, someone is spying on us."

The old man snorted coldly, and moved quickly towards the suspended flames in the sky. The flames flickered slightly, and a white flame rushed directly into the sky, like a firework, with a roar.

At the same time, the yellow-haired man sitting cross-legged in the ice and observing the terrain suddenly paused slightly, and then, the huge iceberg surrounding their bodies roared and turned into countless pieces.

"retreat..."

The iceberg was destroyed, and the yellow-haired man let out a low roar, took out a flying sword, and staggered onto it, while blood began to flow from the corner of his mouth.

When the other two yellow-haired men saw this scene, they did not dare to stay any longer. They protected the yellow-haired man on both sides and quickly fled away into the distance.

More than an hour after the three yellow-haired men left, two old men came in an instant. They looked at the place where the three yellow-haired men were hiding before, but did not continue to pursue them, but returned to the same route.

Among the ice and snow, the three yellow-haired men roared away. After flying continuously for about three hours, they fell from the sky and entered an iceberg.

"Master Ma, are you okay?"

Seeing that the Shushan disciple who cast the spell before looked pale, the other two Xuanmen disciples looked nervous.

"It's okay. When I was spying before, my soul was suddenly hit by a burst of flames. If my soul hadn't been powerful, I would have been killed by now!"

The Shushan disciple looked at his hands with desire, then took out a piece of spiritual grass and put it in his mouth and began to chew it.

"Send a message to Xiao Yu and tell him that Nuwa Shi is very likely to come to the Arctic ice sheet and ask him to quickly come here to join us after inspecting the Cape Verde Islands."

"good.."

The two yellow-haired men nodded immediately, and then one of them took out the talisman and whispered a few words into it, and the talisman burned instantly.

At this time, Xiao Yu had already arrived at the village where Kida killed someone.

After death, Africans have different burial methods from Chinese ones.

In Congo, if someone dies in the family, the relatives will cry and dance at the door of the deceased day and night until the deceased is buried.

If the husband dies, the wife will not be able to eat anything, and will cry and jump or roll back and forth on the ground with her upper body naked in grief to show her farewell to her husband.


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