Upon seeing this, another red-robed priest stood up and walked to the glass window, looking at the endless ocean below, and then said with a smile:
"Brother, if the Chinese disciples come here, there will be a good show tonight.
How about we call that old Christian guy over and let us priests sit on the top of the tower and watch the Chinese Taoists rejoice in vain?"
As the red-robed priest said this, he walked to the magic ball and touched it with his hand. Changes immediately occurred in the magic ball.
It was originally a variety of souls, but now it has become the chaotic streets of Senegal.
On the major streets, there are people with white auras emanating from their bodies walking through them.
"Did you see that those Chinese people have spiritual light leaking out of them? If our Creation God Cult absorbs their souls, they should be able to evolve into new angel servants."
This temple in the Cape Verde Islands is really a branch of the Creation Cult.
"Rabu, go and catch those people."
Another priest pointed at the magic ball, and the man with wings on his back flew directly out.
"Man, there are too few souls in Senegal, we must find a way to start a war so that we can get more souls.
God said that as long as we send enough souls, he will give us higher mana, and I can’t wait.”
The red-robed priest said slightly excitedly.
"Well, the last time I went to hell to see God, I heard that God's friend was seriously injured and needed the souls of the dead people in Yang Shi Gang to heal his wounds.
Although almost a year has passed now, the frequency of God's desire for souls is getting stronger and stronger, and another friend of God must have reached a critical stage.
I heard from people in the main temple that the god’s good friend seems to be called Saint Lord Huangquan.”
The fat priest looked respectful and looked at the magic ball with his eyes, as if he wanted to contribute his soul to it.
As night falls, the lighthouse above the Cape Verde Islands is like a beacon in the dark night, pointing the way to ships lost at sea.
The Temple of Creation, at the very heart of the island, is a circular temple with statues of four angels on the top.
The entire temple was bright at night. Behind the transparent glass, rows of priests in white were kneeling there, as if praying sincerely.
On the bottom of the sea, a huge lobster was killed in two pieces in a cave, and then an illusory shadow was sucked away by a powerful force.
At the same time, in the ten-kilometer sea area below the entire temple, several small warning demons were killed, as well as a big demon.
After Xiao Yu killed the big demon with one blow, he directly put the opponent's body into Maoshan Ancient, allowing the bone rotting insects to start devouring the meat and dividing the materials.
"If you dare to report the news, you are seeking death!"
After checking the surroundings, Xiao Yu muttered to himself for a while, then moved his body and disappeared.
In another direction, the Huashan disciples and the monk Kuxinseng set off from another direction. After completing their respective tasks, everyone did not approach directly to the top of the island, but spread around.
Xiao Yu took a long breath, then took out an invisibility charm and followed the coast to a fishing village.
There are many fishermen in the fishing village. They all kneel in front of their houses and worship at the temple in the distance, and every family is the same.
It seems that at this time, worshiping is their only job.
As everyone paid homage, Xiao Yu saw traces of almost transparent power of faith weaving together in the air, and then entered the temple.
On a house in the distance, Xiao Yu also saw a soul floating up. The soul spread its hands and was exuding a faint white light, and was then absorbed into the temple.
"Hurry up and worship God. God created life and food. Without God, we are just a bunch of beasts without any emotions.
Thank God for giving us food, thank God for giving us souls..."
There is a huge square around the temple, but it is already surrounded by people. They are kneeling on the ground, kneeling to the temple, and some are praying quietly.
Xiao Yu glanced at it from a distance, and then wandered around the temple.
This temple seems ordinary, but if you look carefully, you will find that there are some different patterns in the glass.
Moreover, those patterns are connected to each other, like a huge honeycomb, as if someone entering will be trapped in it.
There is an entrance below the temple, and many priests in white robes are walking inside, as if preparing for a meeting.
Xiao Yu also followed behind, but his speed was much faster and he entered directly without anyone paying attention.
In the center of the first floor of the temple, there is a two-meter-high statue of the god. The statue has its arms folded in front of its chest, its eyebrows are erect, and its face has an aloof look that looks down on all the heroes in the world.
Under the statue, stood a red-robed priest, holding a magic ball in his hand. When the believers walked by, they would put their hands on it, as if they were sensing something.
Xiao Yu just looked at it, and then walked towards the second floor. There were priests in white clothes on several floors. Some of them were studying, some were having meetings, and they were all doing their own thing, and they seemed to be leisurely and contented.
The higher you go, the fewer people there are, and the levels of the priests are getting higher and higher, and one of them has even reached the level of a great magician.
The eighth floor space seemed very empty. In the center of the huge space, there was a white altar. The altar was filled with dazzling white light. The white light rushed to the top, about three meters high.
And in the white light, there was a colorful stone. The stone was about 1.5 meters long, and it was full of magical patterns.
"Nuwa Stone, is this the Nuwa Stone?"
Seeing the colored stones, Xiao Yu's heart skipped a beat because he had never seen the Nuwa Stone, but he had heard that the Nuwa Stone was a colored stone.
However, the Shushan disciples said that there should not be a Nuwa Stone here. Xiao Yu came here without any hope, but now he actually saw it.
Around the altar under the Nuwa Stone, six red-robed priests sat cross-legged. The space in front of those priests was filled with faint light curtains, as if those light curtains would react whenever anyone approached.
"Is this a protective magic?"
Xiao Yu stood far away and circled around the altar, somewhat confused.
After all, this is a temple. Even if he is brave and skilled, he would not dare to snatch it directly, so he must think of a way.
Just as Xiao Yu was circling the altar, two middle-aged men in red robes came down from the temple again. They came to the two priests and made a gesture, as if they were preparing to change shifts.
Seeing this, Xiao Yu continued to walk upstairs. It was already the highest floor. The space was not very large, about twenty square meters. There was a circle of sofas and a transparent magic ball in the middle.
Buzz....
Just as Xiao Yu was looking around, the Nuwa Stone below suddenly started to buzz, as if it was rioting.
Looking at the priests, they all stood up at this moment, and then they began to stamp their feet in place, making strange sounds.
"Huaxia Taoist, have you seen enough?"
While Xiao Yu was watching curiously, a white light flashed in the distance, and then a man with wings on his back stepped out.
Behind the man, there were five white-winged angels, holding weapons in their hands and looking indifferent.
