As the three of them sat cross-legged, the originally torn ice cubes were once again filled with sea water, and the gap turned into ice cubes again.

The Ice and Snow Temple below the sea area is still the same as before, and it seems that there is no change at all. People still do their own things and do not notice anything that happened just above.

Above the sea, the old men just chanted the spell again after not checking the problem. As the spell rang, the ice and snow castle that had just collapsed rose up again. From the outside, it looked exactly like the temple at the bottom of the sea, with less vitality.

"Everyone, don't you think this is a bit strange?

With our cultivation level, how could we respond wrong? I think there must be something strange about it.

The Chinese have thousands of years of wisdom, and we cannot underestimate it, I think..."

Speaking of this, the old man with white hair suddenly glared at his eyes, then his body trembled, turning into a ray of light, and rushed directly into the sea water.

The other old men behind seemed to have thought of something and flew quickly towards the bottom of the sea.

"The Chinese are indeed treacherous in the plan to lure the tiger away from the mountain!"

Before the last old man fell into the water, a vague voice of scolding came.

In the waters of the sea, the Ice and Snow Temple was still the same, nothing happened. Several old men flashed above the temple. After glanced around, they frowned.

"It's okay? Is it the illusion that I'm waiting?"

The old man who first discovered the clues was somewhat surprised.

"No matter what, thoroughly investigate the temple and cannot 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, but stood there and bowed, as if in great awe.

"Everyone listens, gather in the temple, no one shall be absent."

A white-haired old man's lips moved slightly, and there seemed to be no sound, but the old man's voice sounded in his mind.

At this moment, no matter what job he was doing, he rushed towards the temple.

Looking outside the Temple of Chu, it looks a bit like a castle in a Western fairy tale, but after entering, you will find that there is a different world.

The castle is divided into multiple layers, with a circular space at the bottom and a pool in the middle, where a huge sculpture five or six meters high erected in the pool.

The sculpture is a man with his hands behind him, wearing white clothes, narrowing his eyes and slightly lifting his head, giving people a mighty aura of despising the world.

There are many passages on the first floor, such as the entrance to different places. On the second floor, it is all made of ice. Some men with white hair are constantly running outwards, as well as some cold-resistant animals such as penguins and seals who are practicing.

Whether it was a priest or a beast, they gathered under the statue of the god at this moment, stood neatly, and saluted respectfully at the man's sculpture.

After everyone stood still, several white-haired old men appeared in front of them one after another. They were wearing white robes and looked extremely kind.

"We have all stood up, and before the King of God, we are all the humblest servants. As long as God needs us, we must dedicate our souls at any time.

Today we have spies here, and we may be hiding among you. If we stand up and confess our sins, the God King will definitely forgive him. If we are caught, we will be punished by the ten thousand years of cold marrow refining."

A man covered in white hair, like a general, looked at everyone coldly and scolded loudly.

"The great God is our reborn parents. Even if we die, we will not be spies. I am willing to be investigated."

"Yes, the priests here are all baptized by divine light. If a traitor appears, divine light will definitely make him worse than death."

Two priests of red robe stood up and expressed their sincerity to the God King.

The others looked at each other and stood up one after another without any hesitation.

There were hundreds of people present, including more than twenty priests and more than a dozen other god royal family members. Most of the remaining were small demons who had not practiced and transformed into shapes, and they did not even have basic communication.

But they could hear clearly what the old man in white said.

Seeing everyone's statement, the white-haired old men nodded with satisfaction when they saw this. Then the few people turned around and bowed to the sculpture behind.

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 out the hidden enemies here. I am a member of your tribe. Please wake up."

After the old man in white robe said that, the other priests in red knelt down one after another, took out a white book in their hands, and started singing loudly.

The sounds of humans and animals are intertwined, like a moving melody that constantly echoes in the temple.

The summoning ceremony was very long, and they stopped after about half an hour.

At this time, some changes had occurred in the temple. The huge sculpture seemed to have a layer of white frost on its body, and even the pool water below the sculpture condensed into ice.

"The God King has begun to awaken. Who is willing to dedicate his soul to the awakening of God?"

The white-haired old man turned around and looked at the group of disciples kneeling below, shouting loudly.

Looking at the servants of the God King below, they were full of piety. When they heard that they wanted to dedicate their lives, they did not retreat. Some of them even stood up and walked towards the other side.

The leader was an archbishop in white, who looked like he was in his forties.

He walked step by step to the sculpture, then knelt down directly, his face full of madness and shouted:

"I am willing to sacrifice my soul for the awakening of God, and I am willing to be God and be a loyal slave."

"Okay, may God accept you and you are with God."

The old man in white nodded with satisfaction, then reached out and grabbed the pool, and a piece of ice flew out, turning into a dagger in his hand.

"Your soul will be redeemed and will be with the God King."

The old man in white robe handed the dagger to the man and stepped aside.

The cardinals below looked at each other, and then shook their heads.

It takes human life, what kind of god is there? It is obviously a devil.

But in order to gain some powerful strength, they are willing to do this. After all, it is not common to take human lives.

A white-robed priest took the dagger and walked step by step to the statue, then stabbed the dagger into his chest.

The stinging pain from the body seemed to make the other party recovered 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 into the man's chest instantly melted.

Blood splattered like a fountain, flying more than a meter away, landing on the ice, looking extremely beautiful.

The blood fell down and turned into countless thin lines, beginning to condense towards the statue.

The red blood line stopped at the heart of the statue and then slowly turned into a blood ball.
Chapter completed!