Baihe lived for thirty-three years, the prince of the cold palace was born, and the front of the harem was open and dark for more than 20 years, and he finally took power with great effort and bloodshed and sacrificed countless people.

But he didn't want to encounter a great change when he ascended the throne, and the immortal cultivators who only existed in the legends of the book flew into the sky, and a bunch of black-robed people who didn't look like good people with extraordinary momentum actually called him "White Tiger God".

At present, the people who respectfully bow to him want him, the "god", to worship an inexplicable god statue, even ask him to sacrifice everything, even the most precious life.

Shirakawa felt like he was dreaming, and at one moment he wanted to walk away, but the wings behind him and the long tail behind him suddenly appeared out of control.

The dry pool suddenly made a "cooing" sound.

Luo Jiuqiu stared at Bai He's huge wings and long furry tail that suddenly appeared, and a flash of interest flashed in his eyes.

Yunfu flashed a touch of murderous intent.

Bai He was cold, and his mind was sober in an instant, knowing that he was just a high-level tool person, if he turned around and left at this moment, the group of seemingly respectful black-robed and masked people next to him would definitely pounce on him and hold him down.

The "cooing" sound in the pool became louder, bubbles appeared out of thin air, and a special smell mixed with decay and fragrance gradually spread.

Luo Jiuqiu subconsciously held his breath, but the smell was pervasive, and once it touched people's skin, it instantly integrated into his body.

With a wave of Yunfu's fan, Luo Jiuqiu's body was suddenly covered with an invisible enchantment, and he suddenly felt light.

In the midst of the monks' commotion, the people of the Four Divine Societies finally had a new move.

One after another, the black-robed believers flipped their wrists and conjured up a simple and strange shaped stick, which was shaped like dead wood, longer than a person, without branches and leaves, and the body of the stick was engraved with strange runes, echoing the demon masks worn by the believers on their faces, bloody and demonic.

"Let's get started."

The nameless high priest gave an order, and the wooden sticks in the hands of the black-robed believers struck the ground in an orderly manner.

The nameless high priest spun around, his black robe fluttering, and took the lead in a strange and inexplicable dance, which was very demonic, like a prayer or a sacrifice. Circled around the White River.

Luo Jiuqiu admires Baihe very much, he is worthy of being the king of a mortal country, he is surrounded by a group of neurotics and jumps around, his face remains unchanged, and he is very calm. If a mortal came, he would have been so frightened that he would have screamed and cried wolf.

Luo Jiuqiu glanced at the wings and the tail mopping the floor behind Bai He, supported his chin with one hand, and fell into deep thought.

Maybe this Baihe is really the so-called reincarnation of the White Tiger God.

At this moment, the strange and bizarre dance of the Four Gods finally paused for a passage.

The nameless high priest recited the strange and obscure pronunciation, and bowed to the white river nine times, and after worshipping, his forehead was red and bloodied, and gradually he became more vigorous and crazy.

But there's something even crazier.

The nameless high priest slowly got up, took a white bone dagger that Huo Ran was holding in both hands, and plunged a dagger into his heart, spinning fiercely.

Wisps of blood glowing with golden light flowed from his heart, along the white bone dagger, the nameless high priest turned pale, chanted a spell, the bubbles of the dry pool rolled even more, and the four statues of the four gods glowed slightly.

Immediately, the blood in the heart gathered into a thin line and went straight to the pool.

The blood was originally heading towards the statue of the goddess in the center of the pool, but when it reached the statue, it inexplicably stagnated in the air. The eyes of the four sacred beast stone statues burst into red light, and the blood lines fell violently, flowing into the dry pool.

A group of people dressed in black and white robes and wearing hideous demon masks walked from the depths of the main hall with lamps, and one by one they were not afraid of death, raising the candlestick and aiming the tip directly into their hearts.

The iron tip at the bottom of the candlestick was very sharp and small, and this group of crazy people, who were probably from the god worship clan, actually took the sharp end and plunged it into the heart, dissecting the heart alive, and the blood flowed everywhere.

The blood and heart flew in the air, attracted by the inexplicable suction, and flew straight towards the center of the pool, and the goddess statue that did not dare to touch or touch the center fell violently.

The black-robed believers holding strange wooden sticks actually covered themselves one by one, with such force and determination to find death, that they slapped their heads off in an instant.

The falling heads swirled in mid-air, smashing into the pool in an instant.

The eyes of the stone statues of the four gods were full of red light, and they overshadowed the blood moon in the sky for a while.

The wind howled suddenly, and the people hunted in their robes.

The dry pool boiled violently, and in the blink of an eye, it was filled with blood, and the blood almost overflowed the edge of the pool.

The nameless high priest turned around, pulled out the dagger in his heart, and held the dagger in both hands and served it in front of Bai He.

Luo Jiuqiu guessed that Bai He, who was pursing the corners of his lips, either wanted to scream or vomit at this time.

The nameless high priest said, "White Tiger God, please give your life for my lord's sake." ”

Shirakawa wanted to roar "Who is my lord", but he held back.

Bai He slowly reached out to hold the dagger, he wanted to throw one of them, but the moment his fingers touched the white bone dagger, his whole body was uncontrollable, his eyes were black, and he was dazed. When he came back to his senses, he involuntarily walked into the middle of the pool of blood.

The thick blood "gurgling" bubbled, scalding and scorching, flooding his chest.

Bai He's clothes were corroded and broken, but his skin was intact.

He involuntarily held his breath in front of the stone statue of the goddess, his heart beating violently, and the "bang, bang, bang" sound seemed to jump out of his chest.

Staring at the face of the goddess statue with no facial features and no face, Bai He suddenly had a thought: This is my lord, and I am willing to sacrifice everything, all glory, all strength, and even life for it!

Shirakawa slowly raised his dagger and stabbed it into his heart.

The blood moon in the sky was bright, the stars were twinkling, and the white tiger stone statue suddenly flashed with lightning and thunder, and there was a loud "pop" sound, as if it was about to explode.

"Whew!"

A muffled sound of shattering the void suddenly sounded, and a long whip struck like lightning, instantly knocking away the dagger that Bai He stabbed into his heart.

The dagger fell into the pool, and Shirakawa woke up for a moment.

Murong Xun tore through the void and appeared in the teleportation formation, followed by countless gray-robed demon chess people.

"Ahh

The nameless high priest roared angrily, vomited blood and roared: "I want you to break your body into ten thousand pieces, your soul will be scattered, and you will never be reborn!" ”

"Huh. That's what I want to say to you, too. ”

Facing the vicious curse of the nameless high priest, Murong Xun pulled the corners of his mouth, smiled coldly, and immediately turned sideways slightly, letting go of a tall man wearing a silver mask behind him.

Murong Xun bowed down and said, "Lord, this is the headquarters of the Four Gods of the Jumping Beam Clown. ”

"Oh? Looks like we've come at the right time. ”

The tall man's voice was low and soft, and he laughed evilly.

Luo Jiuqiu raised his eyes, and his eyes were very interested.

The four gods will make such a big bloody and weird battle, and in the end, they did not summon the gods, but summoned their opponents, the real masters behind the demon chess.

Tsk, there's a good show to watch now.