Chapter 257 (1/2)

The voice of white hair sacrifice brings Mo Xiaobai and others back to God.

He turned his head and looked at Mo Xiaobai and said with a smile:

”I won't go in with you in the temple of famine. Those who are destined to inherit the spirit of Desolation will get it. After you go in, it's up to you. Good luck to you

Mo Xiaobai nodded and looked forward to it.

The white hair priest put his hand on the heavy bronze gate and exerted a little force.

Click, click

The gate opened slowly, a gap one person wide.

Through the gap, Mo Xiaobai can see the scene.

”Well, go in. You can only stay in for one night. ”

Yuan CE nodded to the chief priest and bent slightly:

”thank you, chief priest. Let's go in.”

Said, several people through the gap, into the temple.

The scope of the temple is very large, with a radius of about 1000 meters.

From the gate to the innermost side, there are thick stone columns standing on both sides, supporting the dome.

Some of the stone pillars are engraved with fighting pictures, while others are some strange words and patterns.

On the innermost side is a huge statue hundreds of meters high.

It's a soldier in armor, armed with Epee, with a blurred face.

This must be the God of famine.

In the temple of famine God, in addition to the statues of famine God, there are also some stone tablets standing.

There are different inscriptions on each stone tablet.

Some are runes, some are words, some are pictures and so on.

There are torches burning in the temple of famine. The flames are flickering, and the light and dark are uncertain, which makes it dim.

Click, click

After Mo Xiaobai entered the temple, the gate was closed again.

Mo Xiaobai several people turned to see a re closed door, and then turned to look around.

A face of curiosity and exclamation.

”Is this the temple of famine? It's magnificent. ”

Yan Jing exclaimed.

Shize nodded with some approval.

”It's really magnificent.”

The dome is more than 1000 meters high, the statue of the wild God is hundreds of meters high, and there are ancient steles of different sizes, which look full of traces of time.

It's shocking.

Yuan CE and the other three apostles did not control mo Xiaobai.

They came to the statue of the wild God step by step with reverent faces.

Fall on your knees.

First worship the God of famine.

Mo Xiaobai several people see this, look at each other.

Then several people came forward and bowed to the statue of the wild God.

Although they are not the gods they believe in, they still hope to inherit them.

There must be respect.

Otherwise, it would be too heartless.

After the sacrifice, Yuan CE stood up with three wild God apostles.

”We only have one night. All parts of the temple of famine can be inherited. Cherish it.”

With that, he turned to see Mo Xiaobai.

”Mo Xiaobai, this time my God's inheritance must be mine. Let's compete again! ”

Mo Xiaobai a Leng, saw a face not admit defeat of Yuan CE, slightly smile.

”It's better to have another match.”

The palace brocade on the side didn't say much, patted Mo Xiaobai's shoulder.

”Let's look for opportunities separately.”

”Well, it depends on luck.”

Gongsun Xi said with a smile.

The others nodded, too.

All the people were separated, and some knelt down in front of the statue.

Some come to the ancient steles, and some are looking at the pillars.

And Mo Xiaobai's eyes swept the whole temple.

He went to the corner of a torch beside the gate.

There are no steles or pillars in this area, which is far away from the statue.