After Time Travel, I Became the Young Master of the Demon Sect [Traveling Book]

Chapter 253

  
After the priestess led the tribal people out of the altar, she immediately closed the stairs leading to the blood pool and ordered people to stand on the boulders, her eyes filled with horror. "When did they follow the team? Why didn't

　even I, who has the protection of great divine power, notice it? What do they want from us?" Many questions swirled in the head of the priestess. At this time, from the priest There was a dull sound of collision below the altar

　, and the boulders supporting the altar were being pushed upwards by the strong wind. Without thinking too much, one knew that a particularly fierce battle was taking place below.

　Suddenly, agitation gradually spread among the crowd.

　"It's so cold... Why is it so cold suddenly?"

　"White cotton wool fell down... Hiss, it's so cold!" "Huh?

　This is snow. Why is it snowing at this time?"

　"What is snow?"

　"We don't get much snow here, but if you walk a little way north from here, there will be snow in winter. It accumulates and can freeze people to death." The priestess frowned and motioned for everyone to return.

　Cool down in the house, put on animal skins to keep out the cold, and then come back here. Do not act at will unless there is a special reason.

　The phenomenon of falling snow is only temporary. Every minute, the priestess can feel that the erosion of wind and snow is getting worse, and the coverage area is getting wider and wider.

　The sky was shrouded in dark clouds, and white arcs of electricity kept wandering between the dark clouds, seeming to foreshadow another wave of disaster. In this way, time

　passed by in a blink of an eye, and the fighting not only did not stop , but intensified.

　The ice and snow turned into a thick quilt draped inside and outside the tribe, and the lightning arcs in the sky turned into the rumbling sounds of fast thunder snakes. People trembled and knelt down on the ground, praying to the ancient demon god in the blood pool.

　"Boom, boom!"

　"Hiss--!!!"

　Everyone present heard a heart-shaking roar, as if it came from the last struggle before life disappeared

　. Part of the power disappeared out of thin air.

　The children present were so frightened that they cried and leaned tightly against their parents. The adults were also heartbroken, their faces turned pale due to cold and fear, and some even collapsed and started shouting. .

　"Calm down! What are you talking about! We have to believe that the True God will always protect us. The True God is immortal and will definitely not be killed by those three..." However, before the female priest finished speaking

　, She suddenly found that half of her face was covered with a layer of frost, and the sudden cold made her facial skin lose all feeling.

　With a "crack" sound, the stone on top of the altar turned into fine hailstones flying everywhere. Everyone heard the sound and subconsciously cast a horrifying gaze. The man in the lead had a peerless appearance, an ethereal demeanor, and was covered in ice, snow and thunder

　. He was wearing a perfect silver-blue robe, looking at them with an indifferent and arrogant expression, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, as if the tribesmen who were kneeling to beg for God's favor were a group of insignificant ants.

　"This God allows you humble and stupid people to look directly at our divine power and raise your heads, otherwise your breathing will be frozen." Su Chen's voice was low and majestic, like a piece of Jiuyouhan that cannot be melted