Chapter 182: It's Burning

In addition, there are many statues around, all of which are carved with witch gods, but each witch god statue has a different shape.

There are a total of ninety-nine eighty-one halls in the whole hall, and the one in the middle of the statue of the witch god is tall and large, and the throne of the divine envoy is under this statue.

The singing became louder and louder, the notes sung became more and more obscure, and the dancing of the girls dancing around the great flame became more and more enthusiastic. The short skirt made of feathers swayed constantly with their exaggerated movements, and looking at Xilu, who was about to become a witch god, his heart was on fire.

He decided that when he succeeded to the throne of the gods, these dancing maidens would have to become his women.

The Yuewu tribe is located in the south, and it is very close to the equator, so the weather is very hot all year round.

Although there was a heavy snowfall before, the weather has warmed up quickly in the past two days, and now the sun is shining, and all the snow has melted away, not to mention, everyone also feels that it is hot today, and they are wearing very thin clothes and begin to sweat.

What does this mean? It shows that the witch god is looking after them.

Before, when the Divine Son and the Divine Maiden were competing for the throne, it snowed heavily in this land that had not been seen in a thousand years.

Now, as the Son of God is about to inherit the throne, the snow has stopped, and everything has passed, proving that the Son of God is the heir chosen by the Witch God himself.

Therefore, the witch god favored them and saved them, otherwise if it was as cold as before, many people would have died.

"Long live the witch god." Everyone couldn't help but shout.

The main hall is very large, and all the people who enter the main hall at this moment are the high-ranking people of the Witch God Sect and the leaders of various departments, and there are hundreds of people.

The atmosphere was very warm.

Compared with the emperor's succession ceremony of the Great Yan Dynasty, the rules on the side of the Wushen Sect are much less, and what people pay attention to is that the atmosphere is lively and cheerful, rather than solemn and solemn like the dynasty, constantly kowtowing and bowing.

In the midst of the singing and music, the people around them couldn't help but dance with those girls.

The temperature in the hall was getting higher and higher, and everyone's faces began to turn a little red.

At this moment, the dancing stopped, the singing stopped, the music stopped, and the whole ceremony reached its climax.

"Ask the Divine Messenger to bestow the crown." The Great Elder said in a loud voice.

The divine messenger Xiao stepped down from the throne, took off the crown of the divine envoy that he wore on his head, and put it on his son's head.

"Licheng, please take a seat for the new god envoy and accept the crowd to bow down." The Great Elder said with a happy face.

Xilu was also very excited, from today onwards, he would be the master of the entire Yuewu tribe.

"The Divine Messenger succeeded to the throne." The Great Elder on the side sang loudly.

Shiru was not polite, swaggered forward, turned around and sat down on the throne.

The people around were very excited, and just as everyone was about to kneel down and bow down to Xilu, the statue of the witch god behind Xilu instantly burned.

The green flames enveloped the entire lower half of the tall black statue, and the flames kept rising upwards.

Even the braid behind Shiru, who was sitting on the seat under the statue of the Witch God, burned all at once.

"The idol of the god is burning, who is burning ......." The elders shouted loudly, and the temple was in chaos.

Crying, screaming incessantly.

Is the witch god going to abandon them? Why else would the idol burn?

In everyone's eyes, the witch god is their god, and now the statue of the god is burning like this, which is really terrifying.

This is a bad omen!

The most terrible omen of all time.