Just when the dark red Void God Crystal was about to hit the cheek of this ordinary "statue", a strange suction force suddenly came out of "its" mouth that seemed to be opening and closing.

The dark red Void God Crystal seemed to turn into noodles and smoke under this suction force.

Finally, it turned into a long wisp of dark red smoke and disappeared into the mouth of the "statue".

The change did not end when the entire dark red Void God Crystal was absorbed by the statue.

I saw two streams of dark red air spurting out from the nostrils of the "statue". After making a circle in the air, they were sucked in by the mouth of the "statue" again.

Nine times like this.

The originally dark red air flow that appeared between the mouth and nose of the ordinary statue became more and more pure.

Seeing that there were no more changes here, the other two monks who had left the altar earlier sat cross-legged on the ground, as if they were meditating on something.

Where the two monks were, there were also two statues of gods.

One of them is in the form of a statue of Lihen.

The other one is different.

Since then, the entire canyon spiritual land has become quiet again.

After this observation, Meng Zhou had many conjectures and many new questions in his mind.

But he had made up his mind not to wait any longer.

"It's time to act."

Thinking like this, part of his attention first fell on the "Deduction World" and paid attention to the situation in the other four domains.

Within the four realms of the Alchemy Domain, the Golden Cauldron Domain, the Spirit Controlling Domain, and the Hehuan Domain, where the Lihen Sect's alchemy monks gather secretly, a series of "transparent round mirrors" carrying special flying swords have quietly disappeared.

The assembly is completed.

Each "transparent circular mirror" has an observation field of view with a radius of one thousand miles. A large number of "transparent circular mirrors" are gathered together, coupled with the efficient screening and sorting of the "transparent Taoist Heart", allowing all targets to be struck to be struck in ignorance.

Under such circumstances, he became a "futures dead person" early on.

After confirming that there were no omissions in the four arrangements, Meng Zhou issued the order to "get started".

In an instant, in the four distant lands, a strange flying sword flew out from the slots of the "transparent round mirrors".

These living poison flying swords, all of which were of the third-level top quality, did not fly directly towards the target stupidly after the official action.

Instead, it quickly faded and merged into the void.

Soon, a little white ice crystal appeared in the void, and then slowly fell, covering the ground below.

What a heavy and falling snow.

Somewhere within the alchemy domain.

A monk from the Lihen Sect who was sitting cross-legged on a mountain peak, breathing and practicing, felt a cool chill seeping into his body from the top of his head.

He curiously looked up at the sky, and was surprised to find that the clear sky not long ago was now replaced by heavy snow.

"Hey, it's actually snowing?!"

He let out a surprised exclamation.

At this moment, more snowflakes fell on him.

He felt a palpitation in his heart for no reason.

He wanted to do something, he wanted to get up and escape from here, but it was already too late.

He had the idea of ​​getting up and running away, but his body sitting cross-legged on the mountain peak was not driven by his thoughts at all, like an ice sculpture.

More chill seeped into the body.

From the top of the head, from the cheeks, from the shoulders...

The chill that seeped into the body did not stop, seeping into the skin, into the flesh, into the bones...

At this moment, the monk felt that his heart was also getting cold.

Not just scary.

But it's really cold.

His soul in the sea of ​​consciousness has also turned into an ice sculpture, motionless.

What he didn't know was that he was not alone in his experience.

There was a cave with formation defense not far away from him. The formation defense had no effect. The snowflakes landed directly in the cave and landed in a room with people.

All monks who were touched by this snowflake were transformed into solidified ice sculptures from the outside to the inside at an extremely fast speed.

The ice and snow that covered the area was not very large, and it did not last long. It just stopped suddenly as it came suddenly.

What was left behind were the figures of the monks who turned into ice sculptures.

Then, a gust of wind rose out of nowhere and blew past the areas where the ice sculptures existed.

The wind seemed to have a spirit.

Those ice sculptures with low cultivation levels but the largest number in the Qi Lian Realm and Foundation Establishment Realm were blown by the wind, and their bodies and flesh quickly turned into a cloud of powder and scattered on the ground.

Their various belongings, especially the statues of the God of Lihen, were blown by the wind, and were sorted into storage bags one by one, and then carried away together by the wind.

And those pill-forming monks whose bodies and souls were frozen into ice sculptures were not blown into powder by the wind, but were blown into special storage spaces.
Chapter completed!