Even if this scene confirmed some of Wang Baole's previous guesses and judgments, after seeing it with his own eyes, he was still shocked and couldn't help but take a deep breath.
This millstone is really too big. It has two pieces, one upper and one lower. The lower piece is stationary, and the one with nine handles attached to it is currently rotating and rubbing against the lower millstone, making a loud rumbling sound. It seems to be able to crush everything. At the same time, thinking about the two ferocious beasts that were as high as the sky that I had seen, it is not difficult to think that the corpses of these nine vast beasts were driven by some kind of force to pull the nine giant wooden handles in this world of corpses. The ground is running around, providing the grinding power for this millstone!
There must be chains on their bodies. As long as they move a little slower, the chains will flash runes and turn into invisible whips, making them keep moving forward, as if there is no end.
Such a handwriting is shocking to the soul!
Wang Baole's eyes narrowed instinctively. He squatted on the giant tree and looked at the millstone in the distance. He also noticed that under the floating millstone, countless corpses were piled up into mountains one after another. There were a large number of puppets with withered bodies. He quickly dragged the corpses and threw them into the millstone one by one.
As the millstone continued to rotate, the corpses that were thrown in were, without exception, crushed to pieces in an instant. Only the dark flesh and blood sometimes flowed along the walls of the millstone, and most of them were crushed like being crushed. It disappeared into the millstone like it was being swallowed by the millstone.
All this made Wang Baole feel more weird about the Weiyang clan warship. After a while, he slowly calmed down his turbulent heart and moved forward carefully until he was getting closer and closer to the millstone, and there was a roar in his ears. As it became more intense, Wang Baole also saw a depression in the middle of the millstone!
In this depression, there is a figure sitting cross-legged! !
The size of that figure was insignificant compared to the entire millstone, so Wang Baole didn't notice it before. It wasn't until he got closer that he could see clearly that it was a Weiyang Clan monk!
But it is difficult to distinguish between life and death. In this practice, three heads are closed, and six arms are hanging down, as if sitting in meditation, and also as if they are in a cross-legged posture before death. There is no trace of life coming out of the body, but there is an aura of death on his body. A series of corpse scars were formed.
Looking at this Weiyang monk, Wang Baole did not act rashly. Although he was worried about Zhao Yameng and others, he was also worried about the crisis of this trip and did not know how to escape. But he understood that now that he was here, anxiety was the most useless emotion.
So Wang Baole gritted his teeth and forcibly suppressed his anxiety. With a calm look in his eyes, he squatted there and stared at the movement of the millstone. He wanted to pay attention for a long time to see if there were any flaws.
In this way, time passed slowly, Wang Baole was very patient, and he watched for seven days.
During these seven days, he noticed the giant tree he was on and circled the millstone in a complete circle. At the same time, he also recorded the approximate frequency of the millstone crushing the corpse, but these did not have much effect. During these seven days, the millstone It's like an extremely precise machine, without any stagnation, everything is repeated over and over again.
Whether it is the puppets carrying the corpses or the Weiyang monks sitting cross-legged on the millstone, it is like this, as if time has been eternal in them.
"If this continues, we won't be able to get close at all, let alone destroy this altar..." Wang Baole frowned, suppressed his inner uneasiness again, and continued to wait, but this time it didn't last as long as before, just three days. There have been some changes.
What changed was not the millstone and the puppets, but the entire world of corpses. Because Wang Baole was in a very high position, he could see further. In his eyes, the sky and earth in the distance gradually turned red, as if there was red mist. It is rolling and galloping rapidly!
Loud rumbling noises were also gathering from all directions. Even from Wang Baole's position, he could faintly see a dark mass on the ground in the distance, rushing towards here!
"That's..." Wang Baole's eyes suddenly shrank. He was familiar with this scene. The red mist was formed by the pollen of the Qingling Demon Flower, and the black patch on the ground was not difficult to guess... It was countless Qing's corpse! !
"Could it be that a similar storm forms on this altar every once in a while, driving all the corpses here on their own initiative, driven by the pollen!?" Wang Baole's expression changed, and he looked down at the mountain of corpses under the altar. , and looked at the distant world. When the suspicion in his heart became more and more confirmed, his anxiety couldn't help but rise.
At the same time, the ground trembled even more, and even some aura of death that shocked Wang Baole erupted from the ground in the distance. Among them was a huge crocodile, whose whole body was rotting, but its momentum was overwhelming. It followed other corpses and kept getting closer. .
And there are many powerful beings like crocodiles in this world of corpses. At this moment, they are showing their presence one by one, and the crisis is shocking!
In the world of corpses at this moment, under the operation of some strange power, all the green ling demon flowers bloomed and released pollen on their own, forming a red mist, driving the corpses in all areas to continuously gather with the altar as the center.
At the critical moment, Wang Baole could not continue squatting there, but leaned closer to the altar. He knew very well that once these corpses gathered together, under the influence of the red mist, they would definitely find themselves trapped in a sea of corpses like before. , nine times out of ten it will still happen.
At that time, it will definitely be a narrow escape, and the only way out at this moment may be the altar in front, so even if the altar is dangerous, Wang Baole has no other choice.
"You shouldn't have come here!" Wang Baole looked ugly. As he was moving forward quickly, his expression suddenly changed and he lowered his head to look at the mountain of corpses under the giant tree. The puppets carrying the corpses didn't notice it for some reason, but Wang Baole saw it clearly. When we arrived, there were more than forty figures on one of the corpse mountains, cautiously approaching the altar!
Those figures were familiar to Wang Baole. They were Feng Qiuran, Zhao Yameng, Kong Dao and others, as well as Xu Ming and Lu Yun, including four or five Nascent Soul cultivators.
"How long have they been hiding here?" Wang Baole paused, and after scanning his eyes, he noticed that Feng Qiuran was holding a gem emitting five colors of light, and thought thoughtfully. Obviously, these people, led by Feng Qiuran, launched an unknown conspiracy before Feng Qiuran. After using the method, he can become invisible to a certain extent and not be noticed by those puppets.
"They must have been here for a long time. Just like me, they were all observing. But due to the pollen outbreak in the corpse world, they have to move forward now!" Wang Baole immediately made a judgment and took a closer look at the crowd. Zhao Yameng and Kong Dao.
Seeing that the two of them were safe and sound, Wang Baole breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. He saw that although the people below were haggard, they were not injured. It was obvious that although the journey was full of twists and turns, under Feng Qiuran's spiritual cultivation, there was no danger. However, due to the pressure of the giant tree itself and the fact that Wang Baole was in an area that no one could imagine, although he saw everyone, Feng Qiuran and others below did not notice Wang Baole.
At this moment, everyone was being cautious, and Wang Baole was not in a position to call out to everyone, so he paid attention to the movements of Feng Qiuran and others while slowly walking forward.
In this way, the two sides approached the altar at the same time from the upper and lower positions. Finally, the roar of pollen around them became stronger and stronger. As the earth trembled and countless corpses got closer and closer, both sides reached the edge of the altar at the same time!
As soon as they arrived here, the smell of blood hit their faces, and there was also a pressure that no living person should enter, which shrouded everyone's hearts and minds, causing many monks below, even if they were protected by Feng Qiuran, to tremble with instinctive fear. Wang Baole also had a look on his face. He changed and looked down at Feng Qiuran again.
The moment he looked at it, Feng Qiuran suddenly raised his hand, and with a finger, a talisman shining with dazzling light slowly floated out of his storage bag. This talisman seemed to have existed for a long time, and on it It exuded an aura of incomparable vicissitudes, and even more shocking pressure. It even gave Wang Baole the feeling that he had seen a powerful person in the planetary realm, making him breathe quickly.
At this moment, Feng Qiuran suddenly bit the tip of his tongue and spurted out a mouthful of blood. After it fell on the talisman paper, the talisman paper burned instantly, and a firebird flew out from it. The bird's whole body was made of flames, and it made a sound after appearing. The roar that resounded throughout the world went straight to the millstone!
(End of chapter)