Chapter 645

Even if this scene confirmed some of Wang Baole's previous guesses and judgments, he was still shocked after seeing it with his own eyes, and he couldn't help but take a deep breath.

It's really that the millstone is too big. There are two pieces up and down, of which the lower one is static, and the one with nine handles connected on it. At the moment, it rubs against the lower millstone in rotation, and the roaring sound it makes seems to be able to crush everything. At the same time, it's easy to think of the two ferocious beasts as high as the sky that I've seen. It's not difficult to think that the bodies of these nine vast beasts, driven by some force, pull the nine giant wooden handles in the world of corpses, Keep running around to provide power for the grinding plate to crush!

There must be chains on their bodies. As long as the action is a little slower, the chains will flash runes and turn into invisible whips, making them move forward continuously, as if there is no end.

Such a hand, shocking the soul!

Wang Baole's eyes also instinctively narrowed, squatted on the huge wood, and when looking at the millstone from a distance, he also noticed that under the floating millstone, countless corpses piled up into mountains, and there were a large number of dried puppets, who were dragging those corpses quickly and throwing them into the millstone.

As the millstone continued to rotate, these bodies thrown in, without exception, were instantly crushed. Only dark flesh and blood sometimes flowed along the wall of the millstone, and most of them disappeared in the millstone like being swallowed by the millstone.

All this made Wang Baole's strange sense of the Weiyang warship increase by another three points. Until a long time later, he slowly calmed down the billows in his heart and moved forward carefully until he was closer and closer to the millstone, and when the roar in his ear became stronger and stronger, Wang Baole also saw that there was a depression in the middle of the millstone!

In this depression, there is a figure sitting cross legged!!

The size of that figure is insignificant compared with the whole millstone, so Wang Baole didn't notice before. Until now, he came close and saw clearly that it was a monk of Weiyang nationality!

But it was difficult to distinguish between life and death. This practice closed his eyes with three heads, and his six arms hung down, like meditating, or maintaining a cross legged posture before death. There was no vitality on his body, but there was a smell of death, forming body scars on his body.

Looking at this Weiyang monk, Wang Baole didn't make any rash moves. Although he was anxious, Zhao Yameng and others were also anxious about the crisis of this trip, and he didn't know how to escape, but he understood that since he was here, anxiety was the most useless emotion.

So wangbaole gritted his teeth hard and forcibly suppressed his anxiety. While his eyes showed calm, he squatted there and stared at the operation of the millstone. He wanted to pay attention for a long time to see if there were any flaws.

In this way, time slowly passed, and Wang Baole was very patient. This gaze was seven days.

In these seven days, he noticed the huge wood where he was, and made a full circle around the millstone. At the same time, he also recorded the approximate frequency of the millstone crushing the corpse, but these did not have much effect. In these seven days, the millstone was like a machine with extreme precision, without any stagnation, and everything was repeated and repeated.

Whether it is the puppets who carry the corpses or the friars of the Weiyang clan who sit cross legged on the millstone, it is the same, as time has long been eternal on them.

"If you go on like this, you can't 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 was not as long as before, just three days, there were some changes.

What changed was not the millstones and puppets, but the whole world of corpses. Because Wang Baole was in a high position, he saw farther. In his eyes, the distance between heaven and earth gradually became red, as if a red fog was rolling rapidly!

There is also a roaring noise, which is constantly converging from all directions. Even in Wang Baole's position, he faintly sees a dark area on the distant earth, galloping here!

"That's..." Wang Baole's eyes suddenly shrunk. He was familiar with this scene. The red fog was formed by the pollen of the green Ling demon flower, and it was not difficult to guess that the dark one on the ground... It was countless corpses!!

"Is it possible that this altar will form a similar storm every once in a while, which will drive all the corpses to come here voluntarily driven by this pollen!?" Wang Baole's face changed, and he looked down at the corpse mountain under the altar, and looked at the distant heaven and earth. The more real-time the speculation in his heart, his anxiety could not help rising.

At the same time, the earth trembled more, and even some breath of death that shocked Wang Baole burst out from the distant earth. Among them was a huge crocodile, whose whole body was rotten, but its momentum was overwhelming, and it kept approaching with other corpses all the way.

And there are many strong crocodiles in this skeleton world. At this moment, they all show their breath one by one, and the crisis is terrifying for a moment!

At this moment, under the operation of some strange force, all the green Ling demon flowers bloom by themselves, releasing pollen, forming a red fog, driving the bones in all areas, centered on the altar, to constantly converge.

At the critical moment, Wang Baole could not continue to squat there, but approached the altar with his cat's waist. He knew very well that once these corpses gathered together, under the influence of the red fog, they would surely find themselves, and the scene of falling into the sea of corpses as it had been would be staged in all likelihood.

At that time, it must be a narrow escape. At this moment, the only way out may be the altar in front of it. So even if the altar is dangerous, Wang Baole has no other choice.

"I shouldn't have come here!" Wang Baole's face was ugly. When he hurried forward at the moment, he suddenly looked a little moved and looked down at the corpse mountain under the huge tree. For some reason, the puppets who carried the corpses didn't notice, but Wang Baole clearly saw that there were more than 40 figures on one of the corpse mountains, which were carefully approaching the altar!

Those figures, familiar to Wang Baole, are Feng qiuran, Zhao Yameng, Kong Dao and others, as well as Xu Ming and Lu Yun, including four or five Yuan Ying friars.

"How long have they been hiding here?" Wangbaole's footsteps stopped. After scanning his eyes, he noticed that Feng qiuran was holding a gem emitting five colors of light in his hand. It was obvious that these people were led by Feng qiuran. After Feng qiuran launched unknown means, they could be invisible to some extent and not be detected by those puppets.

"They should also have been here for a long time. Like my choice, they are all observing, but because of the explosion of pollen in the corpse world, they have to move forward at this moment!" Wangbaole immediately made a judgment, and at the same time, he also looked carefully at Zhao Yameng and Confucius in the crowd.

Seeing that the two people were safe, Wang Baole breathed a sigh of relief. He saw that these people below were haggard, but there was no injury. It was obvious that although there were twists and turns along the way, under Feng qiuran's spiritual cultivation, they were breathless, but because of the pressure of the giant wood itself and the place where Wang Baole was, it was an area that people could not imagine, so although he saw the people, Feng qiuran and others below did not notice Wang Baole.

At the moment, everyone was cautious, and Wang Baole was inconvenient to call the people, so on the one hand, he paid attention to the movements of Feng qiuran and others, and on the other hand, he walked slowly forward.

In this way, the two sides were in the upper and lower positions, and approached the altar at the same time. Finally, when the roar of pollen around them became more and more intense, and the countless corpses were getting closer and closer, the two sides reached the edge of the altar at the same time!

As soon as he arrived here, the smell of blood came on his face, and there was a threat of not entering the living, which enveloped everyone's mind, making many monks below tremble, even if Feng qiuran protected them. With instinctive fear, Wang Baole also changed his look, and looked down at Feng qiuran again.

At the moment when he looked at it, Feng qiuran suddenly raised his hand and pinched a finger. Unexpectedly, a dazzling Rune slowly floated out of his storage bag. This Rune seemed to have existed for a long time, with an atmosphere of great vicissitudes scattered on it, and even gave Wang Baole the feeling that it was like seeing the strong in the planetary realm, which made him breathe quickly.

At this time, Feng qiuran suddenly bit the tip of his tongue and spewed out a mouthful of blood. After falling on the rune paper, the rune paper burned instantly, and unexpectedly a Firebird flew out of the inside. The bird was composed of flames all over its body. After it appeared, it gave a loud neighing and went straight to the millstone!