Chapter 646 Altar!

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

The millstone is really too big, there are two upper and lower millstones, the lower one is still, and the one connected to the nine handles is now rotating and rubbing against the lower millstone, making a loud rumbling sound, which seems to be able to crush everything. At the same time, thinking of the two sky-high beasts I have 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. Running around the ground, 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, shocks the soul!

Wang Baole's eyes narrowed instinctively, and he squatted on the giant tree. When he looked at the millstone from a distance, he also noticed that under the millstone floating in mid-air, countless corpses piled up one after another, and there were a large number of puppets with dry bodies. He quickly dragged the corpses and threw them into the millstone one by one.

With the continuous rotation of the millstone, the corpses thrown in, without exception, were crushed in an instant. Only the dark flesh and blood sometimes flowed along the wall of the millstone, and most of them were in the process of being crushed, as if being crushed. The millstone devoured and disappeared into the millstone.

All of this increased Wang Baole's sense of the Weiyang warship's weirdness by another three points. It was not until a long while later that he slowly calmed down and moved forward carefully until the millstone was getting closer and closer, and there was a roaring sound in his ears. When 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 impressively! !

The size of that figure was insignificant compared to the entire millstone, so Wang Baole didn't pay attention to it before, until now when he got close, he could see clearly that it was a monk of the Weiyang clan!

But it is difficult to distinguish between life and death. This cultivator has all three eyes closed, six arms hanging down, as if sitting in meditation, and also as if before death, maintaining a cross-legged posture. There is no vitality exuding from the body, but there is the breath of death on his body Formed a series of corpse scars.

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 danger of this trip, and he didn't know how to escape, but he understood that since he was here, anxiety is the most useless emotion.

So Wang Baole gritted his teeth and forcibly suppressed his anxiety. While showing calmness in his eyes, he also squatted there, staring 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 passed slowly, Wang Baole was very patient, and this gaze lasted for seven days.

During these seven days, he noticed the giant log he was on, and he made a complete circle around the millstone. At the same time, he also recorded the approximate frequency of the millstone crushing the corpse, but these were of no great effect. During these seven days, the millstone It's like a machine that is extremely precise, without the slightest stagnation, everything is repeated and repeated.

Whether it's the puppets carrying the corpses or the Weiyang monks sitting cross-legged on the millstone, this is the case, as if time has already been eternal on them.

"If this goes on, we won't be able to get close at all, let alone destroy this altar..." Wang Baole frowned, suppressed his inner anxiety again, and continued to wait, but this time it didn't take as long as before, only 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 farther. In his eyes, the sky and the earth in the distance gradually turned red, as if there was a red mist It is rolling and galloping at high speed!

There are even more rumbling loud noises, which are constantly gathering from all directions. Even from Wang Baole's position, he can faintly see a dark patch of land in the distance, galloping towards here!

"That's..." Wang Baole's eyes shrank suddenly. He was familiar with this scene. The red mist was formed by the pollen of the Qingling demon flower, and it was not difficult to guess that the black patch on the ground... Countless corpses! !

"Could it be that this altar will form a similar storm every once in a while, and all the corpses will be driven by this pollen, so that they will come here on their own initiative!?" Wang Baole's complexion changed, and he looked down at the mountain of corpses under the altar , Looking at the distant world again, when the guess in his heart became more and more confirmed, his anxiety couldn't help but arise.

At the same time, the ground trembled even more, and even some death breaths 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, and it kept approaching along with other corpses. .

And there are many powerful existences like crocodiles in this world of corpses, all of which are showing their breath at this moment, and the crisis is shocking all of a sudden!

In the world of corpses at this moment, under the operation of some strange force, all the green ling demon flowers bloomed and released pollen by themselves, forming a red mist, driving all the corpses in all ranges, centering on the altar, to gather continuously.

At the critical moment, Wang Baole couldn't continue to squat there, but approached the altar with his waist down. He knew very well that once these corpses gathered, under the influence of the red mist, they would definitely find themselves in the scene of falling into the sea of ​​corpses as before , nine out of ten will still be staged.

At that time, it must be close to death, and the only way out at this moment may be the altar in front, so even if this altar is dangerous, Wang Baole has no other choice.

"You shouldn't have come here!" Wang Baole's face was ugly. When he was moving forward at this moment, his expression suddenly changed, and he looked down at the mountain of corpses under the giant tree. It turned out that on one of the corpse mountains, there were more than forty figures approaching the altar cautiously!

Wang Baole was familiar with those figures, 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. After scanning his eyes, he noticed that Feng Qiuran was holding a gemstone emitting five colors of light. He was thoughtful. It was obvious that these people, led by Feng Qiuran, had launched an unknown plan in Feng Qiuran. After using the method, it can be invisible to a certain extent, and will not be noticed by those puppets.

"They should have been here for a long time, just like my choice, they are all observing, but because of the outbreak of pollen in this corpse world, they have to move forward now!" Wang Baole immediately made a judgment, and at the same time carefully looked at the crowd. Zhao Yameng and Kong Dao.

Seeing that the two were safe and sound, Wang Baole heaved a sigh of relief. He saw that although the people below were haggard, they had no injuries. Obviously, despite the twists and turns along the way, under Feng Qiuran's spiritual cultivation, it was safe to say that there was no danger. However, because of the coercion of the giant tree itself, and the place where Wang Baole was, it was an area that no one could have imagined, so although he saw everyone, Feng Qiuran and the others below did not notice Wang Baole.

Everyone was cautious at the moment, and it was inconvenient for Wang Baole to call out to everyone, so while paying attention to Feng Qiuran and others, he also walked forward slowly.

In this way, the two sides approached the altar at the same time in the upper and lower positions. Finally, when the roar of pollen in the surrounding area became stronger and the earth trembled, and the distance between countless corpses was getting closer and closer, both sides reached the edge of the altar at the same time!

As soon as we arrived here, the smell of blood rushed to our faces, and there was even a coercion that the living should not enter, covering everyone's minds, making many monks below, even with Feng Qiuran's protection, shivering, instinctive fear, Wang Baole also looked Changed, looked down at Feng Qiuran again.

The moment he looked at it, Feng Qiuran suddenly raised his hand, and with a finger, a glaring talisman slowly floated out of his storage bag. This talisman seemed to have existed for a long time. It exuded an incomparably vicissitudes of life, and even more shocking coercion, and even gave Wang Baole the feeling that he had seen a strong man in the planetary realm, making him short of breath.

At this moment, Feng Qiuran suddenly bit the tip of his tongue and spit out a mouthful of blood. After falling on the talisman paper, the talisman paper burned instantly, and a fire bird flew out from inside. The neighing that resounded through the world, went straight to the millstone!