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

The millstone is really too big, with two pieces on top and bottom, and the one below is still, and the one with nine handles connected to it. At this moment, the millstone rubbed against the lower millstone while turning, and the rumbling sound made seemed to be able to crush everything. At the same time, I thought about the two ferocious beasts that I had seen, which were as high as the sky. It is not difficult to remember that the corpses of these nine vast giant beasts were driven by some force, pulling nine giant wooden handles in this corpse world, constantly running around, providing the power to crush the 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 whipping, causing them to move forward continuously, as if they are endless.

Such a work shocks the soul!

Wang Baole's eyes also instinctively narrowed and squatted on the giant tree. When he looked at the millstone from afar, he also noticed that under the millstone floating in the air, countless corpses piled up into mountains, with a large number of puppets with dry bodies, and were moving quickly to drag the corpses and throwing them into the millstone one by one.

As the millstone continued to rotate, the corpses thrown in were instantly crushed and crushed without exception. Only the dark flesh and blood flowed along the wall of the millstone, and most of them disappeared in the millstone as if they were swallowed by the millstone.

All this made Wang Baole's strange feeling about the Weiyang warship three more points. It was not until a while before he slowly calmed down his heart and moved forward carefully until he got closer to the millstone and the roar in his ears became stronger and stronger, Wang Baole also saw a depression in the middle of the millstone!

In the depression, a figure was sitting cross-legged!!

The size of the figure was insignificant as the entire millstone, so Wang Baole didn't pay attention before, and he was only able to see clearly when he got closer. He was a monk of the Weiyang clan!

But it is difficult to distinguish between life and death. This practice closed its eyes at all three heads and lowered its six arms, which seemed to meditate, and seemed to be standing cross-legged before death. There was no vitality on its body, but there was a breath of death, forming corpse scars on its body.

Looking at this Weiyang monk, Wang Baole did not act rashly. Although he was anxious in his heart, Zhao Yameng and others were also anxious about the crisis of this trip and did not know how to escape, he understood that since he had arrived here, anxiety was the most useless emotion.

So Wang Baole gritted his teeth and forcibly suppressed his anxiety. While his eyes showed calmness, 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, and Wang Baole was very patient, and this gaze lasted for seven days.

During these seven days, he noticed the giant tree he was in, and circled the millstone for a whole circle, and also recorded the approximate frequency of the millstone crushing the corpse. However, these did not have much effect. During these seven days, the millstone was like a machine with an extremely precise precision without any stagnation. Everything was repeated and repeated again and again.

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

"If this continues, you can't get close to it at all, let alone destroy this altar..." Wang Baole frowned, suppressed his anxiety again, and continued to wait. This time it was not as long as before, and in just three days, some changes occurred.

What changed was not the millstone and the puppet, but the entire corpse world. Because Wang Baole was very high, he looked further away. In his eyes, the distant world gradually became red, as if red fog was rolling and rushing rapidly!

There were even loud rumbling sounds that were gathering from all directions. Even at Wang Baole's location, he could vaguely see a black mass 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. It was not difficult to guess that the black area on the ground was so dark... it was the countless corpses!!

"Is this altar a similar storm formed every once in a while, driving all the corpses to come here on their own initiative!" Wang Baole's face changed, he looked down at the corpse mountain under the altar, and then looked at the distant world. When the guess in his heart became more and more true, his anxiety couldn't help but rise.

At the same time, the earth was even more trembling, and there was even some death aura that shocked Wang Baole, which erupted from the distant land. There was a huge crocodile, with its whole body rotting, but its momentum was overwhelming, and it kept approaching along with other corpses.

And there are many powerful existences like crocodiles in this corpse world, and they reveal their breath one by one at this moment, and the crisis is shocking for a moment!

At this moment, under the operation of some strange force, all the Qingling Demon Flowers bloom on their own and release pollen, forming red fog, driving all areas of corpses, centering on the altar and constantly gathering.

At the critical moment, Wang Baole could not continue to squat there, but instead approached the altar with his waist. He knew very well that once these corpses gathered, under the influence of the red fog, they would definitely find themselves. The scene of falling into the sea of ​​corpses as they did in the first place would probably happen.

At that time, it will definitely be a life-and-death life, and the only way out at this moment may be the altar ahead, so even if the altar is dangerous, Wang Baole has no other choice.

"We shouldn't have come here!" Wang Baole's face looked ugly. When he was moving forward quickly, he suddenly looked and looked down at the Corpse Mountain under the giant tree. For some reason, the puppets carrying the Corpse didn't notice it, but Wang Baole clearly saw that there were more than forty figures on one of the Corpse Mountains, and they were approaching the altar carefully!

Wang Baole was familiar with those figures, including Feng Qiuran, Zhao Yameng, Kong Dao and others, 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-color light in his hand, he was thinking. Obviously, these people, led by Feng Qiuran, could be invisible to some extent after Feng Qiuran took out unknown means and 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 the corpse world, they have to move forward at this moment!" Wang Baole immediately made a judgment, and at the same time carefully looked at Zhao Yameng and Kong Dao in the crowd.

Seeing that the two were safe and sound, Wang Baole breathed a sigh of relief. He saw that although the people below were haggard, they were not injured. Obviously, although the journey was ups and downs, they were safe under Feng Qiuran's spiritual cultivation. However, because of the pressure of the giant wood itself and the place where Wang Baole was located, it was an area that everyone could not imagine. So although he saw everyone, Feng Qiuran and others below did not notice Wang Baole.

Everyone was careful at this moment, and Wang Baole was not inconvenient to call everyone. So he paid attention to the movements of Feng Qiuran and others, and on the other hand, he also walked forward slowly.

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

As soon as he arrived here, a bloody smell came to his face, and there was a pressure of not entering the living, covering everyone's minds, causing many monks below to tremble even with Feng Qiuran's protection. Instinctive fear, Wang Baole's expression changed, and he looked down at Feng Qiuran again.

The moment he looked at it, Feng Qiuran suddenly raised his hand and pointed at a finger. A dazzling talisman paper slowly floated out of its storage bag. This talisman paper seemed to have existed for a long time, and an extremely vicissitudes of life emitting from it, which was even more shockingly pressure. It even gave Wang Baole the feeling, as if he had seen a strong man in the planetary realm, which made him breathe for a moment.
Chapter completed!