A World Worth Protecting Chapter 645: Altar!
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This scene, even after confirming some of the speculations and judgments before Wang Baole, can still still be took a deep breath after shaking his mind after seeing it with his own eyes.
It's really too big, the top and bottom pieces are two pieces, the bottom piece is still, the piece with nine handles on the top. At this moment, it rubs against the bottom piece of the grinding wheel and makes a rumbling noise. Suppress everything, and at the same time, think of the two ferocious beasts that are as high as the sky that you have seen. It is not difficult to think that the bodies of the nine vast giant beasts were driven by some kind of force, pulling nine giant wooden handles in this corpse world. Running around continuously to provide power for this grinding disc to crush!
They must have chains on their bodies. As long as the movement is a little slower, the chains will flash runes, turning into invisible whipping, making them continue to move forward, as if they are never ending.
So hand-written, shocking the soul!
Wang Baole's's eyes narrowed instinctively, squatting on the giant wood, and when he looked at the grinding plate, he also noticed that under the floating plate, countless corpses piled up one after another, and there were a lot of dry puppets. , He was dragging the corpses quickly, and one by one was thrown into the grinding disc.
As the grinding disc rotates continuously, these corpses thrown in are, without exception, crushed and crushed in an instant, and only the dark flesh flows along the wall of the grinding disc, and most of them are in this crushing , As if swallowed by the grinding disc, disappeared into the grinding disc.
All this makes the Wang Baole's strange feeling about this Never-Ending battleship increase by three points. Until a long time later, he slowly calmed down the inner heart and moved carefully until he was closer and closer to the grinding disc, ear As the edge boom sound became stronger, Wang Baole also saw a depression in the middle of the grinding disc!
In this depression, a figure sat cross-legged! !
The size of the figure is relatively insignificant compared with the entire grinding disc, so I did n’t pay attention to it before Wang Baole. It was n’t clear until I got close at this moment, it was a Never-Ending family cultivator!
But life and death are difficult to distinguish. In this practice, Three-Headed is all eyes closed, with six arms hanging down, it seems to meditate, and it seems to stay cross-legged before death. There is no slight vitality in the body, but there is a breath of death. A corpse scar formed on the body.
Looking at this Never-Ending family cultivator, Wang Baole did not act rashly. Although he was anxious about Zhao Yameng and others, he was also in a crisis of anxiety and did not know how to escape, but he understood that since he was here, then anxiety was the most useless emotion Too.
So Wang Baole gritted his teeth fiercely, forcibly suppressed his anxiety, while in the eye appeared calm, he also squatted there, staring at the operation of the grinding disc, he wanted to pay attention for a long time to see if there were any flaws .
That's it. Time passes slowly. Wang Baole is very patient. This gaze is seven days.
In these seven days, he noticed the giant wood where he was, and he made a good circle around the grinding disc. At the same time, he also recorded the approximate frequency of the grinding disc crushing the corpse, but these did not have much effect. In these seven days In the middle, the grinding disc is like a precision machine to the extreme. There is no stagnation. Everything is repeated and repeated.
Whether it is the puppets that carry the corpses, or the cultivator of the Never-Ending family sitting cross-legged on the grinding disc, it is as if time has been eternal for them.
"If you go on like this, you can't get close at all, let alone shatter this altar ..." Wang Baole frowned, depressed his inner uneasiness again, and continued to wait, but this time it was not as long as before, In just three days, some Transformation appeared.
This Transformation is not a grinding disc and a puppet, but this whole corpse world. Because the location of Wang Baole is very high, he looks farther. In his in the eye, the distant Between Heaven and Earth gradually becomes red, as if there is red The mist is rolling fast!
More rumbling loud noises are also converging from all directions on all sides, even at the position of Wang Baole's, he faintly saw the dark ground on the far ground, and he was galloping towards here!
"That's ..." Wang Baole's eyes shrank sharply. He was familiar with this scene. The red mist was formed by the pollen of Qingling Yaohua, and the black piece of pressure on the ground was not difficult to guess ... … It is countless corpses! !
"This altar would be a similar storm every once in a while, driving all the corpses under this pollen, and let them come here actively?" Wang Baole complexion changed and looked down at the altar Dead Mountain looked at Heaven and Earth in the distance again, and when the guess in his heart became more and more confirmed, his anxiety could not help rising.
At the same time, the earth is more trembling, and there are even some breath of death that makes the Wang Baole horrible. It also exploded from the within the earth in the distance. Among them is a huge crocodile, whose body is rotting, but its momentum is monstrous, along with other corpses, Keep approaching.
While formidable like crocodile exists, there are still many in this corpse world. At this moment one by one reveals its breath, and the crisis is shocking!
At the moment the corpse world, under the operation of some kind of strange power, all Qingling demon flowers are blooming and releasing pollen themselves, forming a red fog, driving all areas of corpses, centering on the altar, are constantly gathering.
In moment of crisis, Wang Baole ca n’t continue to squat there, but the cat ’s waist approaches the altar. He knows that once these corpses come together, under the influence of the red fog, they will surely find themselves as if they had fallen into the sea of corpses. Scene, most likely will still be staged.
At that time, it must be nine deaths, 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.
"It shouldn't be here!" Wang Baole complexion is ugly. At this moment, when he hurried forward, he suddenly looked and looked down at the mountain of corpses under the giant wood. The puppets who carried the corpses did not somehow notice, but Wang Baole was It is clear to see that there are more than forty figures on one of the corpse mountains, and they are carefully approaching the altar!
The figures, Wang Baole are familiar, it is Feng Qioran and Zhao Yameng, Kong Dao (passageway) and others, as well as Xu Ming and Lu Yun, including four or five Nascent Soul cultivator, all are impressive.
"How long have they been hiding here?" After Wang Baole's footsteps, he glanced and noticed that Feng Qiuran was holding a gem that distributed Five-colored rays of light in his hand. If he thought about it, obviously these people led by Feng Qiuran and started in Feng Qiuran After the unknown means, they can be invisible to some extent, without being noticed by the puppets.
"They should have been here for a long time. Like my choice, they are all in observation, but because of the outbreak of pollen in this corpse world, they have to move forward at this moment!" Wang Baole immediately judged and looked carefully. Look at Zhao Yameng and Kong Dao (passageway) in the crowd.
Seeing that the two were safe and sound, Wang Baole was relieved in his heart. He saw that the people below were haggard, but there was no injury. Obviously, although the road was twists and turns, but under Feng Qiuran ’s Connecting Soul cultivation base, it was considered unsurprising, only However, because of the pressure of Jumu itself and the place where Wang Baole is located, it is an area that everyone could not imagine, so although he saw the crowd, Feng Qioran and others below did not notice Wang Baole.
At this moment, everyone is cautious, and Wang Baole is inconvenient to call everyone, so while he pays attention to the movements of Feng Qioran and others, he slowly walks forward.
In this way, the two sides are approaching the altar at these two positions, and finally the pollen rumbled is getting stronger and stronger. During the earthquake, when the countless corpses are getting closer and closer, the two sides reach the edge of the altar at the same time. !
As soon as I arrived here, the **** smell came out, and there was a coercive pressure that no one could enter, covering everyone ’s minds, making many cultivator below, even if protected by Feng Qiuran, it was trembling, instinctive fear, Wang Baole also changed his look, looked down at Feng Qiuran again.
At the moment he saw it, Feng Qiuran raised his hand suddenly. With a finger between hand seal, an talisman paper with a dazzling rays of light slowly floated out of its storage bag. This talisman paper seems to have existed for a long time. The breath of tremendous vicissitudes, more terrifying coercion, and even gave Wang Baole's the feeling, as if he saw the strong man of Traveling Star Realm, let him breathe hard.
At this moment, Feng Qiuran suddenly bit his tongue and spewed out a bit of blood. After landing on this talisman paper, talisman paper instantly burned, and a firebird flew out from the inside. This bird's body composed of flames issued after it appeared. With the sound of Heaven and Earth, I went straight to the grinding disc!