A World Worth Protecting

This scene, even if it confirms some of the speculations and judgments of Wang Baole, can still be seen after seeing it, the heart shakes, can not help but take a deep breath.

It is really that the grinding disc is too big, the upper and lower two pieces, the lower one of which is stationary, and the piece with the nine handles attached thereto, at this moment, the friction between the rotating and the lower grinding disc, and the loud banging, it seems to be able to crush everything. At the same time, Lenovo’s two beasts that have been seen with the sky are not difficult to associate with. The bodies of these nine vast behemoths are driven by some kind of force, pulling nine giant wooden handles in this corpse world. Running around the ground, providing the grinding power for this grinding disc!

They must have chains on their bodies. As long as the action is a little slower, the chains will flash the runes and turn them into invisible whipping, so that they will continue to move forward, as if they are never ending.

So handy, shocking the soul!

Wang Baole’s eyes also instinctively picked up and squatted on the giant wood. When he looked at the grinding disc, he noticed that under the floating disc, the countless corpses piled up into one mountain after another, and there were a lot of dry bodies. The action quickly dragged the corpses and threw them into the grinding disc.

As the grinding discs continued to rotate, the bodies that were thrown in, without exception, were crushed and crushed in an instant. Only the dark flesh and blood flowed along the wall along the grinding disc, and most of them were in this crushing. The disc was swallowed and disappeared into the grinding disc.

All this, let Wang Baole add another three points to the singularity of this Weiyang warship. After half a mile, he slowly calmed down the heart and carefully moved forward until it was getting closer and closer to the grinding disc. When it became stronger, Wang Baole also saw the middle of the grinding disc, there was a depression!

In this hollow, sitting on the knees with a figure! !

The size of the figure is insignificant compared to the entire grinding disc, so Wang Baole didn't pay attention until it was close, and it was clear that it was a Weiyang monk!

However, it is difficult to distinguish between life and death. The three heads are closed, and the six arms are hanging down. It seems to be meditation. It seems to be in the posture of the knees before death. The body does not have the slightest vitality. Instead, there is a breath of death on its body. Formed a road to the body.

Looking at this Weiyang monk, Wang Baole did not act rashly. Although he was worried about Zhao Yameng and other people, he was also anxious about this crisis. He did not know how to escape, but he understood that since he is here, anxiety is the most useless emotion.

Therefore, Wang Baole gnawed his teeth and forced himself to suppress his anxiety. While his eyes were calm, he was still there, gazing at the operation of the grinding disc. He wanted to pay attention to it for a long time and see if there were any flaws.

In this way, time is slowly passing away, Wang Baole is very patient, this gaze is seven days.

During these seven days, he noticed the giant wood he was in, and he turned around the whole circle around the grinding disc. He also recorded the approximate frequency of the grinding disc to crush the body, but these did not have much effect. In these seven days, the grinding disc It's like a machine that is so precise that it doesn't have any stagnation. Everything is repeated and repeated.

Whether it is the shackles of the corpses, or the Weiyang monks who sit on the laps, it is like time is long on them.

"If you go on like this, you can't get close, let alone destroy the altar..." Wang Baole frowned, pressed down his inner uneasiness again, and continued to wait, but this time it was not as long as before, just three days. There have been some changes.

This change is not the grinding disc and the cymbal, but the whole corpse world. Because Wang Baole is in a high position, he looks farther. In his eyes, the distant world gradually becomes red, like a red mist. It is rapidly rolling and rushing!

There are even loud rumblings, and they are constantly gathering from all directions. Even in the position of Wang Baole, he has faintly seen the distant land, with a piece of black pressure, and is galloping forward here!

"That is..." Wang Baole’s eyes shook sharply. He was familiar with this scene. The red mist was formed by the pollen of the green demon flower, and the black pressure on the ground was not difficult to guess... Countless corpses! !

"This altar is always a similar storm every other time, all the corpses are driven by this pollen, let them take the initiative to come here!?" Wang Baole changed his face and looked down at the corpse under the altar. When he looked at the distant world, the guess of his heart became more and more confirmed, and his anxiety could not help but rise.

At the same time, the earth is more tremorous, and there are even some deaths that make Wang Baole stunned. It also erupted from the distant land. There is a huge crocodile, which is rotten all over the body, but it is full of momentum, and it keeps approaching along with other corpses. .

And the strong shackles such as crocodiles exist in this corpse world, there are still many, at this moment one by one reveals the atmosphere, the crisis is shocking!

At this moment, the world of corpses, under the action of some kind of singular power, all the green scorpion flowers bloom in their own way to release the pollen, forming a red fog, driving all the corpses, centering on the altar, and constantly gathering.

At the critical juncture, Wang Baole could not continue to kneel there, but the cat's waist approached the altar. He knew that once these corpses came together, under the influence of the red fog, they would surely find themselves, as in the scene of the corpse. In all likelihood, it 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.

"You shouldn't come here!" Wang Baole looked ugly. When he was rushing forward, he suddenly looked at him and looked down at the corpse mountain under the giant wood. Those who carried the corpse did not know why they didn't notice it, but Wang Baole was clearly watching. To one of the corpses, there are more than forty figures in the mountains, and they are carefully approaching the altar!

Those figures, Wang Baole familiar, are Feng Qiuran and Zhao Yameng, Kong Dao and others, as well as Xu Ming and Lu Yun, including four or five Yuan Ying monks, all of them are awesome.

"How long have they been hiding here?" Wang Baole stepped forward. After watching his eyes, he noticed that Feng Qiuran had a jewel with five colors of light in his hand. If he thought thoughtfully, these people were led by Feng Qiuran and started the unknown in Feng Qiuran. After the means, you can be invisible to some extent and not be noticed by those.

"They should have been here for a long time. Like my choice, they are all observing. Because of the explosion of pollen in the world, I have to move forward!" Wang Baole immediately judged and looked at the crowd carefully. Zhao Yameng and Kong Dao.

Seeing that the two were safe and sound, Wang Baole breathed a sigh of relief. He saw that the people below were embarrassed, but there was no injury. Obviously, although this road was twisted and twisted, but Feng Qiuran’s Tongshen cultivation was under the guise, it was only a risk. However, due to the pressure of the giant wood itself and the place where Wang Baole is located, it is an area that no one can imagine. So although he saw everyone, Feng Qiuran and others underneath did not notice Wang Baole.

At this moment, everyone is cautious, and Wang Baole is not going to call everyone, so he pays attention to the movements of Feng Qiuran and others, and slowly moves forward.

In this way, the two sides in the upper and lower positions, at the same time approaching the altar, and finally the pollen roaring around the more intense, the earthquake trembles, the countless corpses are getting closer and closer, the two sides also reached the edge of the altar!

As soon as I arrived here, the **** smell came to the surface, and there was a blood pressure that the living beings did not enter, covering the hearts of the people, making many monks below, even if Feng Qiuran protect, they are also shivering, instinctive fear, Wang Baole is also a look Changed, and looked down again at Feng Qiuran.

At the moment he looked at it, Feng Qiuran suddenly raised his hand and pointed a finger. There was a shining paper that slowly shone from his storage bag. This paper seems to exist for a long time. The breath of incomparable vicissitudes, the shocking pressure, and even the feeling of Wang Baole, like seeing the strong of the planet, let him breathe a little.

At this moment, Feng Qiuran suddenly bite the tip of his tongue and spurt a blood. After falling on the paper, the paper burned instantly, and a flamingo flew out from inside. The bird formed a whole body flame and made a sound after it appeared. The sound of the world screams and goes straight to the mill!