time stop 499 years

Chapter 508: Mountain of Corpses and Sea of ​​Blood 1 (Subscribe)

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No one knew what Wang Xuemin and the Taoist Demon Palace were planning back then.

Now, looking at the treacherous and mysterious ruins of the Wang family ahead, the Wang family's group gradually made up their minds.

According to Wang Si's analysis, this very special relic that appeared out of thin air in front of me has a high probability of retaining some of the circumstances of the year.Therefore, no matter how dangerous it may be, you must go in and rush in.

This is the Wang family's last chance!
If you miss it, there will be no hope of rising again.

"go!"

"Go in from the side."

"The center of the inverted cross is probably the area we are looking for, so go straight into it."

"Take a look, have you brought all the items to deal with the weirdness? After entering, follow my command and never act without authorization."

Wang Si ordered.

A group of people began to check the equipment.

A special candle made of Coleman vine, its scent can dispel the general plant spookiness, or expose some invisible plant spookiness before.

Gold powder, this is the most important material.Everyone brought a big bottle of this stuff.Even between the clothes, sprinkle some.

The secret knife, a weapon made of a mixture of special bronze, black iron, and extremely condensed gold powder.This thing is used in conjunction with the blood of the warrior, and it can effectively cause lethal damage to many types of weirdness.Weak and weird, even fatal with one blow.

And so on, and many more.

However, in the world of gods and names, facing the endlessly weird and mutating creatures in the wilderness, the so-called preparations are useless no matter how adequate they are.

These simple preparations are just a little protection.

At this moment, the Wang family entered relatively late, and most warriors had already entered it before them.

Regardless of the observation from the outside, the ruins seem to be only ten acres in size, but the internal space is unusually large.It seems that some kind of special space method has been applied to expand the internal space to more than ten times its original size.

Numerous warriors were scattered in it, like a drop of water dissolved into the vast ocean, without any visible mountains or exposed water, leaving no traces.

Inside an off-angled ruin.

A group of people in the Demon Palace, including Demon Yanli, are carefully guarding and observing their surroundings.

"This is."

"The record pattern of certain events in that year?"

A disciple of the Demon Palace frowned while looking at the pattern on the wall of the ruins.

In the pattern, there is a huge silver clock, which suddenly descends into the world.There is a man kneeling in front of the clock, as if receiving an oracle!In a blink of an eye, this man has already started to conquer the world, and countless forces have been wiped out under his conquest.

And in this process, the mysterious and weird clock has been looming behind it.Inside the clock, it was like a pitch-black eye, watching everything silently.

Weird and frightening.

"this clock"

The devil's disciple looked at the dark eyes inside the clock, opened his mouth, but suddenly found that he couldn't make any sound.

A ticking sound of a clock that sounded from the depths of his soul suddenly resurfaced in every inch of his flesh and blood. What was even more frightening was that at the end of the day, the sound began to use his body as the boundary, and continued to spread towards the surrounding void. and go.

Originally filled with mist, the surroundings were calm and waveless, wrinkled waves, grand, loud and clear, but the ticking sound like a talisman, pierced into everyone's ears like a curse.

"Damn!"

The leader of the Demon Palace's face darkened, and the blood on his body suddenly burst out.

The surrounding fog and the ticking of the clock were washed away by the blood energy, and the fog receded to the depths of the ruins before it slowly condensed again.

"What are you doing!"

"do you know."

Before the group had time to glare at the Demon Palace disciple, they realized that this guy was facing the pattern on the wall, but at this moment he was standing still, his body was still, and his head was turned around abruptly.

During the turning, the neck still made that crackling sound.

But he didn't respond, his face was extremely pale, as if the blood inside had been emptied, he pulled out a strange smile, and stared at everyone with empty eyes, it was indescribably weird.

"He is coming!"

"He is coming!"

"You all will die. You will all die."

Like a muttering from the abdomen, the next moment, after saying this sentence, this Demon Palace disciple was in front of everyone, and the flesh and blood on his body began to fall off from his face inch by inch, and fell to the ground piece by piece. After a while, the flesh and blood turned into strips of silvery white worms, bustling with each other, and within a short while, they burrowed into the ground and disappeared.

Looking at the child of the Demon Palace without the skin of flesh and blood, the inside of the skin of flesh and blood is not filled with muscles, bones, internal organs, etc., but replaced by countless clock parts, such as gears of different sizes, various curved and twisted hands, and even It is a variety of strange symbols.

It seems that the whole body has turned into a huge clock.

"This"

Ding Ding Deng!
Everyone was shocked, and couldn't help but took a few steps back.

what happened?

Why did he become like this?

The flesh and blood all over his body had turned into such a terrifying situation unconsciously.

Is this still human?
What kind of weirdness is this to achieve such a degree that it can turn a person into this ghostly appearance?
And until this moment, it seemed that he knew that he was about to die. This disciple of the Demon Palace, who had no flesh and blood, and his internal organs and bones turned into a clock structure, suddenly woke up as if he had returned to his soul.

"No"

"My lord. Help me. Help me!"

"I don't... don't want to die!"

Boom!

In vain stretching out his arms full of mechanical structures, he howled in pain, and finally his body completely collapsed.

All the clock parts were reassembled in the void, turning into a bright silver clock.A red flame was quietly burning inside, and inside the flame, there seemed to be a man howling.

This is the soul of that devil palace child!
He is being used as fuel for this weird clock to drive!

boom!
At this time, the leading man from the Demon Palace made another move.The powerful Qi and blood mixed with the strange knife fiercely draped over the clock.

A clanging sound resembling a collision of metal emerged, and the clock rolled and penetrated into the deep mist after being hit by this blow, before disappearing.

"What a hard hardness!"

"The strange knives made of bronze, black iron, and gold powder can't leave the slightest trace on it. This thing"

All the people in the magic palace were relieved from the previous weird scene at this moment, but fell into a new round of shock.

Do they know how powerful the seemingly ordinary blow of the leader of their group is.This is an attack that can damage even panic-level weird stories.

However, such a powerful blow had almost no effect on the silver clock formed on the basis of human flesh and blood, leaving not even a trace.

This is incredible too!
What the hell is this thing?
"It's erosion pollution!"

"Warrior below level five, don't look at those murals."

"Gather the power of qi and blood, protect the whole body, and watch."

The leader of the magic palace asked with a gloomy face.

They entered the interior of the ruins, and after a short while, they lost no less than dozens of people.Although most of them are warriors of level four or five, they are still distressing enough.

These are all his direct descendants!

Along the way, there are so many strange things that make one's scalp tingle, and it is almost impossible to guard against.This ruin feels like a strange lair.He was thinking about whether this was the strange place where the Wang family used to imprison them.

Now that the Wang family has collapsed, all the weird people detained here have escaped.

Even a mural contains danger. Regarding the danger level of this place, the leader of the Demon Palace has raised more than one level in his heart.

"Erosion pollution?"

"what is that?"

Hearing the words of the leader of the Demon Palace, the low-level warriors obediently refused to look at the murals.The lessons learned from the past are still vivid, and they don't want to repeat the same mistakes.

The more advanced warriors refocused on the erosion and pollution and the murals on the wall in front of them.

"A saying that has been handed down from Wang Xuemin. Back then, his power was this weird state that could turn people into clocks. At that time, warriors didn't know what it was. Later, after the magic palace and Taoist palace jointly studied it , only to discover that this is a special power that has never been discovered before. It can corrode and pollute anything, even dead objects. Things that are corroded and polluted will move closer to this appearance!"

The Mistress of the Demon Palace walked up to the mural, and after thinking for a while, pointed to the patterns of the clocks on the screen and said.

"Erosion pollution! Those clocks. Is this something weird?"

Mo Yanli frowned, and he thought of Wang Ying's state before.This kind of weird clock thing, Wang Ying has also existed before.

"It should be weird!"

"And it's a brand-new and strange problem that has never been found in our ghost eye province. For this kind of special power that can erode pollution, transform humans into a clock form, and even give power and retain consciousness, we in the magic palace are very grateful. Very interested."

"You know, the Lord Master of the Demon Palace of the previous generation was."

The leader of the magic palace shook his head while looking at the murals, but he didn't finish his sentence.In the end, he set his sights on the very beginning of the mural.

——The huge silver-white clock descended, and a man knelt on the ground, receiving the pattern of the oracle.

"The inside of the Demon Palace has been speculating that Wang Xuemin is not the source of that special power. There are other things behind the speculation. Maybe it's a weird story. Now it seems that it is true."

"This huge silver clock is the root of everything!"

"I just don't know, did the Palace Mistress know?"

On the screen, the silver-white clock with a huge black eye in the center made everyone fall into contemplation.

A deathly silence!

The surrounding area was extremely quiet, until bursts of sobs, like a child crying, or a woman's groaning, came continuously from the depths of the deep ruins, which interrupted the quiet atmosphere around.

The endless fog at this moment is constantly permeating and spreading in the ruins.It's like a sleeping monster breathing regularly.

Wave after wave, rhythmic rippling.

Accompanied by that whimpering sound, there seemed to be an unknown, scalp-numbing vitality in the mist!
It is alive!

A group of people in the Demon Palace glanced at each other, with a hint of vigilance in their eyes.

What kind of moth situation is this?
now
In other areas, different teams have suffered various strange attacks.

For a time, many teams were turned on their backs and suffered heavy losses.Some teams even wanted to retreat, but found that the road they came from before had disappeared without knowing it.

Whether it is going back or forward, it is a new and different channel.

In every passage, all kinds of strange patterns are engraved.But no matter what kind of pattern, it is inseparable from the huge silver clock.

This thing seems to be the main theme of this ruins, its power dominates everything here, and even affects the endless strange stories inside the ruins.

Omnipresent, omnipotent!

The low-level fighters are constantly being eroded by it, turning into a silver clock and disappearing into the mist. The high-level fighters are also disturbed by the dark eyes inside the clock. They always feel that the eyes seem to be alive, staring at them. .

And as more and more warriors died, especially more and more individuals who turned into clocks and went deep into the mist, after reaching a certain limit, the mist that permeated the entire ruins seemed to come alive all of a sudden.

It was like a giant beast breathing, contracting rhythmically.And accompanied by gusts of yin wind, brutal cold air gushed out from the ground, turning into layers of cold hoarfrost on the ground.Countless red-haired whirlwinds began to emerge in every corner of the ruins.

At this moment, the entire ruins seem to be alive!
It's breathing!

It's turning its body!

The strange aura that made the whole soul tremble, and the skin involuntarily surfaced with layers of fine cold sweat continued to spread throughout the entire ruins.

At this moment, no one dared to take any further action, and stayed where they were, as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

What is it?
what exactly is it?
Something is waking up!

This question kept popping up in everyone's mind, and the atmosphere became more and more tense. The uneasiness, fear, and fear even began to invade their thoughts and interfere with their minds.

When this weird state condenses to the limit~
Boom!

Accompanied by a violent vibration that lasted for ten seconds, the mist that originally permeated the ruins suddenly receded towards the center of the ruins.

Back very fast!

It was as if a huge hole appeared in the very center, and all the fog was forcefully sucked in.

Just a moment later, all the fog disappeared.

In the entire ruins, except for the unknown center, the rest of the area has no trace of fog at all.

As if it never existed.

However, following that, bursts of whimpering sounded again, accompanied by the strange sound of gurgling.

that seems to be~

Everyone's heart trembled, and an idea involuntarily appeared in their heads!
Swallowing and chewing sounds!

(End of this chapter)