Click, click, click.

One after another, continuous, piercing roars erupted from within the Golden Thunder Mill.

The thing that made Zhao Xiang and the many strong people on the edge of the Thunder Mill here feel like they were in a hurry happened.

The golden thunder mill disc covering a radius of millions of miles on the southern edge of the Hongmeng Emperor actually began to shrink with the sound of splitting, and its shrinkage speed was crazy and unprecedented, and it took three breaths to split this vast and majestic golden thunder mill disc from a radius of millions of miles like a mirror shattering, and at the same time shrunk the range of one-twelfth of a twelfth.

One-fifth of the area of the Thunder Mill Disc disappeared forever in just a few breaths.

Not only is the grinding disc still shrinking, but it is still in the process of shrinking, and the aura of destruction is falling wildly.

Obviously, the shrinkage of the Thunder Mill Disc was not due to the compression of energy, but to be forcibly devoured by some terrifying object.

In the center of the Golden Thunder Mill, a scene that only Zhao Xiang could see, the other person was Ximen Hu.

It took almost thirty percent of Ximen Hu's essence to see all this through the treasure.

At the center of the greatly reduced Thunder Mill Disc space, when the golden qi swept out from the tall thirteen-story altar, the entire Thunder Mill Disc vibrated violently, and in a moment, the golden air flow reflected out of the sea of golden thunderclouds as if it were a streamer, and flew straight towards the altar.

The surface of this wisp of golden air flickered with layers of thunder light, and a powerful liliang diffused from it.

"This golden thundercloud actually contains the power of thunder, the power of yin and yang, and the power of reincarnation!"

The golden air flow swept through his body like a rainbow, and Zhao Xiang's eyes froze.

At this moment, only a slight flickering brow was full of shock.

The altar was forcibly devouring this Thunder Mill Disk, and its devouring speed was far more than a hundred times faster than before.

In just a moment's time, Zhao Xiang felt that the aura of the Thunder Mill had dropped by two-thirds.

The corners of his eyes twitched slightly, and Zhao Xiang's face suddenly turned from surprise to excitement.

The altar can devour the energy contained in the Thunder Mill, isn't that equal to its own thing?

With these things, coupled with the sudden realization in the Thunder Tribulation, isn't it a simple matter for yourself to be promoted again?

Without any hesitation, Zhao Xiang helped the Sacrifice Spirit Ling'er to urge the altar to enhance its devouring power.

As if thinking of something, Zhao Xiang hurriedly invoked the spell shijie boundary force to urge.

In this way, the tall altar not far away suddenly erupted with a stronger momentum.

It looks like this altar is like an out-and-out glutton, devouring the Thunder Mill without any scruples.

The Thunder Mill that once covered millions of miles was eclipsed in front of the altar with its powerful devouring power.

In just ten breaths, two-thirds of the vast Thunder Mill Disc was swallowed.

What made Zhao Xiang frown was that the golden qi with huge energy that came from the altar devouring the thunderclouds, the altar could not be refined and absorbed instantly, and even Zhao Xiangshi's entire spirit refining had no effect at all.

"Is there anything that the devouring power can't absorb?" Zhao Xiang muttered to himself with some concern.

This was the first time Zhao Xiang had encountered it, and in the past, everything that was devoured could be refined.

"Maybe it's because we're devouring too fast. Zhao Xiang thought so.

Boom - In the moment when Zhao Xiang was thinking, above the nine heavens, the dazzling golden thunder mill that originally covered a radius of millions of miles had been crazily shrunk all the way, 800,000 li, 400,000 li, 100,000 li, 100,000 li, 100,000 li, 10000 li, 10000 li, 1000 li......

With a roaring sound, only a golden cloud the size of a wellhead remained above the nine heavens.

The golden cloud swirled violently and was swallowed up by something, and suddenly disappeared without a trace.

No one saw that the tall golden altar had turned into a little golden mang, and returned to Zhao Xiang's forehead ancestral aperture.

No one saw that there was a golden eye on Zhao Xiang's forehead that disappeared without a trace.

"This, this, this, this is the eye of fate? It turned out to be golden?" Zhao Xiang was surprised and delighted in his heart.

"Was the catastrophe of destruction swallowed alive by the altar?"

Zhao Xiang looked at the empty surroundings a little stupidly and a little dumbfounded.

The Thunder Mill was gone, and the suffocating aura had all dissipated.

Some are just the shocked powerhouse divine thoughts in the distance.

Zhao Xiang looked at Empress Li and Bai Yuntian who were standing motionless a million miles away very friendly.

He just wanted to say something, but he quickly closed his eyes and hovered above the nine heavens without hesitation.

He was unexpectedly unusually engaged in the cultivation of refining and comprehension.

Because he suddenly realized that this moment was the best time for him to advance and consolidate his realm.

If he didn't seize this opportunity, he would stay at the peak of the late stage of the Great God Realm forever, and it would be difficult to advance an inch in the future.

"Oh my God, why is this this, this, this Zhao Xiang so careless, he actually cultivated on his own in the open field? If there is any strong enemy external interference, he will go mad even if he doesn't die!" Hongmeng Gate Master Li Houzhu frowned and rushed to Bai Yuntian Dao beside him.

"Alas, since this little demon has successfully survived this catastrophe, it means that he will definitely become a powerful figure in the future and even resounding throughout the world, and our Xingchen Sect and Hongmeng Sect must not have to worry about destroying the sect from now on!

Li Houzhu said directly without thinking about it: "Let's go, this is where Zhao Xiang needs us the most at the moment!"

But at the moment when the two of them had just had this idea, and had not yet left.

"This is—" Empress Li suddenly looked behind him with a fixed gaze.

Immediately, there were seven or eight more figures around him.

Similarly, there were also seven or eight figures around Bai Yuntian.

Bai Yuntian and Empress Li's eyes flashed, no matter how stupid they were, they could think of why these people came.

Just as they exchanged glances and were about to make a move, they found countless figures behind them.

They all jumped in unison, why are there so many people? And their cultivation is so high?

Although most of the Great Gods and Main Divine Realms, there are only two or three people in Tianzun and Divine Venerables, but so many figures bring strong pressure!

You must know that although the liliang of ants is weak, if there are enough of them, they will be similar to elephants!

The Great God, the Lord God, the Heavenly Venerable, and the Divine Venerable who came from all over the place added up to three hundred!

And it looks like the number of strong people who come is in the process of dynamic growth!

I don't know if there are any saints and supreme gods coming!

"These god-level cultivators, how do they feel like they have a raw face?"

Empress Li and Bai Yuntian secretly communicated with their souls.

"They're all undead!"

Bai Yuntian was shocked.