According to the plan in advance, everyone immediately moved, a large guillotine knife of pigweed was moved to a pier in front of the mandala mountain, several big men got started, and began to "squeak" up, and the mandala was cut into sections.

The women, who had been prepared for a long time, immediately put the mandala in a basket and carried it to the mill gate, where they were placed in front of the old village chief and Hua Hongying.

"Master shallots, on!" Hua Hongying tilted his head coaxingly, as if he was today's general, however, he was actually just a delivery man......

Ding Xiaocong settled down, stepped into the mill, and walked towards the huge stone mill, the decisive battle was about to begin!

As he walked, Ding Xiaocong began to chant ghost sounds, and a leisurely sound came out, and everyone was stunned. The voice...... How does it look like a ghost?

Fortunately, it's daylight, and the big guys don't feel it obviously, but they have goosebumps when they first hear it.

"Everyone, keep up the work!" The old village elder drank, and the big guy was in full swing again.

In the mill, Ding Xiaocong walked to the edge of the stone mill, and Hua Hongying at the door kicked the basket, and the basket full of broken mandala slipped and stopped beside Ding Xiaocong, emitting a strong smell.

The seeds of mandala are the strongest, but now that they have bloomed, although the effect is not as good as the seeds, it is okay, the key is to win in large enough. There seems to be no precedent in the history of magic for such a thing as anesthetizing the soul, which is difficult to achieve, but the special situation here has created a prerequisite for the creation of Ding Xiaocong, a little mage.

With the chanting of the ghost sound, Ding Xiaocong could already hear the strange sound coming from the stone mill, it seemed that the yang soul liked the ghost sound very much, and it was very comfortable to listen to. Ding Xiaocong continued to chant while learning from Guo Yunxiang, carrying the iron pillar in the axle of the waterwheel and stabbing it under the stone mill.

This was not difficult, the iron pillar stabbed to the end, the gears at both ends snapped at the same time, and the big stone mill "boomed" and spun. As soon as the stone mill turned, the comfortable "hum" sound just now immediately became sharp and piercing, and it became a howling cry, tearing the heart.

It is said that if you want to be dismembered into an immortal, you must survive three tribulations, and the Tao is dangerous and life-threatening. The first is the physical tribulation, after the passage of the grain can be cut without food, after this calamity, even if the body dies, the corpse can be immortal for hundreds of thousands of years. The second is the soul tribulation, this yang soul abandoned the body and hid in the mountain village in the state of the soul for 500 years, and today finally ushered in its second tribulation.

It is said that after the soul tribulation is over, there is still a heart demon tribulation, but this yang soul can't wait for that day.

Since it was sealed in the stone mill, it has actually cut off the possibility of further progress, after the big stone mill has been grinding day and night, its soul has been damaged, even if it can get out of trouble, it can only exist as a yang soul in the future, which is a disaster for the world.

As soon as the sharp howl came out, Ding Xiaocong bore the brunt, with a "buzz" in his head, his eyes were dark, and he shook three times, almost fainting. The soul power of this thing is too strong, Ding Xiaocong is completely incapable of fighting, but fortunately, he doesn't need it.

Ding Xiaocong immediately raised his voice, and his ghost voice also raised an octave, becoming more and more weird and ugly. He vibrated his soul desperately with a ghost sound, and finally managed to stabilize his mind.

At the door of the mill, Hua Hongying stopped the old village chief and looked at Ding Xiaocong nervously.

Ding Xiaocong finally opened his eyes again, his face was a little distorted, and time was running out, he couldn't hold on for long in this situation. He hurriedly picked up a large handful of broken mandala and threw it into the hole of the grinding disc, and the friction sound of the stone mill changed to a greasy and crooked sound.

During the day, due to the strong yang energy, although the yang soul inside is grinded, the pain is still lighter, if it is night, I am afraid that no one can stay around, and this plan cannot be implemented at all.

Ding Xiaocong poured the mandala into the grinding disc, and soon after grinding a basket, white viscous juice began to seep out from the edge of the grinding disc. This is a mandala serous solution with a strong anesthetic nerve function.

Ding Xiaocong kicked the empty basket back, his face was hideous, he gritted his teeth and chanted, Hua Hongying comprehended, and another basket of mandalas was kicked by him.

Looking outside, the big guillotine did not stop for a moment, and another basket was sent to the door, and the assembly line operation was without stagnation. In the past, these villagers grinded millet like this, but this set of processes is too familiar, and today it has become grass, which makes little difference.

At the edge of the mill, the excavator that was digging the pit drove up, and the bucket was raised high and reached to the roof. A nimble young man wearing a wrist-thick hemp rope on his waist, climbed to the roof along the mechanical arm, and began to hammer the wooden planks on the roof with the nails he carried.

Ding Xiaocong stopped singing ghost music at this time, he was concentrating on his busy work, and he couldn't bother to wipe it with sweat on his head.

The huge grinding disc was still spinning, and it was full of ** on all sides, and the coo was bubbling out, drenching the floor. And now the howls in the mill were out of tune, no longer so sharp, and turned into a grunt with intoxication.

The anesthetic began to take effect, and the sound made by the yang soul no longer hurt people, Ding Xiaocong was sure in his heart, there is a way to do this!

A handful of mandalas were stuffed into the stone grinding holes, and the grinding disc was lubricated by the slurry, grinding more and more smoothly, and the speed was getting faster and faster, and the yang soul was also anesthetized deeper and deeper under the soaking of the juice.

The mandala was anaesthetically hallucinating, and gradually, the humming sound became more and more wonderful, and louder, and the sound it produced became more and more indescribable. The people outside also heard it, the men all had strange faces, and the faces of the big girls and little daughters-in-law were red unconsciously, so they had to work with their heads down, but they didn't hear it.

Ding Xiaocong was also speechless, what was going on in his mind for this delusional immortal? It is possible to produce such an illusion. In fact, he didn't understand, in the hallucination, the more usually suppressed things are, the more they will be highlighted at this time.

This sound actually does not exist, but is a kind of brain wave, which directly resonates in the minds of people nearby, and it is completely useless to cover your ears, and you can't listen to it if you don't want to.

Fortunately, after a while, as the grinding disc kept turning, its anesthesia deepened further, and the strange sound turned into a cry again. Different from the usual sharp and piercing ghost cry, this cry was very sad, but not harsh, as if the yang soul was immersed in deep sorrow.

At this time, the emotions are the real feedback of the heart, it is really sad, as for what is sad, then no one knows, and no one will care.

The big guy breathed a sigh of relief and continued to work methodically, and the mandala mountain quickly descended.

In the mill, Ding Xiaocong was working while paying attention to the movements in the grinding disc.

Finally, two hours later, there was a faint snoring sound from the grinding disc, and the yang soul was anesthetized to the limit and fell asleep. However, Ding Xiaocong still didn't dare to relax, and continued to grind, anyway, the mandala was cut so much, it was useless to keep it, so he simply grinded it all, so it was safer.