At this time, Xingha had shrunk down and rested on Chagil's back.

His method of prolonging Zhang Sen's life was actually to establish a symbiotic relationship between himself and Zhang Sen, but the wound on Zhang Sen's heart consumed his huge vitality all the time, so even he could only support it for nine days.

If there is no way to treat Zhang Sen after nine days, then he will die with Zhang Sen.

Zhang Sen still had a short sword stuck in his heart, once the short sword was pulled out, Zhang Sen would die in an instant, even Su Mo had no way to treat such an injury.

Jidu Mora Island is located to the west of the world of Hindu mythology, and the Sea of Milk is located to the north of the world of Hindu mythology.

It would take three or four days for Chagil to reach the Sea of Milk, even if he ran with all his might, but along the way they encountered Shesha, who had returned from chasing Asura.

With Shesha's permission, Chagil jumped on Shesha's back, and Shesha flew through the fog and rushed to the vicinity of the Ruhai Sea half a day later.

On the shore of the Milk Sea there is an island, this island is called White Island, which is currently inhabited only by various wild animals, and in the future it will be one of the abodes of Vishnu and his devotees.

When Shasha came to White Island, he saw a large number of gods, all of whom were helpers summoned by Indra.

"The sea of milk is boundless, Emperor of Heaven, how can we stir up the sea of milk to create immortal nectar?" Vayou looked at the endless sea of milk and asked with some despair.

The sea of milk is too big, even if you fly high in the air, you can't see the end, and even if the gods gather all their strength, it will be difficult to make a big wave of the sea of milk, let alone stir up the entire sea.

"I can gather my children and grandchildren to help, and when the time comes, we will use the Mandala Mountain as a stirring rod and me as a stirring rope, and we will work together to stir up the whole sea and produce the nectar of immortality!" Shesha then spoke.

He is well aware of the process of stirring up the sea of milk in Hindu mythology.

Originally, it was his younger brother Posuji who acted as the rope stirrger, but now Bosuji has not yet established a friendship with the gods, so he can only be on top of it.

But this is not enough, Xing Ha can remember that in Hindu mythology, it takes a hundred years to stir the milk sea before the nectar comes out, and it is naturally impossible for him to forget, so more external forces are needed in this.

"Anemo, do you know about windmills?" Shesha looked at Vayu and asked.

Vayou nodded and said, "I know, there are many people who believe in me because of the windmill now. ”

Zhang Sen passed down a lot of knowledge, such as windmill mills, water flow workshops, etc., with the purpose of increasing the influence of the gods in the world and allowing them to gain more faith power.

"You go and find materials that can be made into windmill blades, make a large number of windmill blades and insert them into the mandala mountain, and then use the wind to turn it." Shesha said immediately.

Vayou changed color slightly and said, "Then what should you do?" ”

You know, when the time comes, Shesha needs to wrap her body around the mandala mountain, and if the mandala mountain still turns, Shesha will be very painful.

"In order to be able to save Master, I can't care so much now, no matter how much pain I have, I can bear it!" Shesha looked at the gods and replied.

Indra then asked, "Is there anything I can do?" ”

"Heavenly Emperor, you are the most powerful among us, I hope you can guarantee our safety, Asura will not give up, if they know that we make immortal nectar to save Master, then they will definitely come to make trouble, and it may not only be Asura who will come to make trouble, but I hope you can stop all the enemies!" Shesha said immediately.

Indra nodded and said, "No problem, any enemy dares to step into the sea of milk for half a step, and I will completely kill them!" ”

Next, Shesha continued to arrange the task, and all the gods took action.

Shesha returned to the underground world and gathered all his dragon sons and grandsons, and a large number of Naga dragons poured out of their nests, like a huge black river, one after another appeared near the Milk Sea.

And the gods were also in action, and the mandala mountain was uprooted, and Shesha quickly swept up the mountain.

Half a day later, the Mandala Mountain was filled with huge fan blades, and the wind blew from the Vayou Valley, and the Mandala Mountain immediately swayed from side to side.

The current Vishnu is not yet one of the three main gods, but he soon realizes the problem and immediately turns into a giant turtle and burrows into the bottom of the sea to support the sinking Mandala Mountain.

Indra sat on the top of the mandala mountain, holding a vajra in his hand, and his eyes were constantly patrolling his surroundings like electricity, and no trace could escape his eyes.

The gods and the naga each grabbed the body of Shesha and stirred the sea of milk with all their might, and the whole sea was turbulent.

"That's not enough, it's too slow!"

All of Shesha's faces showed painful expressions, but they remained unmoved, and roared loudly.

"Storm !!!"

Fengshen stepped on the hot wheels with his feet, and at this time, his hands were opened, he looked up at the sky, and with a loud shout, a large number of tornadoes appeared around the sea of milk.

"Waves!!!

The water god Falou's red face was suffocated, and he shouted at this time.

In fact, the water god also needed to bear tremendous pressure at this time, because he was the king of the ocean, and all the oceans could be said to be his incarnation, so he was now like being popped by someone else.

But in order to be able to obtain the nectar of immortality, he could endure this pain.

Although there are many gods who have a good relationship with Zhang Sen who join the operation to stir up the sea of milk in order to save Zhang Sen's life, more gods are actually in order to be able to obtain immortal nectar.

It was impossible for Zhang Sen to drink all the immortal nectar, and the remaining immortal nectar would naturally be shared by them.

In fact, the whole world of Hindu mythology is in turmoil, and the stirring of the sea of milk is too loud.

Heroniaksya soon knew about this, he didn't expect that he didn't completely kill Zhang Sen by sacrificing an incarnation, and now the gods were even more aggressive to save Zhang Sen.

But now he didn't dare to approach the Milk Sea at all, and once he appeared within range of the Milk Sea, the enraged Indra would definitely kill him.

"Since Brahma gave me the Green Forest Little Sword, he must not want Zhang Sen to continue to live, but he can make some trouble here!" Heroyaksha's fingers tapped on the armrest, calculating Brahma in his mind.

He quickly thought of an excuse, so he left his palace and quietly went to the Brahmanic realm.

In fact, the movement of the Celestials stirring up the Sea of Milk to create immortal nectar was indeed too great, and Brahma noticed this scene when they were acting.

He frowned and looked at the turbulent milk sea in the human world, and couldn't help but feel a little helpless in his heart, the gods were determined to save Zhang Sen, and he couldn't stop it, otherwise the gods would definitely be resentful.

At this time, Sironaksha came.

He prostrated himself again before Brahma, but did not say anything.

"I understand your intentions, but I can't stop the gods." Brahma said lightly.

But Heroyaksha was unmoved, and still prostrate before him, firm as a rock, as if he would not get up without agreeing to help.

Brahma sighed helplessly: "They are just trying, whether they can create immortal nectar is still unknown, Zhang Sen will die in nine days, why are you so anxious?" ”

"If Zhang Sen doesn't die, the Asura will die, as the eldest of the Asuras, I have the responsibility to protect all the Asuras, I can't help but be anxious!" Sironyaksha said in a sad tone.

Brahma naturally knew that all this was an excuse, but Heroyaksha was right about one thing, Zhang Sen did not die, and Asura would die.

It's a very simple multiple-choice question, it's like a train driving to a forked track, Brahma holds the button, and if you don't press it, the Asura will die, and if you press it, Zhang Sen will die.

No matter how bad Asura's is, he is still his descendant, and Zhang Sen is just an outsider after all.

"This is the venom of Bosuji, you mix the venom into the sea of milk, and the immortal nectar will become mortal poison, go!" Brahma took out a small bottle, put it next to it and said lightly.

After he finished speaking, he ignored Geroniaksha and stared blankly at the milk sea in the human world, as if he had become an old man with Alzheimer's disease.

With a happy face, Hellonyaksha quickly put the bottle away and said, "Thank you, Brahma, I love you from the bottom of my heart!" ”

He got up and left Brahma's palace quickly, already thinking about how to pour the venom into the sea of milk, and it had to be poured quietly, maybe it would be able to make the greedy gods suffer a big loss.

There are no secrets in the world of Hindu mythology, and the news of Zhang Sen's injury and death soon spread to the four continents through the mouth of the priest.

Runero was very withdrawn and always practiced in the mountains.

When he learned the news, it was already the third day that the gods had stirred the sea of milk, and he immediately ran without sleep, and it took a day of the world to reach the sea of milk.

He found Xingha, who was resting on Chagil's back, and after understanding the situation, he also used his mana and flew to the side of the gods to help.

"No, it's too slow!"

He followed the gods to pull Shesha's body, looking at the waves below, and couldn't help but secretly say in his heart.

Although both sides are working very hard, the efficiency of stirring the milk sea has not been improved much, and if you want to get the nectar of immortality, it may not take a hundred years for such an efficiency, but it will take at least fifty years.

But they only have five days now, and once five days have passed, even if they create immortal nectar, there is no point in making immortal nectar.

"Damn, there is not enough time, what can I do to save Master?"

Runero frowned, constantly thinking about countermeasures, and suddenly his eyes lit up and flew away quickly.

In his early years, he ran around and found a lot of mineral deposits, but before he didn't care about them at all and didn't know what these deposits were for, but now he had an idea.

In fact, his idea was very simple, that is, to make a huge electric engine from iron and copper ore, and then ask Indra to stir up the milk sea, which he believed would be much more efficient than the primitive method used by the gods.

In fact, he learned a lot on Earth, but it wasn't the most precious thing.

The most valuable thing he gained was that this knowledge made him understand that with the right tools, he could often do more with less.

Although he is not yet the God of Destruction, he has already mastered all the abilities he should have.

He used his divine power to melt a mountain in an instant, and then quickly extracted the iron ore that had already been liquefied.