RNP Chapter 6 The Divine Crocodile Attacks, People's Hearts Divided
Chapter 6 The Divine Crocodile Attacks, People's Hearts Divided
Lu Sheng wouldn't mind letting a few more of these classmates survive.
It's bad to be overly charitable, but it's even worse to have no kindness at all.
Otherwise, what difference would there be between them and those self-destructive supreme beings who instigated dark turmoil, and the strange creatures above the heavens?
He has the capacity and doesn't mind lending a hand.
If not, then forget it. Better to die for your fellow Daoist than for me.
His moral bottom line has always been flexible.
Lu Sheng's suggestion was naturally endorsed by those who had nothing to offer.
Those who possessed Buddhist artifacts showed slight dissatisfaction on their faces.
That's normal; people are selfish.
Especially for those who have graduated from university for three years and have experienced the ups and downs of society, people's minds are turning to change.
It's not that college students are inherently innocent, but when a group of people spend every day together and then reunite after three years apart, it's naturally difficult for their relationship to be as close as before.
The crowd began to discuss it incessantly, and it was clear that the majority of opinions favored sharing the Buddhist artifacts.
There are many people who don't have Buddhist artifacts, and not everyone who does have them is selfish.
Most importantly, they haven't encountered a crisis yet, and they haven't reached their limit of hunger, so they naturally won't fight desperately for food.
Some people disagreed, thinking that Lu Sheng was just bragging and how could you know there was danger?
But at that moment, the distant sky suddenly turned grayish-red, and someone looked up and cried out in terror.
"It's a Martian storm!"
Mars is constantly swept by strong winds.
Seeing this, Lu Sheng no longer hesitated and told Pang Bo to take down the plaque. Anyway, keeping it wouldn't be able to suppress anything, and the Crocodile Ancestor wasn't that useless.
He began to retreat towards the direction of the Nine Dragons Coffin, muttering to himself as he went:
"In Buddhist scriptures, the demon suppressed on the first level below the Great Thunderclap Temple is called Crocodile Ancestor."
"Before the appearance of the crocodile ancestor, a group of small creatures called divine crocodiles often appear first. They are as small as a finger, but they move as fast as bullets."
"Do you think the holes in those skulls are from a gunshot wound, or something else? It's so hard to guess."
"That's all I have to say. I'll burn paper money for you when you die."
No sooner had he finished speaking than a dark light shot out from the ground, as if to stop his escape.
Boom!
A muffled thunderclap echoed from the void, and the broken vajra emanated divine power, forcefully killing the little divine crocodile with overwhelming force.
Lu Sheng said helplessly, "What bad luck."
Unexpectedly, Lu Sheng's words were confirmed, and thinking of the pits in the pile of white bones, no one hesitated anymore.
Everyone scrambled to touch their companion's Buddhist artifact.
But eventually, some people fell behind and were pierced by the resurrected crocodiles, collapsing to the ground.
The shock of losing a living person dispelled everyone's confusion.
They had only one thought in mind: run, run for their lives!
The Martian storm struck, but was blocked by a transparent shield centered on the five-colored altar.
Countless dark lights shot out from underground.
As if waking from a deep sleep, the divine crocodiles launched one deadly attack after another.
clang!
Someone held a broken bronze bell, the sound of which resonated, and his body was covered with an illusory golden holy armor, making him appear as if he were immune to all magic.
The ancient bronze lamp in Ye Fan's hand was activated, and as it swayed gently, sparks burned the attacking divine crocodile to death.
The group had no time to care about anything else. Following Lu Sheng's instructions, they shared the Buddhist artifacts for protection and fled towards the Five-Colored Altar.
Only if the Nine Dragons Coffin sets sail again will they have any hope of escaping.
But this is just an appetizer.
As a group of people sprinted a thousand meters, panting, they arrived in front of the Nine Dragons Coffin. The five-colored altar was lit up, constantly absorbing the surrounding energy, attempting to take off again, while the transparent shield continued to recede.
Even in this time of crisis, some people did not forget to fight amongst themselves.
Of the Buddhist artifacts, only three were intact, among which the ancient lamp held by Ye Fan was the most extraordinary.
When Lu Sheng first spoke of it, some people didn't take it seriously, but now that they've experienced a personal crisis, everyone understands the value of Buddhist artifacts.
Holding a better Buddhist artifact would undoubtedly increase one's chances of survival.
It was Liu Yunzhi, who still had a conflict with Ye Fan. The other party gestured with his eyes, and soon people near him began to talk quietly.
Outside the protective barrier, a storm raged; inside, people's hearts were restless.
One of the male students who had been escorted back by Ye Fan earlier, after exchanging words with someone, quietly moved toward Ye Fan, who was observing from the edge of the protective barrier.
When he got close enough, he suddenly pushed Ye Fan away, while simultaneously trying to snatch the bronze lamp from Ye Fan's hand with his other hand.
People's hearts are yearning for change.
Lu Sheng sighed. Ye Fan was quick-witted and prepared. He took two steps to the side and lifted the male classmate up with a thud with his right hand.
The barbarian's talent is not just for show.
The hot-tempered Pang Bo immediately flew into a rage, rushed over, stretched out his large hands, grabbed the other man, and shouted, "You heartless bastard, have you forgotten who just shared the bronze lamp with you and protected your life?!"
Pang Bo got angrier and angrier as he spoke, and slapped him several times across the face.
At this point, a rational person stepped forward and advised, "Let it go, we're all classmates, let's talk it out."
One after another, people offered such advice. Ye Fan took in everyone's expressions and, seeing that he couldn't get Liu Yunzhi to step forward, he spoke up:
"Pang Bo, let him go."
At Ye Fan's urging, Pang Bo let go.
Ye Fan, however, did not. He carried the ungrateful wretch like a chick to the edge of the altar, revealing his snow-white teeth and smiling brightly.
"Tell me, why did you hurt me?"
"If you don't tell me, I'll throw you out."
The ingrate tried to defend himself in fear, and some male and female classmates tried to dissuade him, but Pang Bo stood there carrying the plaque like a door god.
Lu Sheng, amused by the sight, also stepped forward, brandishing a vajra to intimidate people.
With a sudden swing, he created a large hole in the ground, startling those who wanted to remain objective and rational, causing them to stop in their tracks.
There are also differences in quality among Buddhist artifacts.
Under Ye Fan's interrogation, the ingrate finally broke down and screamed, "It was Li Changqing! Li Changqing made me do it!"
Li Changqing was one of Liu Yunzhi's gang members.
Upon hearing this, Pang Bo slammed the bronze plaque down on him without saying a word: "Li Changqing, you're fucking asking for death!"
"Go Pang Bo, kill him!"
As Lu Sheng clapped, he looked out at the protective shield of the five-colored altar. The storm was getting more and more intense, and the Crocodile Ancestor was about to emerge.
If the Five-Colored Altar wants to absorb energy to enable the Nine Dragons to pull the coffin, it will inevitably have to weaken the strength of the seal.
The seal on the Great Thunderclap Temple was already at its last gasp; everything was predetermined.
Fortunately, there is more than one seal. The Crocodile Ancestor has emerged from underground and cannot leave Mars for the time being.
Otherwise, the Earth next to us would be too big of a jerk.
Li Changqing was beaten up and his Buddhist artifact, the fish drum, was stolen. Despite various attempts by his classmates to persuade him, Ye Fan ultimately chose to hand it over to Zhang Ziling, whom he knew well.
Small groups already existed during university years, and now they are evolving into more formalized groups.
Birds of a feather flock together; people with different paths cannot make plans together.