Chapter 663: Difficult Multiple-Choice Question

The Frost Silver Beast might not be harder to fight than these two guys, but their whereabouts were mysterious, and He Lingchuan was entering the Fu Realm for the first time. Trying to find their whereabouts in the mountains was like looking for a needle in a haystack.

The further southwest they went, the wider the terrain, and the larger the beast group. From the original few hundred, it slowly gathered into thousands, and finally, the wilderness was densely packed, almost unable to see the original color of the land.

He Lingchuan roughly estimated that there must be ten thousand?

There were predators and prey here, each with irritable expressions, but all moving in one direction.

In the back of the huge beast group, there were a few small black dots, moving fast, almost impossible to capture with the naked eye.

Wherever they galloped, the beast group scrambled to squeeze forward.

It turned out that there was more than one kind of strange monster.

Experienced hunters like Team Leader Zhou also said in surprise: "They are actually grazing the Danube beast group."

These guys know how to detour, how to flank, and how to coordinate, cooperating seamlessly like hunting dogs.

For Danube beasts, it's unbelievable.

"See that white giant rock in front? Once you pass the white rock, you enter the territory of the Thunder-Qing giant beast."

He Lingchuan looked, and the surface of the ground there was dark, completely different from the colorful spots outside. Even occasionally, a little thunder snake flickered on the ground, exploding with blue-white light.

"Thunder-Qing beasts occasionally come over to patrol and reinforce their borders."

He Lingchuan noticed that he said Thunder-Qing beast, not "giant beast": "Are there many Thunder-Qing beasts?"

"Teams rarely enter here, and no one has counted them in recent years, but the number should be considerable. After all, their group gives birth to a lord, and they can get protection."

After passing the white boundary stone, thunderous sounds rang out on the plain, one after another.

The monsters driving the beast group were communicating with each other.

They almost accelerated at the same time.

Under this strange pressure, the beast tide across the mountains and plains began to accelerate and run, faster and faster.

Finally, it turned into a torrent, rolling forward.

The dust covered the sky and the sun.

Just then, a few new hunters arrived from behind, sweating profusely.

While joining the crowd, they brought a major piece of bad news:

"A sandstorm is coming."

He Lingchuan immediately heard a gasp from the crowd. Sandstorm? Is it very powerful? He looked into the distance and sure enough saw movement on the distant horizon.

Sand and dust danced in groups, and it seemed to be mixed with purple-red lightning, looking particularly dreamy.

Although very far away, He Lingchuan could already vaguely feel the pressure that was about to come.

Oh, the Fu Realm has almost no plants, once a sandstorm blows, that scale... tsk tsk.

The hunters wailed and cursed.

"Why is it so unlucky this time, the beast tide and the sandstorm all caught up!"

Team Leader Zhou roared: "Disperse, disperse, go collect Shuzhu quickly!"

There was no time to explain, everyone scattered in a rush, without needing a second reminder.

The Chiyan team also ran out quickly, and the teammate reminded He Lingchuan: "We collect Shuzhu, the faster the better, the more the better!"

Everyone dispersed, valleys, rocky hollows, wilderness, picking pearls wherever they saw them.

He Lingchuan humbly asked: "What's going on?"

"The sandstorm in the Fu Realm is not a joke, it blew once ten years ago and killed more than a hundred hunters!"

Can a sandstorm blow people to death? But the hunters entering the Fu Realm are not ordinary people, at least they are practitioners or monsters, and their ability to resist harsh natural environments is very strong.

"They weren't necessarily blown to death, but the duration of the sandstorm here is not short, often two or three hours!" The teammate bent down to pick pearls, while saying quickly, "Most people are suffocated to death because the Shuzhu can't be continued!"

He Lingchuan understood.

The key to their survival in the Fu Realm is Shuzhu, and once the sandstorm comes, it is very likely that they will all be blown away!

Then there will be two or three hours where they can't pick pearls.

Not to mention that Shuzhu grass lives on the ground, and it is clear at a glance that the root system is very shallow. Once the hurricane comes, it is afraid that it will be blown away, and the grass and Shuzhu will be gone together.

After a sandstorm, these outsiders' survival becomes a big problem.

Therefore, before the storm arrives, everyone must pick as much as possible and hoard enough Shuzhu for survival as soon as possible! He Lingchuan figured out the severity, and didn't dare to be slow, unfolding his swallow-return body technique and running around.

Each grass usually has three to seven Shuzhu, and it takes two or three hours to grow again after being harvested.

That is to say, from the beginning of the sandstorm to the time everyone survives the natural disaster and comes out to pick pearls again, there is at least an interval of five or six hours! Each hunter needs to consume eight Shuzhu per hour, and the survival needs for five or six hours require at least forty or more.

At this time, everyone realized something was wrong:

Previously, everyone was moving behind the beast tide, and these guys trampled countless Shuzhu grass when they marched. The vast plain was instead a barren land for harvesting. He Lingchuan ran for dozens of zhang, but only found two grasses.

Such a vast wilderness, yet there were few pearls and many people.

Trouble. He looked up at the northeast, and saw the sandstorm in the distance pushing forward, having long crossed the horizon.

In the barren land, its marching speed was much faster than a steed.

He Lingchuan buried his head in cutting, thanks to the swallow-return body technique, his hands and feet were more agile than others.

Originally, Fu Realm hunters had a convention: take pearls without hurting the grass.

In this way, after two or three hours, the Shuzhu grass could still produce pearls again. Otherwise, if the stem was broken, it would be unknown when the new plant would grow.

This is convenient for others and convenient for oneself.

But in the face of natural disasters, no one could care anymore, cutting the plant stem with one knife, harvesting the grass and pearls together was fast.

He Lingchuan was too fast, and in the time others picked three or four grasses, he had already cut ten.

There were only so many Shuzhu grasses on the plain, he picked more, and others had less. So other hunters were dissatisfied and roared at him: "Leave some for others, don't be too absolute!"

There happened to be three or four clusters of surviving Shuzhu grass in the stone cracks, He Lingchuan swung his knife like rain, cutting them all down in a swish.

That person was furious, and seeing that he was about to swing his axe over.

He Lingchuan threw two complete Shuzhu grasses over: "You are too slow."

That person subconsciously caught them, stunned, and He Lingchuan had already jumped away in two steps.

Time is precious, he didn't want to waste it in competition.

He was just about to pick the Shuzhu grass seven zhang away, these few clusters of small grass grew on the edge of the giant stone array, and were not trampled. But another hunter had already rushed over like a fly.

Looking at the distance, He Lingchuan gave up.

However, before he turned around, he saw this hunter actually retreating step by step, holding a big hammer with his head up.

Although He Lingchuan stood behind him and couldn't see his face, he could feel his muscles tense, extremely nervous.

He looked in the direction the person was staring at, and then saw a huge beast slowly pacing out from behind the giant stone array.

It was still that kind of unknown monster, but its body length reached more than three zhang (more than ten meters), and when it stood on its hind legs, its height could approach one zhang.

Once the body size is large, the pressure is completely different.

He Lingchuan and this monster were separated by one person, but when stared at by the yellow eyes, he still felt the coercion rushing toward his face.

That kind of look was both bloodthirsty and violent, and cunning and suspicious.

He Lingchuan even saw disdain.

Danube beasts actually have such high-IQ varieties? The most terrifying thing is that it was originally gray-black, and it was connected to the giant stone array, so even He Lingchuan didn't find it. After walking out step by step, the skin on its body quickly turned dark red with spots.

This thing even knows camouflage colors.

And the Lingxu City people entering the Fu Realm, whether it was the Tongxin Guard or the Forbidden Army, their Yuan power disappeared, and it was difficult to see through this kind of camouflage.

Different worlds, different laws, the Yuan power of the human world cannot be brought here.

The monster stared at the retreating hunter, but didn't chase, but stepped on the Shuzhu grass beside the stone.

It was hard for three or four small grasses to grow together, but it was trampled clean in one step, the pearls shattered with a clatter, and turned into Qi and disappeared.

The crowd who saw this scene: "......"

He Lingchuan was very sure that this monster was deliberately trampling the Shuzhu grass in front of everyone.

That is to say, it knew very well the importance of Shuzhu grass to human visitors.

And this kind of behavior itself had no benefit to it, but it still had to do it, clearly it was harming others without benefiting itself and just being happy.

Happy, revenge, malice, mockery—such complex emotions, were they really possessed by Danube beasts?

Immediately afterward, this monster walked over.

With such a huge body, under such high gravity conditions, there was no sound when moving, and the ground didn't tremble.

The hunter in front was pale, finally unable to withstand the pressure, turned and fled.

"Idiot!" Everyone else cursed when they saw this scene.

Turning and running in front of a fierce beast is not called fleeing for life, it's called provoking.

Provoking the giant beast's desire to kill is good for no one. Even in front of ordinary Danube beasts, you can't play like this, they will chase you all the same.

However, the giant beast just glanced at him lightly, indifferent.

It even made a turn and walked toward He Lingchuan.

His scalp was numb, why did this thing have to find him?

Looking up at this giant beast at close range, it was really a prey perspective, He Lingchuan's back hair stood up.

But this monster didn't pounce, just lowered its head and sniffed twice.

He Lingchuan even saw its nostrils flare, as if identifying some smell.

Fusheng was already in his hand, he tensed his whole body's muscles, ready to jump back at any time.

As a result, the giant beast snorted, shook its neck, turned its head, and went away.

In the blink of an eye, it chased after the beast tide and disappeared, its huge body actually running with a sense of lightness.

The hunter who had just escaped a disaster looked at its disappearing back and muttered: "Could it be a lord-level one?"

It gave people such strong pressure, but no one was sure if this was a new lord of the Fu Realm, unless they fought.

None of the people present wanted to, and they went to pick pearls again.

He Lingchuan was muttering in his heart, why would the giant beast pay attention to him?

Just as everyone was busy, the sandstorm was getting closer.

At this time, both Danube beasts and hunters had entered the territory of the Thunder-Qing beast and continued to move southwest.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 664 =====