Chapter 665: Difficult Multiple-Choice Question

There was nowhere to hide on this plain, only the chaotic stone array or the mountains were safe havens. But these two happened to be behind the Thunder-Qing beast!

The environment of the Fu Realm is extremely harsh, and this kind of sandstorm is not friendly to all living creatures. If they want to survive, they must rush to the shelter as soon as possible! Under the pressure of the endless sand wall behind, the beast tide charged directly at the Thunder-Qing beast nest. By this point, they didn't need the "encouragement" of those few monsters at all.

The Thunder-Qing beast clan was strong, but couldn't hold on in the face of the overwhelming number of opponents, and was beaten back step by step.

But behind was the nest, and they had nowhere to retreat.

The Thunder-Qing giant beast lord let out a long roar, almost standing upright.

Two giant pillar-like forelimbs slammed heavily on the ground.

Another thunder wave shot out, this time rushing in all directions, but the range didn't spread, only covering the entire nest.

That dazzling blue light shield was particularly eye-catching in the dim world.

Other Thunder-Qing beasts turned and drilled into the barrier, heads facing out and tails facing in, using their thick bodies to form a defensive circle.

As soon as He Lingchuan saw this formation, he understood that they were guarding something.

However, the barrier had limited range after all, and only more than a hundred of the two hundred Thunder-Qing beasts could stand in, and the rest had to stay outside the boundary.

They were helpless, only turning to face the surging beast tide, letting out a final roar.

They were also one of the lines of defense for the clansmen.

That roar reached the high ground, sounding even more tragic. But the hunters had already stopped watching the fun, and ran toward the stone mountains behind one after another.

The battle ahead was exciting, but their own lives were the most important.

This mountain had been polished by wind and sand for years, eroding into holes like a beehive. Although there were no deep caves, it was already the best shelter for everyone at the moment.

What they had to do was to quickly turn to the leeward side of the mountain and find a suitable hole.

But several teams had gloomy faces, worried.

The Shuzhu they collected was not enough, and they were afraid that someone wouldn't survive this sandstorm.

At this time, a hunter came out, holding a small bag: "There are fifty Shuzhu here, three for one floating stone, does anyone want them?"

No matter how tight the supplies are, there will always be people who are well-off.

Others roared: "Three for one, you are truly black-hearted!"

Shuzhu is something that is all over the Fu Realm and originally easy to pick up, this kid dares to take three to exchange for a floating stone? How can this mouth be opened? "Three for one, three for one, first come first served." The hunter ignored them, "Who wants it? The next batch will increase in price!"

Before he finished speaking, He Lingchuan grabbed a small bag: "I want them all!"

Although the Chiyan people felt it was expensive, He Lingchuan's status was special, and they were really short of Shuzhu, so they took out their money one after another, and gathered the floating stones needed for the transaction in less than a few breaths.

These floating stones were deep and light in color, and the total price was about one hundred and fifty ranks. He Lingchuan didn't care about the life or death of others, of course, his own team had to be guaranteed first. Besides, the two major powerhouses were fighting below, and there would be plenty of floating stones to pick up after the sandstorm, so it was really cost-effective to exchange them for life-saving things first.

Willing to give up, willing to give up, only then can you gain. It's a pity that most people's brains couldn't turn around in a short time.

One hundred and fifty floating stones, if sold to the Lingxu official in normal times, could immediately make a fortune.

In the blink of an eye, the goods and money were cleared, the hunter smiled from ear to ear, and took out another pocket: "Thirty Shuzhu, two for one floating stone, who wants it?"

This time it was two for one.

He Lingchuan shook his head and said to his teammates: "Go, find a good place to squat."

The leeward holes were deep and shallow, and if you went early, you could pick early.

The good positions were almost picked out, and latecomers were endless, so the Chiyan people didn't pick carefully, and drilled into a cave, one zhang deep and two zhang wide, like a wide-open big mouth.

This depth wasn't enough, but everyone didn't complain, drilled in, and started to set up the formation.

The Grass Sea event had been held for hundreds of years, and the contestants had long ago bought a set of plans with blood lessons. The best way to deal with the sandstorm at the moment was the wind-fixing formation.

The Chiyan people brought a set of nine copper talismans, placed in the cave according to the position. Once activated, the hurricane attack suffered by the cave could be greatly reduced.

Of course, this consumes mysterious crystals. The more violent the wind, the greater the consumption of the formation.

Speaking of mysterious crystals, He Lingchuan remembered the fruit greenhouse that the Ke family gave him. It's a pity that this treasure cannot be put into the storage ring during the cultivation period, otherwise, bringing it to the Fu Realm to catalyze Shuzhu would also be excellent.

While helping to set up the formation, He Lingchuan had to be distracted to watch the high ground.

Most teams had found places to hide from the wind, and some agile Danube beasts also rushed up, squeezing into the caves with the hunters.

As for the hunter who sold Shuzhu, the second bag of Shuzhu was also sold out.

If He Lingchuan were him, he would stop while he was ahead. It's a pity that this person took out another bag of Shuzhu in the blink of an eye, this time it was ten, requiring one for one to exchange for floating stones.

The remaining teams had no patience, and seeing that Team Leader Zhou and others had already found caves to hide, they wouldn't come to mix in their transactions, so they simply made a move to rob.

Two teams of twelve people fought in a mess.

The third team saw this, exchanged a look, and joined in.

At the critical moment of life and death, no one held back.

In just a few dozen breaths, three died and seven were injured.

That hunter was the target of public criticism, at least three or four people attacked him at the same time, and he didn't hold on for ten breaths before he died. His teammates also died two, and the rest surrendered under the siege, handing over all the items on the dead.

Including Shuzhu, as well as floating stones and all survival supplies.

He Lingchuan watched from the cave, silent, his face gloomy in the dim light.

The reaction of other participating teams was exactly the same as his.

Too many monks and too little porridge, and in the end, it was this situation.

Someone must become the price for others to survive.

This chaotic fight lasted for a very short time, because the sandstorm was already right in front of them. All living people rushed into the stone cave against time, leaving only three corpses outside.

And then, the sandstorm came.

He Lingchuan had also experienced sandstorms in the original world, but compared with the Fu Realm, it was a dog beside a giant elephant.

The sandstorm covered the sky and the earth.

There were no near, middle, or far views, He Lingchuan only saw flying sand in front of him, and could only hear the surging wind and thunder in his ears.

Heaven and earth are yellow, is this what it means? He also saw purple-red electric balls, bent into arbitrary shapes in the sandstorm.

In the cave, the nine copper talismans for wind-fixing were all emitting faint white light.

The barrier divided the inside and outside into two worlds. Although the Chiyan people in the cave were also blown into a mess, it was incomparable to the outside world. He Lingchuan saw with his own eyes the three corpses on the ground, which were washed and polished by several rounds of wind and sand. The clothes rotted first, and then the skin and muscles...

In just a quarter of an hour, the corpses were polished by the wind knives and sand wheels until only a little white bone was left. When the wind blew, the bones drifted away, and no one knew where they went.

He Lingchuan secretly said "damn" in his heart, this sandstorm was too fierce, its power was almost catching up with the Zi-Wu Divine Wind of the Wind Demon Mountain!

A teammate stood up: "I'll stand guard, you meditate!"

Everyone didn't pretend, checked the Shuzhu, and started to enter meditation.

During the storm, nothing else could be done.

Seizing the time to meditate can relieve the fatigue of long-distance trekking and restore physical strength. After all, tracking the beast tide under the condition of more than three times gravity is originally a high-intensity physical activity.

After this round of storm, everyone goes down to clean up the battlefield, and there will inevitably be a fierce battle.

Secondly, meditation can slow down breathing and save Shuzhu. Originally, eight were needed per hour, now maybe six, or even five are enough. What is saved is life.

Everyone took turns, changing shifts every quarter of an hour.

Although the gale was making trouble and outside the cave was a forbidden zone, who knew if anyone could drill over to rob things? The sentry still had to be diligent.

Now the Chiyan people had three hundred and fifty-two Shuzhu, which could last for five hours at most.

At least it could last until after the sandstorm ended.

Outside the cave, there was only yellow sand, and time passed extremely slowly.

He Lingchuan finally experienced the unfriendliness of the Fu Realm to human visitors. Here, even meditation had to be interrupted every quarter of an hour. He didn't want to use mysterious crystals, only swallowing small pills refined from Emperor Flowing Pulp.

An hour passed.

Two hours passed.

The sandstorm showed no signs of weakening.

Everyone's heart sank: bad.

Where is the weather in the Fu Realm so easy to predict?

By the time the wind force began to weaken significantly, this sandstorm had lasted for a full three and a half hours! The wind speed outside the cave dropped, and visibility rose.

Everyone covered their faces with headscarves and covered their mouths and noses, rushing out before the wind and sand stopped completely.

Time is life, people who dare to enter the Fu Realm, how can they be so delicate?

He Lingchuan ran past several caves, seeing blood and dead people inside—

Some teams originally didn't have enough Shuzhu, and the sandstorm was unexpectedly long. Then it was inevitable that self-elimination would take place in the cave.

Everyone needs thirty or forty Shuzhu, but if he dies, these pearls are divided equally among teammates, and the hope of everyone's survival becomes greater.

This might be a difficult multiple-choice question, but dying one is better than dying a nest, right? The Chiyan people were moved, but at the same time secretly grateful to He Lingchuan.

Thanks to his decisive purchase of Shuzhu earlier, everyone didn't have to make such a choice.

Compared with life, what is a little floating stone? There are plenty below! At this time, there was still a gale blowing on his face, but the power was far less than before, and everyone could barely cope by supporting their protective true Qi.

Seeing the scene on the wilderness, someone couldn't help but whistle long: "My goodness!"

Having survived the difficult three and a half hours, the survivors deserved a reward. But no one expected that the reward would be so generous!

The gale had basically passed, and corpses were everywhere in the chaotic stone array! The corpses of Danube beasts were piled into mountains, layer upon layer, almost filling the entire chaotic stone array. Most of them were covered by wind and sand, only revealing some outlines, looking like donkey rolls sprinkled with soybean flour.

Even the hunters of Lingxu City were well-informed, but at this moment they were still dumbfounded by the magnificent scene of death.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 666 =====