A terrifying sandstorm swept across the entire world, and even though everyone was protected by the protective shield emitted by the five-color altar, they still felt frightened.
One by one, they sat slumped next to the huge five-color altar, and some were even leaned against the giant bronze coffin. The originally terrifying coffin now became their spiritual support.
Some students majoring in aeronautics and astronautics looked deeply at the terrifying storm and whispered: "If we were really on Mars, judging from the scientifically observed conditions on Mars, such sandstorms would blow up anytime, anywhere, and sometimes even
Lasts for several months.
Such a sandstorm can no longer be described by the earth's storm level. It far exceeds level ten. Anyone who falls into it will die. A Type 99 tank will be blown up if it falls into it."
This aerospace major student's face was pale. When he mentioned relevant professional knowledge, his face became radiant and he no longer felt so anxious.
Facing the frightened people, he even told a cold joke: "I thought such knowledge was useless, but I didn't expect that I would have the opportunity to witness the Martian storm with my own eyes. I can be considered the most special person in our space base."
He can tell jokes, but others can't tell them at all.
Arriving at the giant bronze coffin from the Great Leiyin Temple, twelve of their thirty classmates had already fallen.
Indeed, there were female classmates who were staring blankly at the corpse lying not far from them. Not long ago, it was a lively life, and it was the classmate they were most familiar with.
"Look, what is that?"
A female classmate pointed outside tremblingly, her voice was shrill and toneless, as if she might faint at any moment, and she immediately attracted everyone's attention.
Looking in the direction of his finger, a group of people took a deep breath.
In the terrifying sandstorm, a black tide spread silently. The body of a classmate was on their way. As the black tide passed by, he disappeared silently.
There was a faint sound of flesh being torn and bones being broken, which made a group of people's scalps explode. The more fragile female classmates even lay down on the five-color altar and vomited on the spot.
The densely packed black tide exists like earth's army ants, but they are not tiny ants, but crocodiles as thick as fingers and only a foot long.
This kind of crocodile has scales all over its body, short and thick hands and feet, and a streamlined body that looks more like a bullet than a crocodile, as if it is an atavism.
Their classmates had died inexplicably before, due to attacks from this terrifying creature.
Swish, brush, brush!
The crawling sounds were dense and continuous, and coupled with the sounds of countless scales clashing, not even the terrifying storm could cover up.
This time, a group of people turned pale.
People who own Buddhist utensils are no exception. They don't know much about the mysterious world of spiritual practice, and they are not sure whether the items left behind by the legendary Buddha and his former Bodhisattva can protect them.
"This coffin can move in the void. It should leave immediately. He didn't stay long when he was in Mount Tai. Why hasn't he left now?"
A group of people looked anxiously at the giant bronze coffin, and were surprised to find that little bits of fluorescence were blooming in the void. The five-color altar was blooming little by little, sinking into the ancient bronze coffin, and letting the patterns of the ancient bronze coffin light up little by little.
"It's absorbing energy. Just wait a little longer, and we'll be able to leave. Maybe we can return to our homeland."
A group of people waited anxiously, watching the patterns above the giant bronze coffin light up little by little. A metal-colored Tai Chi Bagua diagram condensed in the void, while the protective cover formed by the five-color altar shrank little by little, and finally only covered the five colors.
Altar area.
Outside the protective cover, densely packed small crocodiles completely covered the red sand.
The eyes of each little crocodile are cold and vicious, as if they have spirituality and want to drag people's souls into hell, making a group of people shudder.
"I once heard a living Buddha in Tibet say that in the mythical classics, there are eighteen levels of hell below the Daleiyin Temple. It was us who touched the sealing artifacts of the Daleiyin Temple and allowed the demons to break out of the seal.
,Are we going to die here?"
A female classmate screamed, almost in despair, crying so hard.
Above the head, the Tai Chi Bagua diagram has not been successfully condensed, and the cold and terrifying demon, like a crocodile that wants to swallow the human soul, is tearing open the barrier of the five-color altar bit by bit.
They seemed to be walking in a mire, although they were slowly but firmly moving forward.
The fastest little crocodile has already dug its head over and is staring at a group of people with its cold and malicious eyes.
"Is this the terrible demon that Tathagata Buddha suppressed under the Great Thunder Sound Temple?"
Ye Fan and Pang Bo were the boldest among the group. He stepped forward and tried to hold the crocodile in his hands and twist his head, but found that even with his terrifying brute strength, he could not
The little crocodile was harmed and almost knocked to the ground.
The crocodile, which is as big as a thumb, possesses strength that is completely incompatible with its body.
The ancient bronze lamp in Ye Fan's hand bloomed with little rays of light, sheltering Ye Fan in it and scattering a spark at the same time.
laugh!
A small spark fell on the crocodile, and suddenly a huge fire broke out, like two different substances, water and fire, like a spark falling into gasoline.
squeak!
The little crocodile let out a shrill scream and then turned into a ball of fireworks. A moment later, only a puddle of ashes was left.
The desperate group of people suddenly became excited.
"We can be saved. We can be saved. The figures holding Buddhist utensils can kill them. As long as we buy some time, we can get back alive."
Ye Fan also understood this and took the initiative to walk out of the crowd and stand in front.
He glanced at Tang Xuanming and Pang Bo and said, "You guys can stay! If some crocodiles escape and there are no corresponding Buddhist tools to protect them, there may be big problems."
Tang Xuanming nodded. He didn't have any Buddhist artifacts to begin with. The relic that appeared in his hand was just the light of Buddha nature that he used the purest spiritual nature to bloom.
In the world of the Supreme Being, the most special abilities of legendary characters are ubiquitous, but if you want to become a legend, the most important thing is to understand yourself and understand that you are yourself. No matter how powerful or weak you are, you can do anything.
If you have a clear mind and see your nature, you can see the Tathagata.
That's what makes legends truly powerful.
Tang Xuanming had no cultivation and no strength, but he still had such a state.
The realm of spiritual practice will not cease to exist due to the loss of power, it is still there.
The protective cover of the five-color altar shook more and more violently due to the absorption of the ancient bronze coffin and the impact of the crocodiles, and one crocodile after another passed through it.
Ye Fan was walking in front, blessed by the golden Buddha's light. The ancient bronze lamp in his hand scattered sparks one after another from time to time, igniting fireworks one after another on the ground, making one crocodile after another disappear into thin air.
Seen from the rear, he looks like a god descending into the world.
"How handsome!"
Pang Bo nodded in admiration and said with some regret: "It would be better if I were in front."
But the situation did not improve much because Ye Fan stepped forward. The barrier shook more and more fiercely, and there were more and more crocodiles. They also had wisdom. Seeing Ye Fan's power, they did not take the initiative to step forward, but chose to go around.
Road, pounced on Ye Fan's back.
The group of people behind suddenly changed their colors.