In Times of Danger, Listen to Brother Fang!

When the group had taken away the many treasures within the Ancient Temple, Fang Qing knew it was time to leave.

If they did not leave now, they might be finished.

The Crocodile Ancestor and his disciples and descendants were sealed beneath this Ancient Temple. Before long, they would emerge to hunt for food.

Fang Qing headed outside. Before he had gone far, he saw the entire Ancient Temple begin to shake. Then the Buddhist Six-Syllable Mantra rang out: "Om, ma, ni, ba, mi, hum..."

The grand Buddhist chant resounded through the heavens, shaking the sky. Heaven and earth, in all eight directions, trembled.

The compassionate, solemn, profound, and mysterious Chan chant was incomparably vast, as though it would wash away all filth and cleanse the mortal world.

It was practically a divine miracle. Seeing such a sight, all the students were too shocked to speak.

Before they could say much, every artifact they had found in the Ancient Temple, whether intact or damaged, burst into light at the same moment, as though displaying the power they had once possessed.

Every one of them was a peerless Divine Weapon. Even now, they still possessed immense divine power.

"What... is going on?"

"Have we really arrived in a world of cultivation? Did we reach some powerful sect that has since declined?"

"Could these things we obtained be the magical treasures from the legends?"

"And what is that? Why has the Ancient Temple collapsed, and even that ancient tree shattered? What does this all mean? Could it be an ominous sign?"

Many students were deeply shaken, their minds filled with questions. Looking at the Buddhist Treasures blazing in their hands, then at the destroyed Ancient Temple and Ancient Buddha, they felt this world was far too unfamiliar. They also felt that some of Fang Qing's earlier guesses seemed to have been true.

Their classmate Fang Qing seemed to truly possess some skill.

Following such a mysterious classmate might just give them a better chance of surviving.

At that moment, many students saw Fang Qing heading back, and quite a few chose to follow him.

Others hesitated, but now that the Ancient Temple had collapsed and everything farther away was shrouded in mist, searching for more treasures could easily lead to a death with no burial place. Thus, they followed Fang Qing back as well.

A distance of one thousand meters was neither far nor near. Before long, everyone returned to where the Nine Dragons Pulling Coffin rested.

Many people looked at the Green Lamp in Fang Qing's hand with burning desire in their eyes. But when they saw Ye Fan and Pang Bo beside him, those thoughts faded.

During this trip to the Ancient Temple, Fang Qing had obtained an ancient Bronze Lamp and six Prayer Beads, all intact treasures. He had truly made a killing.

Ye Fan had obtained the Bodhi Seed and an Alms Bowl, which were equally intimidating.

Pang Bo had obtained a bronze plaque and a Vajra Pestle. Both magical treasures looked immensely formidable. Standing there, he resembled a Buddhist guardian vajra, someone not to be provoked.

Wang Ziwen and Zhou Yi had each obtained a Buddhist Treasure as well, and both had a good relationship with Fang Qing.

For a time, Fang Qing and his small group became the largest force among the students. It would not have been impossible for them to establish a hierarchy of rule right then.

Yet Fang Qing did not do so. His gaze turned toward the path back. Suddenly, he blew lightly, and a flame from the Bronze Lamp in his hand pierced through the air, burning a beast that had launched a surprise attack into ashes.

"What's happening?"

"What was that?"

"What came over here? Could it be a demonic beast?"

"Damn it, I haven't even gotten a magical treasure, and demonic beasts are already attacking?"

"Fang Qing, save me!"

Many students' expressions changed drastically as they sensed intense danger. Those who had not obtained Buddhist Treasures were especially terrified, afraid that they would lose their lives here.

"Those with Buddhist Treasures, stand on the outside and form a circle. Those without Buddhist Treasures, get inside the circle. Be careful of demonic beast attacks."

Fang Qing's voice rang out as he issued his orders.

At a time like this, once someone stepped forward to lead, the others would naturally follow that person's commands.

Everyone who had obtained a Buddhist Treasure immediately formed a circle at Fang Qing's words, while those without Buddhist Treasures hurried inside, their faces full of terror.

Everyone stared ahead. At last, someone saw tiny creatures racing toward them from the distance. They were no more than ten centimeters long and as thick as a finger. They resembled snakes, yet were not snakes; they looked like crocodiles, but had no legs, their undersides smooth and bare, their bodies covered in black scales.

Countless little creatures rushed toward them from afar, seeking to devour Fang Qing and the others alive.

"Die!"

Seeing that some people were afraid even of these small ferocious beasts, Fang Qing blew again. A streak of fire flew from the Bronze Lamp, piercing the space ahead with tremendous force and directly burning several little ferocious beasts to death.

"Everyone, activate the Buddhist Treasures in your hands and kill these damned demonic beasts! By the way, Brother Fang, how do we activate these Buddhist Treasures? Do we need to drip blood on them? Perform a blood sacrifice?"

Seeing Fang Qing strike and kill several little ferocious beasts, Pang Bo let out a roar. However, he still did not know how to activate the magical treasure in his hand.

Just as he was about to ask, the Vajra Pestle in his hand suddenly erupted with hundreds and thousands of bolts of lightning. Electric radiance danced through the air, making Pang Bo seem like the Thunder God descending into the world.

Lightning filled the area, completely covering Pang Bo's body. It was as though he wore a suit of battle armor woven from lightning. He looked magnificent and imposing, with arcs of electricity coiling around him like a god of thunder and lightning.

Countless bolts of lightning shot outward, killing one ferocious beast after another.

"Hahaha, hahaha! These Buddhist Treasures activate themselves! There's no need for a blood sacrifice at all!"

Pang Bo wished he could rush out at once and launch a counterattack, but he also knew that he had to protect his classmates. If he got carried away and charged out, the students without Buddhist Treasures would suffer heavy casualties.

"Looks like we've encountered some low-level demonic beasts. With these Buddhist Treasures, we can definitely wipe them out!"

Brilliant golden light surged from Wang Ziwen. His entire body was enveloped in golden radiance, as though he had put on a thick suit of golden battle armor. It was dazzling.

As Wang Ziwen spoke and raised everyone's morale, the Damaged Bell in his hand gently swayed. A grand sound emerged from it, and the golden light also came from it.

The divine bell suppressed the world, and the little demonic beasts attacking them were all annihilated.

"For now, we'll hold our ground here. I doubt these little things can break through our defenses."

Fang Qing spoke again. By now, everyone had reached the location of the Nine Dragons Pulling Coffin. Each of them wielded their magical treasures, protecting themselves and the students in the inner circle.

Those little demonic beasts, as Fang Qing called them, were actually the Lesser Divine Crocodiles, descendants of the Crocodile Ancestor. They continued charging forward madly, growing ever more numerous, as though they would never stop until Fang Qing and the others were killed.

Fang Qing continued attacking. The Buddhist Treasures from the Ancient Temple were still extremely effective, capable of striking groups of enemies and sweeping away large swaths at once.

The many students with Buddhist Treasures formed a tight defensive line, keeping every student alive.

Not a single person died to the ferocious beast attacks.

Then, from the place where the Ancient Temple had once stood, an earth-shaking roar suddenly erupted. It was as though some primordial colossal beast had broken free from its seal. Its might was enough to shake the stars and moon, roar down mountains and rivers, and make people's souls tremble uncontrollably.

The Crocodile Ancestor seemed about to break free.