Chapter 227: Mist Bamboo (1/2)
Chapter 227: Mist Bamboo
Three Daoist master realm loose cultivators rushed to the altar practically at the same time, but instead of joining hands to break open the restriction of the stone coffin, they suddenly drew out their sword and began attacking each other.
With the inheritance of Paradise Realm in front of them, who didn’t want to monopolize it and who was willing to share it with others?
The ugliness of humanity was fully revealed at this moment.
Among the three loose cultivators, two quickly collapsed, suffering heavy injuries. When they were scheming against other people, they also fell in the scheme of other people. But, the fellow who survived wasn’t lucky, rather was even more sinister. The instant he rushed towards that altar, the other two loose cultivators had also rushed forward behind him. But, he deliberately fell half a step behind, then from behind, he inflicted those two loose cultivators heavy injuries, dodging their counterattack.
Most of the time, the final survivor wasn’t determined by the strength, better luck and even so-called goodness, rather determined by who was even more sinister and even more despicable. The so-called good person doesn’t live long but a bad person survives millennium disaster was this principle. If one wasn’t sinister and ruthless, how can one survive in the crowds of devils?
“Hahaha, the inheritance of this paradise realm is mine!”
The surviving loose cultivator roared with laughter. He was an eagle nosed, horse-faced middle-aged man. He appeared very shrewd and ruthless means. Now, his eyes were shining, but learning from the lesson of the first person, he didn’t directly rushed to the stone coffin, rather kicked the corpse of one loose cultivator flying towards that stone coffin.
The poisonous mist around the stone coffin immediately spread and seethed, then this loose cultivator who had just taken the last breath immediately changed into a skeleton. And at the same time, due to the collision, the lid of this stone coffin moved half an inch away, and the vibration became even more intense.
After that, this eagle nosed middle-aged man kicked the corpse of another loose cultivator flying.
Dong! Along with the muffled sound, the gap in the lid of stone coffin became even bigger and a trace of green light spilled out from inside the stone coffin. Moreover, from this gap, a plant that was three inches tall became visible. It was somewhat similar to a bamboo. It was completely green as if it was made up of green crystal stone, but its stem and leaves radiated flourishing vitality, apparently wasn’t a dead plant.
What is that?
A bamboo?
People were dumbfounded. Who would have thought that the inheritance of this paradise realm was a bamboo?
“Attack, together!”
“All of you, scram, this treasure is mine!”
………
Unexpected was unexpected, but someone quickly reacted and flew over to the altar.
Murong Zhuifeng didn’t utter a word. Now, he had no time to chase and kill already bloody Ye Chuan. He immediately turned around and rushed towards the altar at the end of this hall.
“Noble son Murong, noble son Murong……” Liu Hong stamped her leg and ferociously glared at Ye Chuan as she followed behind Murong Zhuifeng. This was such a good opportunity, but Ye Chuan still wasn’t killed, so she was very hateful in her heart!
The eagle nosed middle-aged man also came back to sense and he quickly pounced forward, stretching his hand towards the green bamboo inside the stone coffin. He wanted to be the first person to grab it.
But the poisonous mist surrounding the stone coffin seethed once again and submerged this eagle nosed middle-aged man. Then, along with a sad and shrill scream, this loose cultivator that survived the slaughter of before died in the midst of this poisonous mist after his flesh and blood were corroded inch by inch while still alive. His fate was even worse than those previous two loose cultivators.