Chapter 425 A Few More People Come to Die

Yan Beitang was meditating on the spot, with a spear stained with blood stuck in it. His clothes were in tatters, and he looked listless.

The other teachers were also gathered around, looking outside with vigilance. A circular cover trapped all the teachers. Fish patterns were swimming on the blood-red cover, and waves were rising one after another, which looked very strange.

Zhu Wenxiang said: "Teacher Yan, please think of a way. We can't be trapped here. Those students are still outside."

Luo Yunxia comforted and said: "Don't worry, my hexagram has been calculated. Our lives are not in danger for the time being. Those children have a little trouble, but it can be easily solved."

"Hey, I'm sorry for everyone. I accidentally fell into the cultist's conspiracy and implicated everyone." Guo Dongjie said guiltily. The Chinese tunic suit on his body was still so clean and tidy, but the look on his face was particularly sad.

Yan Beitang stood up, walked to him and patted his shoulder.

"It's okay, I don't blame you. I took the initiative to bring you in. I am responsible for everything that happened. This formation has no effect. It just traps us, but it will continue to extract supernatural energy. We get weaker over time."

At this time, the voices of the cultists came from around the formation, and they seemed particularly proud.

"The extraordinary beings from the University of Warwick are nothing more than this. Such a simple formation can catch you all in one fell swoop. It won't be long before you have no energy left and will be used as blood sacrifices."

"Haha, Yan Beitang, Yan Beitang, I never thought that there would be a day like this where you would fall into my hands. I will definitely torture you. Don't beg for mercy then."

"Okay, please be quiet. The group of students is about to attack. Let our people stop them. The eggs in the canopy have not hatched yet. There must be no accident."

After saying this, there was no sound around anymore, but it made people extremely worried.

Guo Dongjie grabbed his hair and said, "What should we do? What should we do? We must inform those children that this is a trap. Although their courage to save their teachers is very sincere and touching, they cannot give away their lives in vain."

The female teacher wearing black armor said: "Don't worry, since they can break in, it means they have that strength. There are still a few students who are not weaker than us, plus the few evil spirits that Teacher Yan killed before." Believers, there shouldn’t be many people on the other side now.”

Yan Beitang said: "I have also seen this formation, called the Demon Blood Formation. It uses the blood of the deceased as a guide to continuously create illusions. Once it comes into contact with the formation wall, it will be difficult to get out, and it will continue to absorb energy. Provides the activity of the formation itself, so I ask you to stay here and not act rashly."

Zhu Wenxiang said: "It's not a problem for us to be trapped here. Is there a way to break the formation?"

"Sometimes you have to break it from the outside, or you can easily crack things that are difficult for ordinary people to understand by using the non-contact principle of the scientist profession, but none of our teachers are scientists."

"Well, there's nothing we can do about it."

"It seems that all we can do is pray for those students and hope that they can get here safely."

There was no joy on the faces of the more than thirty teachers here, and they fell into an inexplicable sad atmosphere.

Yan Beitang sat back on the ground and kept wiping the spear in his hand with a white cloth.

"Teacher Luo, what do you mean by the glimmer of hope? Could it be Li Xiaoming..."

Luo Yunxia just smiled and said: "There is a future here that even I cannot understand. According to the vague hint, maybe it is related to him. No one will really die, and we will be together forever in dreams."

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Outside the formation, Tang Wei looked at the formation cautiously. This formation was so unpredictable that even a second-level expert might not be able to break it.

But he had fought against Yan Beitang, and he knew that man's strength. He could let him escape at any time, and there would be no chance of catching him next time. If he didn't stay here, he would never let go.

"We must stop those students. The energy nodes here are in chaos. The sealed evil god is about to break out of his cocoon. There must be no trouble at this time. Do you understand?"

"I understand that I will never let those students get here."

"Haha, it's time to bully those young people."

Tang Wei watched his men go away gradually, and suddenly felt his heart skip a beat. He looked at the trees with surprised eyes. For some reason, he always felt like someone was passing by him.

But he didn't think much about it. After all, the most important thing right now was to keep an eye on Yan Beitang and his group.

The scarlet building has ninety-nine floors, and almost every floor is heavily guarded. The higher you go, the tighter the guards become.

But the fighting power of those students was so fierce that they were like breaking bamboo. They killed the cultists and left nothing behind.

Each and every one of them looked murderous, even more terrifying than the cultists. The cultists were often surrounded and beaten by human sea tactics, and they experienced what true cruelty was.

"If we have the ability, we will challenge each other." The cultist lay on the ground and glanced at the group of students with resentful eyes.

As a result, he was slapped over by the student, and he cursed: "Damn, you let so many bugs come here, and you still have the nerve to challenge me."

"Why do I feel like the combat power of this cultist is not as good as those insect cannon fodder?"

"Don't worry about these problems. Beat him hard until he is dead. The doctor should not come over to help him in a daze, pick up the poison and pour it into his mouth. Let him survive and not die."

"Fuck, you killed so many of our classmates. I want revenge. For the honor of the emperor, let me chop twice first!"

In the end, this poor cultist, who didn't know which sect he belonged to, was first given a dose of poison, and then chopped into meat paste. His death was extremely tragic.

After all, the cultists sent only more than 3,000 people this time, and they were scattered in this space to prevent more students from flooding in.

There were only about 200 people guarding Scarlet Jianmu, but they were all extremely powerful elites. Together with the mutated insect soldiers, they could only barely block the students for a while.

Jiang Jinghong was calculating the situation ahead, when he suddenly felt disturbed. The thread of fate seemed to be cut off. It seemed that there were fortune tellers among the cultists. The abilities of both sides canceled each other out, making it impossible to predict what would happen next.

"The opponent's fortune teller interfered with my calculations, but I also counterattacked an army, and the opponent also lost its effect. Now everyone is 'blind'."

Mo Wenji said: "This is good, but it is beneficial to us. This is the opponent's home field advantage. Although we have the advantage in personnel, we lack time. Now we have reduced our worries and can go ahead and kill him until everything is dark."

Wan Wen said: "I didn't expect that a scholar like you would have such a strong murderous intention. Did you choose the wrong career?"

Mo Wenji joked: "Haha, the literary power can bring peace to the world with the pen, and the military power can settle the world! This is the goal that a scholar should spend his whole life to achieve. It is an honor to fight side by side with you now." "

Ci Ren came over and glanced at everyone. "I have something to discuss with you. No, I should just tell you, whether you agree or not."

"What on earth is going on?"

"You have also seen that our magician profession is not favored by others, and it will get in the way during battle. So it is better to form a special assault force, penetrate the enemy's heart like another person, and decapitate him."

"Isn't that what the assassin profession is supposed to do?"

Ci Ren laughed at himself and said: "Assassins are no longer good at killing people, so we have to pick our own people."

Jiang Jinghong said excitedly: "I won't agree. The magicians are already very dangerous. You will also be mentally disturbed in this strange space. Once you leave the spiritual boundary between the dream master and the believer, you are very likely to lose your mind and degenerate into a degenerate." monster."

"Don't worry, as long as you take the spiritual potion, you can maintain your sanity. However, when fighting, you need to worry about the safety of the people around you, so it's a bit troublesome. Why don't we go up first and kill everyone before meeting back. This is also what we magicians The consensus was reached through discussions.”

They watched the remaining magicians gather around. None of them spoke, but their eyes were so sincere.

Obviously, it is difficult for them to endure the glare of the people around them, and they are ready to radiate their residual heat and make some contributions. This is the fate of extraordinary people, and it is also the tragedy of the magician profession.