At this time, a group of monks came flying on swords in the distance, led by the dean and the vice-dean. When they saw the scene in front of the dense forest, they were slightly startled because they recognized one of them as President Gong of the Black Market.
In an instant, two people came behind them first.
"President Gong, why are you here?" asked the dean, his eyes falling on the two dead Jindan monks on the ground. At the same time, he faintly heard the rumble of battle coming from the dense forest.
"You guys are here too?" President Gong was slightly surprised when he looked at the dean, especially the monks who followed him one after another. He didn't expect that he would ask all the mentors of the academy to come to his rescue. It's just...
"We rushed here after receiving the news. We saw Fengjiu inside, but I'm afraid we can't get in right now. Look." He gestured to look at the dense forest in front, and the strong airflow surging in the air.
"There are four Nascent Soul Peak masters inside. The pressure from the Nascent Soul Peak was fully released, covering the entire dense forest. The most important thing is that within the pressure from the Nascent Soul Peak masters, there is also a..."
Having said this, President Gong hesitated, looked at the dense forest in front of him, and said nothing more.
The dean and the deputy dean looked inside, and at the same time they sensed that, in addition to the pressure from the peak Nascent Soul master he mentioned, there was also a breath of... an ancient mythical beast!
Is it Fengjiu's natal contracted beast? Is his natal contracted beast actually an ancient mythical beast
Suppressing the shock in their hearts, the two looked at each other, and then heard the instructors surrounding them exclaim.
"Hiss! With such a strong spiritual energy fluctuation, can Fengjiu still be alive?"
"The pressure contained in these spiritual energy currents actually shocked us..."
"This is the pressure from a peak Nascent Soul cultivator!" The four academy elders said in unison. Sending out four peak Nascent Soul cultivators to kill a student? This is indeed a big deal.
Different from everyone else, Guan Xilin, who came from behind on the Bagua flying disc, directly activated the defense on the flying disc and flew inside without even stopping. Seeing this, the dean and others were shocked.
"Come back! You're going to die!"
As soon as the angry shouts fell, the dean and the deputy dean did not care about anything else and hurriedly chased after him. The four Yuanying elders followed closely behind, and after a slight pause, the other instructors looked at each other, took out their magic weapons, activated their defenses, and followed in.
With such a strong pressure, even a Jindan cultivator would be unable to move, but fortunately, they all have defensive magic weapons. However, under such pressure and aura, can Feng Jiu, a freshman from a small ninth-class country, really survive
"Let's go in too!" said the president's Yuanying old man, and with a flick of his sleeves, he also went inside.
"Let's go!" The instructors in the academy all have defensive magic weapons, so naturally they have some too.
Nie Teng and Xiao Yihan also went inside. One of them was the Prince of Qingteng and the other was the eldest son of an aristocratic family, so they naturally had no shortage of magic weapons.
Following behind them, Mo Chen in white clothes paused in mid-air. He stepped on the flying sword and did not move forward, but sensed the air flow and pressure surging in the air of the dense forest.
The aura mixed in with the pressure of the Nascent Soul peak cultivator was not the aura of the Golden Core, nor the aura of the Nascent Soul, nor the aura of a divine beast, but... the pressure of the ancient times!