Chapter 407 Teachers’ Troubles

Yan Beitang frowned and carefully examined the surrounding environment. The air was filled with strong demonic aura, mixed with the smell of blood that went straight to his brain.

Even the soil on the ground turned dark red for some unknown reason, and it looked muddy when you stepped on it.

Zhu Wenxiang clenched his fists and said in confusion: "There is actually a door opened at the bottom of this huge strange tree. I originally thought that this was the territory of the cultists and should be heavily guarded, but I didn't see anyone. Quiet." It’s really…”

"Why are you still afraid? I originally thought that fighters are simple-minded and have well-developed limbs."

Even though he was in a dangerous secret place, Guo Dongjie was still well-dressed and unhurried in his Chinese tunic suit.

"Lao Guo, that's all you said. We heard that if something happens if those students come to check first, we can rest assured if we are in the front. By the way, can those people in the student union take good care of them? They are approaching. So many new students.”

Dongjie replied: "They are not three-year-olds anymore. They can take care of themselves. We are not here to die. We should retreat as soon as there is danger. Besides, Teacher Yan is here, why are you being cowardly?"

Although he said this, seeing Yan Beitang change his usual free and easy attitude, with a dignified seriousness between his eyebrows, it was unavoidable to make people scared.

Yan Beitang reminded: "I'm not so sure. The evil energy here is overwhelming, the wind is blowing, and all the surrounding supernatural energy will automatically transform into evil energy. It will be very difficult for other professions to operate the supernatural energy. I'm afraid there are high-level flows. The professional guards are preparing to ambush us. If we encounter hallucinations or curses, it may be even more difficult to deal with."

Coming under the towering strange tree, the bottom is like a tangle of dragons. Looking up at the bottom of the giant tree, there is a dark door glowing with blood. From time to time, there are some strange low sounds coming from inside. It sounds like an evil ghost wailing, but also like ordinary people talking, it is difficult to distinguish.

However, although it looks like such a scary place, many unique materials also grow, which can be used to make medicine or gourmet food, such as Nebula Grass, Hanyin Grass, Ghost Crying Ganoderma, Autumn Fruit...

Some of them are needed for the transcendent advancement ceremony. When encountering a bottleneck period, they can speed up breakthroughs. Even if they are sold outside, they are of the kind that have a price but no market.

However, the teachers have no intention of taking it. If it is safe, the students will go here to collect the materials here, so there is no need to bother doing it themselves.

Zhu Wenxiang said self-deprecatingly: "Well, back then, I would have gone in with all the energy. Now the more I live, the more I understand. Instead, I am greedy for life and afraid of death. But after all, it is the teacher who has to set an example for the students."

Teacher Diona was wearing dark armor, wiping a giant sword in her hand, and suddenly asked:

"By the way, seven of us are here, what should we do over there at the camp?"

"There's nothing to worry about. There are hundreds of extraordinary beings in the camp, plus those sophomores and juniors helping out. Even if we meet a third-level extraordinary, our side is more dangerous. "

"By the way, can you please keep quiet? You are not children anymore. Don't disturb my meditation. If the prediction about the future goes wrong, who can bear the responsibility?" Luo Yunxia reprimanded everyone helplessly.

After saying this, everyone remained quiet and even slowed down their breathing.

As the best fortune teller at the University of Warwick, Luo Yunxia's accuracy is unquestionable. She also has a certain self-awareness of the interpretation of hexagrams. She has predicted several major events that may happen on the planet and has made preparations in advance. , saving many places from disasters.

However, there is usually a price to pay. Luo Yunxia's prediction accuracy is very high, but she cannot use it often enough to predict any results about herself, but she doesn't care.

Prying into other people's fates is always more interesting than predicting your own death date.

She meditated briefly, cleared her mind of distractions, and only thought about the future outcome for everyone.

Prepare a tortoise shell that is more than 130 years old in advance. The older the year, the more accurate the divination will be, and the lines must be clearly visible.

However, if the year is too old, cracks may appear, affecting the results of divination.

He recited the words softly in his mouth: "Qian Sanlian opens the sky to the northwest, Kun Liu breaks the eight lands to the southwest..."

Put a piece of paper talisman in your hand into the prepared ghost thorn wood, and a blue flame burned out. As a burst of smoke drifted away and condensed again, you put the turtle shell into the flame and slowly floated, the turtle pattern appeared The nails on it are cracked.

Luo Yunxia opened her eyes and frowned as she looked at the cracks on the turtle shell.

"Did you calculate any useful information?" People around asked anxiously.

Luo Yunxia shook her head, hesitated to speak, and could only say something vaguely: "Dangers and dangers are mixed, but life can be worry-free. The dragon sleeps today and wakes up in the past."

After hearing this, everyone was confused and couldn't guess the meaning at all. This is the bad thing about diviners. You can never guess what they want to express, which usually leads people astray.

Zhu Wenxiang asked: "Teacher Luo, please explain. Lao Lu is still staying at the school. We are not a fortune teller and we don't understand this thing."

Yan Beitang said: "I'm afraid there are some limitations in the way of heaven. If we open our mouths, it may affect the future trend and cause things to develop in a bad direction. It can be roughly judged that we are not in much danger."

Luo Yunxia didn't make any statement, she just asked. "Shall we go in now? Or go back?"

Steve pulled out his two guns and said: "You've come here and haven't done anything. If you run back, won't you make the students laugh? Where will your dignity be in the future?"

"Yeah, let's go in and take a look first. I hope it's not a portal, otherwise we might not be able to come back. I'll go and take the lead first."

"This shouldn't be a portal, but it has the effect of blocking predictions, and when an attack triggers the gate, it has no effect at all."

"Ah, have you attacked me before?" Guo Dongjie's face was full of surprise.

"I'm just free. I arrived thirty minutes before you and gave it a try."

"Then you really like to seek death."

Yan Beitang suddenly reached out and interrupted the teachers' discussion. He looked around with vigilant eyes, looking up at the huge leaves that covered the sky and the sun. There seemed to be a shadow flashing above them.

"Be careful, there seems to be an enemy."

This is some sound falling from the giant tree. The sound of the flute is mixed with the soft humming of human beings. When it enters the ears, there is a refreshing feeling. There is an indescribable sense of pleasure all over the body. The lingering sound It lingers for a long time.

"Are we going up?"

A huge brush appeared in Guo Dongjie's left hand. The end of the pen was as thin as night, and the ink floated.

Yan Beitang said: "I tried, but it's impossible to go up from the outside. When I climb on the tree trunk, I can never move one meter upward. It seems to be some magic trick. It seems that I can only go up there. The door is open, someone is inviting us, it’s hard to refuse.”

So, under the leadership of Teacher Yan Beitang, everyone broke into the inside of the giant tree, and outside the giant tree, the fairy sound like misty clouds was still echoing.

Just after the teacher walked in, a thick gray fog rose from nowhere and shrouded the entire secret realm. The ethereal voice was also covered by the gray fog, and nothing could be heard.

The red soil around the giant tree rose upwards for some reason, vaguely turning into a human shape, and gradually spreading outward from the giant tree. Those densely packed red clay sculptures moved very quickly and strangely, and at the same time they were filled with a thick smell of blood. Son.

The diviners in the student camp all felt a great pressure, as if they were being watched by something indescribable. Their whole bodies revealed a kind of powerlessness and fear, and they all shouted out in unison.

"He is about to wake up!"