Chapter 220 (2/2)

”... ah... Help...” a more shrill scream came from Nie Qiuming. In the darkness, only Nie Qiuming still had some weak light, which came from Nie Qiuming's feet.

I don't know when the ground cracked at Nie Qiuming's feet. Nie Qiuming suddenly fell down, and below her was the red magma, and the light was the reflection from the red magma.

”I'm Cao, what's the situation?” Zhou Yi was also a little confused. His eyes quickly looked at the teaching altar, but the teaching altar had disappeared. What he saw was only a cliff, dark. Kong Fanxing doesn't seem to exist at all, or is everything just an illusion? Or is everything you see now an illusion?

Although he didn't understand it, Zhou Yi jumped out for the first time and grabbed Nie Qiuming's palm. But as soon as I caught the girl's hand, I found it wrong. The girl's hand should be greasy and small, but what he holds is a claw full of thick hard black hair. Yes, it's a claw.

When he looked down again, Nie Qiuming's face had changed. In an instant, he became a fierce ghost, issued a sharp roar, and desperately dragged Zhou Yi down the rolling magma.

”Shit, is it true or false?” Zhou Yi felt bursts of tingling in his palm, which was the feeling of being pricked by thick black hair. That feeling made his intuition not false, but everything just couldn't be explained.

On the contrary, another claw with long hair also grabbed Zhou Yi's hand and was pulling hard. Zhou Yi felt a little overwhelmed by a huge force.

Zhou Yi was cold, his aura burst out, and a faint soft light appeared on his palm. He shook one claw open. When he was about to shake the other claw open, there came a very weak woman's voice: ”save me, don't leave me...”

The voice was incomparably sad and beautiful, but looking down, the fierce ghost's face disappeared, and it was Nie Qiuming's beautiful face that touched the country and the city.

”Ah, boss, where are we?” Wan Bin's roar came from not far behind, which made Zhou Yi's heart cold. Without time to think too much, Zhou Yizhen opened his slender hand and swept away in the direction of Wan Bin's cry behind him.

”... ah... Zhou Yi... I hate you... I won't let you go if I'm a ghost...”

I don't know why the voice is so familiar. It seems that it was made by a woman who was deeply engraved in her own spiritual world when she died. Zhou Yi's body gave a slight meal, but he didn't look back and went straight to the distance.

But when I heard Wan Bin's voice, I couldn't find Wan Bin's direction. He seems to have been taking the wrong road all the time, and there is only one road around except the stone wall. If you go along this road, it seems to be farther and farther away from the voice of Wan bin calling for help just now.

Zhou Yi paused and began to meditate. You should know that he has been refining Qi for nine levels, and his spiritual cultivation is much higher than this level. However, within the scope covered by his mind, he still can't see any traces of biological existence, and some are just dead silence, as if he had fallen into a Jedi.

Jedi? I've never met him less in the last life, but which time can stop him, Zhou Yi? Zhou Yi smiled coldly, and the sword in his hand flashed. The Kunlun immortal sword was in his hand, and his momentum soared sharply.

”Dean, if you don't stop, I'll ruin your battle array.”

On the teaching altar, there is a small bench with Kong Fanxing sitting, just like watching a play, looking at the colorful images of 44 students in the whole classroom. Behind him, there were three people squatting, a man and two women. The man was Professor stark, the woman was Professor Xie Haiyan, and the other was Nie Qiuming who had just fallen into the abyss magma.

The four of them listened to Zhou Yi's words. Nie Qiuming glanced at his teacher Kong Fanxing and said angrily, ”teacher, really let Zhou Yi attack? This boy is cruel and ruthless. It is really possible to destroy your heart refining magic array.”

”Hey, what I want is to see what kind of ox fork Zhou Yi is. Can he escape from my old man's Wuzhishan again?” Kong Fanxing smiled, then pressed his hand back and said, ”you three lower again. How can you show my old man's greatness.”

”Teacher, didn't you say formalism can't be done? I think you're doing formalism.”

”Shut up! Steven, am I a teacher? Or are you a teacher? Look at you. Why are you so tall and handsome? Every time I go out with you, others think you are the head of the Department. Do you know what success is?”

”Teacher, your words don't seem to be right?”