But at this moment, a group of monks came with swords from afar, headed by the dean and the vice courtyard. When the two 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.

Suddenly, the two came behind them first.

"Chairman Gong, why are you here?" The dean asked, his gaze fell on the two dead Jindan monks on the ground, and at the same time, he could faintly hear the roar of battle from the dense forest.

"Are you here too?" Chairman Gong looked at the dean, especially the cultivators who came after him, he was slightly surprised. He didn't expect that he would let the mentors of the entire academy come to rescue. ,just……

"We rushed over after receiving the news. I saw Feng Jiu inside, but I'm afraid I can't get in right now. Look." He motioned to look at the dense forest in front of the powerful air current surging in the air.

"There are four Nascent Soul Peak powerhouses inside, and all the pressure of Nascent Soul Peak Peak is released, covering the entire dense forest. Most importantly, in the pressure of this Nascent Soul Peak powerhouse, There is another..."

Speaking of this, Chairman Gong hesitated, looked at the dense forest in front, and did not say any more.

The dean and the vice yard looked inside, and at the same time they sensed that in addition to the coercion of the Nascent Soul Peak powerhouse he said, there was also a breath of...ancient beast!

Is Feng Jiu's natal contract beast?Is his natal contract beast actually an ancient divine beast?

Depressing the shock, the two of them looked at each other, and then they heard the instructors who were surrounding them exclaiming.

"Hiss! With such a strong spiritual force fluctuating, can Feng Jiu still survive?"

"The coercion entrained in these spiritual power airflows actually shocked my mind when I waited..."

"This is the coercion of the Nascent Soul Peak cultivator!" The four academy elders said in unison, dispatching four Nascent Soul Peak cultivators to kill a student?This is indeed generous.

Unlike everyone else, Guan Xilin, who came from behind on the gossip Frisbee, directly opened the defense on the Frisbee, and flew inside without stopping. Seeing this, the Dean and the others were shocked.

"Come back! You don't want to die!"

As soon as the anger fell, the dean and the vice yard didn't care about anything else, and quickly hurried to catch up.The four Yuan Ying elders followed, but after a short pause, they followed. The other instructors saw this, looked at each other, took out the magic weapon to open the defense and followed in.

With such a strong pressure, the Golden Core cultivators are afraid that they will not be able to do anything, but fortunately, they all have a magic weapon for defense. However, under such pressure and aura, as a new student of this year, Feng from a small country of the ninth class Nine, can you really live?

"Let's go in too!" The elder Yuan Ying of the president said, and with a flick of his sleeves, he went inside.

"Go!" The instructors of the academy have defensive weapons, and they naturally have them.

Nie Teng and Xiao Yihan also went inside. One was Qingteng's prince and the other was a descendant of the family. Naturally, there was no shortage of magic weapons.

Following them, Mo Chen, dressed in white, stopped in mid-air. He stepped on the flying sword and did not move forward, but was sensing the air current and pressure surging in the dense forest air.

That breath mixed in the coercion of the Nascent Soul Peak monk was not a golden core aura, nor was it a Nascent Soul aura, nor was it the breath of a divine beast, but... the pressure of ancient times!