Resurgence of Terror: Three Burials of Poor Monks, Funeral Burials

A comfortable admiration suddenly came out of his mouth.

His behavior was full of aristocratic atmosphere.

And not far behind him.

A guy who looks very similar to him, but is very plainly dressed.

Sitting on one side with an indifferent expression.

There was some unspeakable deep meaning in the eyes that occasionally glanced at the man in the tuxedo.

finally.

He still couldn't help but spoke first: "Why? Why are you still not satisfied?"

"If your ambition continues to expand, Qingming High School will be destroyed by yourself one day!"

"Heh..." the man in the tuxedo chuckled, and turned around with a look of disdain in his eyes, "Destroyed? You don't even understand how powerful Qingming High School is! How wonderful it is! "

"Why do you think Qingming High School has become a restricted area for humans? It is because they have nothing to do with me!"

"Hahaha...."

The plainly dressed man sneered when he heard the words: "You can't even deal with people in the Dao realm, so you can't do anything about it? If you weren't protected by the special rules of Qingming High School, what are you?"

"Wang Mingyang, you are already possessed! You have already forgotten your original purpose!"

"If you continue like this, you will only drag down and kill more innocent people, and you will never recover!"

The plainly dressed man's tone became more and more excited.

He seemed to want to vomit out all the unhappiness in his heart.

see.

The man in the tuxedo finally couldn't take it anymore, and shouted loudly: "Enough!"

With his roar, the surrounding space distorted and collapsed.

The magnificent and extravagant palace collapsed in the blink of an eye and disappeared in smoke.

Instead... a strange space full of dead silence and no light.

A cross made of stone stands on the ground.

The simple man who was originally sitting on one side was bound to the cross at this moment.

The pitch-black iron chain kept tightening.

Facing this scene.

The man didn't panic in the slightest, with a sarcastic smile still on his face: "Have you become angry from embarrassment?"

"What is not yours is not yours after all, and you are just a pawn in the rules."

"Hehe..." Wang Mingyang sneered when he heard the words, staring straight at the simple man, "Chess pieces? So what?"

"My pawn has become the supreme principal of Qingming High School, and is protected by the supreme rules!"

"Now, my chess piece is about to leave the chessboard and become a chess player!"

"You...but you can only continue to be locked here, sinking into the darkness forever."

"But I can use the power of Qingming High School's rules to completely get rid of you."

"Teacher Wang, let's wait and see..."

......

Chapter 247 The Battle of Identity

More than a day passed quickly.

In Qingming High School, the rules have been completely changed in the mysterious realm.

Everything seems to be the same as the outside world.

The gate of Qingming High School.

One figure after another began to gather together.

The janitor guard, with a strange expression on his face, looked at the newcomers who appeared in front of him.

His heart was also filled with surprise at the moment.

Without him, the selectees of this session.

It seems... none of them look like simple people!

Not far from the security guard.

With a stern bald head, wearing cassocks and holding a golden pestle.

The rich and bright Buddha's light reflects it like a mortal.

the other side.

A scholar in green shirts held a scroll of mysterious scriptures, and his whole body was full of righteousness.

It is completely natural, and all evils do not invade, and there is a faint figure of a certain Confucianism behind him.

There is also the strange man with a terrifying evil spirit, his pupils full of murderous intent, horns on his forehead, and dark red skin.

He carried a slender sword filled with blood on his shoulder.

The blade seemed to be stained with blood that hadn't completely dried up.

Misty veil, a mysterious woman who is graceful and startling.

A sword cultivator with a long sword on his back, his eyes are like lightning.

......

This time.

After the end of time, the creatures gathered at the gate of Qingming High School.

Not as usual, as many as hundreds or thousands.

But only dozens of people.

But without exception.

Any one of them is a genius who can at least be alone in the outside world!

And geniuses... are often those with great luck.

After a group of people stared at each other and looked at the others for a few times.

They all looked at the gatekeeper at the door.

There was a little disdain in his eyes.

Qu Yi is just a gatekeeper at the bottom of the Faxiang Realm, and he is obviously not taken seriously by them.

If this wasn't Qingming High School, they wouldn't even mind killing such an evil ghost casually.

After a moment.

A ghost like a black shadow slowly walked out from the interior of Qingming High School.

"Come with me."

Just after uttering such a sentence.

The guide turned around and walked into Qingming High School again.

After a group of people looked at each other coldly.

Each kept a certain distance and followed.

Soon.

A group of people approached the edge of the teaching building.

next moment.

"something wrong!"

"My cultivation base?"

"Damn!"

"..."

It was almost the moment when the footsteps reached a certain critical point.

Everyone is amazed by it!

Their tyrannical cultivation bases disappeared at this moment, and there was no movement at all.

No matter how they push it, they will not be able to exert one percent or even one thousandth of the power they used to have.

A group of people suddenly looked at the guide with extremely vigilant eyes.

They also stopped their steps.

"Heh...it's like this every time, there's never been an exception."

The guide sneered, but then he seemed to think of something and muttered to himself, "No, there are a few exceptions this time..."

"Don't be so nervous, Qingming High School is not as bloodthirsty and cruel as you imagined."

"Your strength is suppressed because this is a school, and a school is a place to teach and educate people, so the use of force is naturally prohibited."

"Here, everyone is an ordinary person, everyone is the same, including me!"

"So...you don't have to be so vigilant."

The guide explained a few words indifferently.

Of course, this does not eliminate the vigilance and fear in everyone's hearts.

However, the guide didn't bother to pay attention.

Go directly to the area under the teaching building, where there are several small sheds.

There is a table, a stack of materials, and a small seal.

"Come here, after receiving your identity information, you can explore Qingming High School by yourself."

"And my job is over here."

The Guide Ghost held up a stack of materials, his eyes showing some anticipation.

It wants to know.

This time the guys can get it from those cute guys again.

How many days, or how many hours?

The fourth floor of the teaching building.

Tang Sanzan took his own "pendants" all over his body, followed by the little Taoist priest Cangyue, and leaned against the corridor.

His eyes fell on the "newcomers" below the teaching building.

There is a bit of playfulness in the eyes.

"Fifteen people, the identities of two acting teachers, it doesn't seem to be easy to allocate."

"These guys are all proud and arrogant, and maybe they will be able to watch a good show next."

Little Taoist priest Cangyue said in a low voice with excitement and little expectation in his eyes.

Tang Sanzan shook his head when he heard the words, his eyes fell on the two of them in the team below.

In his eyes, the identity dispute already had an answer.

Soon.

The team below was originally quite orderly.

After the guiding ghost said a few words, he suddenly became tense.

"Amitabha, the poor monk has a predestined relationship with the position of acting teacher, and he should be one of them."