Teacher Sun...... You're here...... Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey......" The 7 surviving classmates handed the bloody arms in their hands to Sun Wukong.

"Teacher Sun, now, I'll give you something to eat! We have a fixed food source, and we won't starve to death here at last. ”

Facing the stump arm handed over by these 7 classmates.

Sun Wukong "snapped" and slapped it on the ground.

looked at the 7 classmates in front of him who turned into "crazy people". Sun Wukong desperately suppressed the killing intent that was about to overflow.

He slapped off the stump arm and said coldly, "What about the others?"

The seven students, baring their blood-stained teeth and staring at their eyelids as if they were about to burst their eyelids, said in epilepsy: "They ran away......

"Hey, hey, hey, hey...... But that's okay! Mr. Sun...... Let's go catch them together...... You disembowel, I disembowel, I'll leave the best heart to you......"

They can talk and think, but on their pale and demonic faces, there is no trace of "normal people".

The 7 students were about to step forward, Sun Wukong couldn't hold back any longer, and his heart that had been suppressed for 10,000 years also broke out at this moment.

His eyes were about to split, "Give me death—" With a monstrous roar, his palm turned into supreme killing intent and slashed heavily at the Heavenly Spirit Gai of the nearest classmate.

Under the suppression of the breath of the pharaoh, the student, who was about to blossom his head, instinctively shouted in fear: "Teacher, don't kill me......"

This plea for mercy completely pulled Sun Wukong back from his endless anger. His slap stopped a centimeter above his head when he stopped.

The 7 students were trembling, the demonic power in their bodies was running chaotically, and they were suppressed by the "potential" in the ancient tomb and couldn't move.

They half-squatted on the ground, looking at Sun Wukong, trembling as if they were looking at death.

Cold...... Sun Wukong's eyes were extremely cold.

The killing intent was withdrawn little by little, and this palm, he was stunned and couldn't split it.

"Never call me Teacher!

Sun Wukong took one last look at them, turned around and left.

In his ears, when he was far away, the seven madmen turned from crying to laughing, and stood up from the ground: "Hey, hey, hey...... Die here?hahaha...... Hahaha......"

Intoxicated and crazy voices came and went, and Sun Wukong never looked back, because he knew that they were no longer "people......

......

Sun Wukong wants to find the remaining students who ran out.

Hopefully there are still people who can keep their senses.

But in the vast labyrinth, to find them is undoubtedly looking for a needle in a haystack.

Sun Wukong ran through one tomb after another, and his mind was full of the seven students who had a mental breakdown and had become demons.

How many burial chambers he had run, he didn't want to think about it.

When it came time to do his best and squeeze out all his physical energy, he also had to slow down.

"Huh...... Hehe......" In the tomb, he sneered in a trance.

He held his heart and laughed at himself: "It turned out that I thought that after 10,000 years, the Monkey King would be able to be truly fearless in heaven and earth, and to be able to truly follow my heart, but I didn't expect that in the end, it would be just a waste ......."

In the depths of his mind, the seven students who turned into madmen handed the corpse stumps to him and sneered: "Na, teacher, give you ...... food"

This image keeps coming up, and it repeats itself! The bloody limbs, have you ever imagined that they were once companions?

"It's me! I'm the one who pushed them to hell......"

Sun Wukong clenched his fists tightly, and a kind of grief that he had not had in 10,000 years came to his heart.

It's like the victory won when he stepped on the mountain of corpses piled up by countless friends.

Once, the "battle" that I wanted to win all my life!

Now, the "burdens" on the way to resurrect Wei are dead!

Isn't this for the "goal" pursued all his life, to lift the shackles on his body?

But, heartache!

Sun Wukong, who has lived for 10,000 years, thought that he had seen a lot of things, but this time, he watched his students become "monsters".

He felt a deep heartache.

Emotion, this is a hurdle that he will never be able to get out of.

......

In fact, on the first day of the open class, when he learned that he could become the teacher of this group of little guys, although his "purpose" was just to find a human identity as a cover, he was actually complacent in his heart.

Sun Wukong actually attached great importance to friendship, they recognized him at that time, and he naturally recognized them at that time.

Now, they're all dead here. Sun Wukong no longer deceived himself, and finally confessed his heart.

In the end, he still likes this group of little guys, in his heart, more than once, he handed over the best cultivation method to them, and sincerely hoped that they could become stronger and blow up the so-called second-class dog head that is ridiculous to think about now.

At the beginning, he led the wolf into the camp and finally made them leave with a grudge, Sun Wukong said a lot of righteous indignant words, in fact, he essentially wanted them to believe in themselves again.

As a result, from then on, to the present, students believe in themselves again and again, and are disappointed again and again, only to end up like this......

Sun Wukong struggled to adjust his breathing steadily. In this day, his mentality has exploded halfway.

He continued to walk aimlessly in the tomb passage, a long and narrow passage, a burial chamber with six openings.

Everything seems to be designed for today's scene.

I wonder if the owner of the corpse of the "tomb robbers" encountered the same experience before his death?

Sun Wukong didn't want to think about it, but he vaguely heard a voice in front of him.

He came to a "circular burial chamber" and heard a voice in a cave on the far right.

It was a faint cry for help: "Help me...... Who's going to save me?"

Is there anyone still alive? Sun Wukong was shocked in his heart, he tried his best, lit a "demon fire", and ran over as fast as he could.

Not far from the tomb, I saw Fang Jiayi, who was pale, falling to the ground at this moment.

On her chest, a trickle of blood flowed non-stop.

"Sun ...... Old...... Division......"

Sun Wukong held her in his arms, and his fingers were constantly pressing the acupuncture points on her back through the "pulse amputation finger", trying to stop her injury.

It's a pity that it's too late, and her heart, the original power, also flows outward with the blood.

Even if Sun Wukong used the "Pulse Interception Finger" to seal all her bleeding acupoints, she was already at the end of her crossbow......

Teacher Sun...... Help me...... Help me......" Fang Jiayi's eyes of longing for life seemed to grasp the last straw, constantly calling.

However, even Sun Wukong, who can "heal the Monkey King", is powerless to return to heaven at this moment.

She's dying......

"Sun ...... Teacher, I ...... I'm so afraid ......" Fang Jiayi also felt that Sun Wukong couldn't save her anymore, and the last trace of hope for survival also dimmed.

"Don't be afraid! Fang Jiayi, don't be afraid......" Sun Wukong hugged her, trying to restrain the tears in his eyes, and just patted her back.

In the end, Fang Jiayi closed her last eyes under the comfort of Sun Wukong......

......

After Fang Jiayi's death, Sun Wukong examined her injuries.

It was discovered that her chest had been pierced by a sharp foreign object.

Before the students jumped into the Black Lake, they didn't bring any other blades and weapons into the tomb except for their clothes.

Even the 7 madmen used bluestone bricks and threw them at each other.

Among the ancient tombs, the only thing that can have sharp foreign objects is Bai Lingbing's 'weapon hidden in the void' - the cold silver light sword.