My diary of transcendence from the heavens

Chapter 182 43. Killing heroes, blood-sucking method

One hundred years!

The female teacher's words reached everyone's ears clearly. Zhao Xuanqi held his breath and concentrated, only then did he understand the seriousness of the matter.

The human race has actually reached the countdown to extinction!

And it’s such a short time!

100 years is just one or two generations of ordinary people. Unexpectedly, we have reached such a critical moment of survival.

The faces of other students also became extremely ugly. It was obvious that they had not expected this situation. Many of them were pale and in disbelief.

Obviously the human race seems to be so prosperous, the major cities are so prosperous, there are more and more practitioners, more and more strong people, and they look like they are prospering.

Unexpectedly...unexpectedly, we have reached the most critical moment.

A young disciple stood up, frowned and asked, "Teacher, what kind of life contract is in your hand?"

This sentence brought everyone back to their senses, and they all looked at the contract in Teacher Wu Qingqing's hand.

This contract is the most important thing.

Wu Qingqing looked indifferent and reiterated: "The moment you join Xuanhuang Academy, your lives no longer belong to you, but to the academy and the entire human race."

"As long as you leave a drop of your blood essence on the contract, it means that no matter where you go in the future, you can be tracked and located."

"If any of you dare to betray the academy or betray the human race, then the strong ones from the human race can use this contract to pinpoint and kill you."

"And the human race also has some powerful spells. You can use contracts to cast curses in the air, perform long-distance curses, and kill all traitors."

"In this way, signing this contract means that you can no longer betray the human race, and you are the ones we the human race can truly trust."

"Not just you, but all the geniuses of the human race who are imprinted will basically sign this precious life contract. This is basically the case for the genius disciples of Xuanhuang Academy."

After hearing this, Zhao Xuanqi fell into silence.

From this point of view, this so-called mysterious contract is just a guarantee for the top management of the human race. As long as they don't betray the human race, then it's okay.

I am a human being, how could I betray the human race in the future?

Therefore, Zhao Xuanqi did not have much resistance to signing the contract. Instead, he thought it was necessary to prevent some "rapes" from occurring.

The other disciples also had no objection.

After all, there is no point in resisting, this is the rule.

"Then, let's keep your essence and blood one by one." Wu Qingqing's red lips parted lightly.

Not long after, all the disciples of Blood Realm Class 1, including Zhao Xuanqi, left a drop of blood essence on the life contract.

Xiaoyao Yixin, the top geniuses from the Xuanyuan family and the Shangguan family also signed the contract.

Wu Qingqing made a good contract when he was satisfied. Seeing that some people were frowning, he smiled and said, "Don't worry, there are only benefits to signing this contract, there are no big disadvantages."

"Through this contract, the academy can also find out whether you are alive or dead. Once you die, your blood essence will lose its aura and become extremely dim."

"And if you are in danger of life, the life contract will also tell the college, and the college will immediately send the former to rescue you..."

When Wu Qingqing said this, his face suddenly became extremely serious, and he said seriously: "That's enough nonsense. Now it's time to start the formal content of our course today."

The scene became quiet.

Everyone pricked up their ears and stared at the female teacher, looking forward to the next class.

Zhao Xuanqi was also a little curious. This female teacher was so serious. What would the first class teach?

Teaching powerful exercises? Or is it some unique cultivation method?

"kill!"

Wu Qingqing raised her brows and said seriously: "The first lesson of admission is to kill, kill the hero!"

After the words fell, everyone looked confused and couldn't figure out what was going on.

The same is true for Zhao Xuanqi.

kill?

And he killed the hero?

What's the matter?

Are you kidding?

However, the female teacher on the stage was obviously not joking, her face was solemn, and her words were sonorous and powerful.

She waved her hand, and suddenly there were footsteps outside the room, and figures walked into the classroom one by one.

These figures enter the classroom.

Every figure is extremely old, with wrinkled faces and pale and dry hair. Some old people even have no hair on their heads, and their bodies exude the aura of decay.

By rough estimation, there were a total of thirty old people. They were extremely old and stood in the room with stooped figures.

Although these old men are so old, their cultivation is extremely powerful. They wear the skin of wild beasts and exude the cultivation of blood realm. They are all second-level blood realm monks!

Moreover, the aura emitted is not weak, and contains terrifying coercion. They are obviously strong men in the blood realm, possessing considerable combat power, and probably have a high status!

Wu Qingqing said simply: "Each disciple should choose an old man, and then kill them neatly."

The words are extremely clear.

Full of a sense of ruthlessness.

Zhao Xuanqi fell into silence.

The other disciples also fell silent.

Unexpectedly, the first lesson was really murderous!

Moreover, those who wanted to be killed were not ordinary people, but these second-level Blood Realm monks with powerful cultivation. Everything was beyond expectations.

Xiaoyao Yixin, as the genius of the top nobles, couldn't help but ask on behalf of everyone: "Why do you want to kill them? Did they betray the human race?"

A skin monk has a lifespan of one hundred and twenty.

A blood realm monk has a lifespan of two hundred and forty.

These old people may look old, but most of them are over a hundred years old. As blood realm monks, their life span is far from reaching the limit and they can live for many years.

Other than betraying the human race, no one could think of a reason to kill them.

however,

Wu Qingqing shook his head and replied: "They are all heroes, heroes of the human race, and they have even done many things that benefit mankind. Each of them has made a illustrious statement and is respected by many people."

Xiaoyao Yixin immediately asked: "Then why..."

Wu Qingqing interrupted the question and did not choose to answer, but said decisively: "I am a teacher, I represent the college, and you must follow my arrangements."

"Next, each person chooses an old man and kills them. I will explain to you at the end."

For a moment, all the disciples were confused and shocked.

Since these old people are not traitors, but heroes of the human race, why should they be killed so decisively?

Zhao Xuanqi was silent, roughly having the answer in his mind.

An old man saw the students' hesitation, but said with a smile: "Just kill us. This is the road you must take, and the road in the future will be even more bumpy."