The red-eyed officer was stunned for a long time, then suddenly slapped his head hard and laughed loudly: "That's right, that's right, I got distracted.
Even if we can't kill this bastard, we only need to delay it for three minutes, three minutes is enough!"
After a pause, he glanced at the increasingly larger demon giants.
Strong contempt emerged from the red-eyed officer's eyes, and he said: "But just the two of us, even if we burn out our lives and crush our souls, I'm afraid it's still not enough to defeat it."
If we delay for three minutes, I wonder if someone will stand up and fight alongside us?”
"There will be, there will be."
Ding Yin smiled, with indomitable determination in his eyes. .
Li Yao was listening to the conversation between the two, and there was a bit of tragedy in the words.
An ominous premonition came to his heart, and he couldn't help shouting: "Teacher Ding, you--" Ding Yin smiled slightly, made an "sorry" gesture, and said calmly: "I'm very sorry, classmate Li Yao.
I promised you in the waiting room that we would communicate with you more about weapon refining in the future.
I'm afraid I have to break my promise."
The red-eyed officer pressed a few times on the micro-crystal, and more than a dozen light curtains shot out at the same time, transforming into surveillance images of more than a dozen carriages.
Most passengers were unaware of what was happening outside and thought it was a thunderstorm causing turbulence, and many complained loudly to the flight attendants.
Only a handful of passengers were restless and felt the presence of the beast tide.
These people were old and young, of different shapes, and they did not appear to be of the same class in their clothing.
But they all have a pair of extremely clear eyes, exuding a faint aura.
"We are lucky, there are many cultivators on this bus."
The officer grinned, opened the communication array, and said solemnly: "Who is the cultivator?
Please gather at the rear of the train - we need you here."
His voice is transformed through divine thoughts.
It became impassioned and rippled through every carriage.
"Who is the cultivator?"
"Who is the cultivator?"
"Who is the cultivator?"
Li Yao stared at the surveillance screen and found that some passengers in several carriages had changed.
In Car No. 2, a grey-haired and energetic old man slowly stood up and took down a light golden straw hat from the luggage rack.
He put it on his head meticulously, straightened his appearance in front of the car window, and then walked calmly towards the back of the car, leaning on a cane with a dragon head.
In Car No. 3 sat a fat man with big fat head and big ears, wearing three large golden rings on his stubby fingers.
There was also a girl sitting next to her.
Judging from her age, she was old enough to be his daughter.
At first, the big fat man kept holding the girl in his arms, comforting her while raising and lowering his hands, acting as if there was no one around, which seemed a bit arrogant.
But when the big fat man heard the call, the fat on his face shook suddenly, and he instantly became extremely serious.
Even a little spooky.
The big fat man hesitated for a long time, his expression became more and more ferocious, and his back teeth were almost broken.
Suddenly he slapped his thigh, hugged the girl and kissed her hard!
He was so immersed in the kiss, as if if he didn't kiss, he would never be kissed again in this life.
No matter how hard the girl struggled, he would not let go.
After kissing for half a minute, the fat man finally let go and stood up suddenly.
Holding her belly, which looked like she was five or six months pregnant, she moved towards the back of the car with difficulty.
The woman wiped the drool from her face.
He asked him a little doubtfully, as if asking him what he was going to do.
Li Yao saw the big fat man and waved his hand impatiently.
I said two words, and judging from the shape of my mouth, it was——
"Pee!"
Sitting at the back of Car No. 6 was a couple in their thirties and forties, dressed in ordinary clothes, just like office workers you see everywhere.
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Upon hearing the call, the woman stood up without hesitation, but the man looked fearful, hesitated for a moment, and reached out to grab the woman.
The woman's eyes widened with strong shock and contempt.
She threw away her husband's hand, pointed at his nose and cursed, then walked towards the back of the car without looking back.
The husband blushed and was about to cry with shame.
Finally he gritted his teeth, slapped the table, stood up and chased after his wife.
In the middle of Car No. 9, sat a young girl wearing a plain white dress.
She looked very delicate, like an orchid blooming in a deep valley.
While everyone was restless, she was calmly reading a physical book.
In this era where crystal computers are popular, there are very few people who still like to carry physical books with them.
The action of twisting the pages of the book with their delicate hands adds a fresh and refined flavor to the girls.
Upon hearing the call, the girl's eyelashes trembled slightly, she took out a delicate bookmark made from leaves, carefully inserted it in the middle of the book pages, then left the physical book on the luggage rack and walked towards the back of the car very calmly. .
In the carriage they passed, there were several cultivators with gleaming eyes who sensed danger.
However, these people lowered their heads, almost to their crotches, and did not dare to look at them.
Soon, five cultivators appeared in the armored carriage.
The raging wind and rain and the roaring tide of beasts failed to move their expressions.
Instead, they expressed relief that "that's how it is."
"I am a cultivator." said the meticulous old man.
"I am a cultivator."
The fat man said breathlessly.
"We are both cultivators."
The middle-aged couple looked at each other and smiled, holding hands and intertwining their fingers, like intertwined lotuses.
"I am also a cultivator."
The girl who was as elegant as orchid said lightly with a faint smile.
Ding Yin and the red-eyed officer looked at each other and laughed loudly at the same time.
"The two of us are also cultivators.
I didn't expect that five fellow Taoists would stand up and fight alongside us today.
It's really a pleasure!"
Ding Yin took out a round piece of magic weapon the size of a fist from his arms and placed it on his forehead.
It suddenly shone, as if he had grown a third eye.
"Whoosh!"
Five red spiritual threads suddenly shot out from the magic weapon, hitting the foreheads of the five cultivators.
"Spiritual communication device?"
Li Yao's eyes lit up.
High-level cultivators with strong spiritual power can communicate directly with their spiritual thoughts without any restrictions, and can move their minds.
He can let others understand what he means.
A foundation-building cultivator like Ding Yin has obviously not yet developed such magical powers.
However, with the help of the "spiritual communication device", he can also transmit a large amount of information flow in an instant, achieving the effect of "telepathy and communication".
The amount of information transmitted through spiritual communication is astronomical.
Three seconds later, the five cultivators all showed thoughtful expressions.
Ding Yin withdrew his spiritual thread and glanced around with fiery eyes: "This is the situation.
What do you think, fellow Taoists?"
The meticulous old man took a step forward, like a burning ancient tree, solemn and fanatical.
Nodding and saying: "Yes, I agree with Fellow Daoist Ding's analysis.
Only by sacrificing a few of us can we gain three minutes of precious time, old man Zhuang Zhonghai.
I am at the thirteenth level of the Qi Refining Stage, but I am a research cultivator with limited spiritual energy in my body.
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Even if I crush the soul , I’m afraid it can only activate the Taiyi Thunder Cannon twice.”
The big fat man wiped the rain off his face and said with a smile: "My name is Gao Dakang, I am at the eleventh level of the Qi refining stage, a managerial cultivator.
I have opened a company to make a living, and I am afraid that I will not be able to make a living in the future, haha.
I am young and strong, although my cultivation is not as deep as that of Mr.
Zhuang.
Even with this fat body, he can activate the Taiyi Thunder Cannon twice!"
The middle-aged couple looked at each other, and the woman smiled and said: "My name is Yan Xiaodie, and my husband's name is Zhang Meng.
We are both sixth-level practitioners in the Qi Refining Stage, but we have practiced a rather special secret method of dual cultivation.
Let's join forces and try to inspire it twice!"
The orchid-like girl in the deep valley said: "My name is Wei Qingqing.
I just graduated from Tianhuan Academy this year.
I was originally going to work as a rural teacher in a small village deep in the wilderness.
My realm is the lowest, only the fifth level of the Qi Refining Stage.
I am a literary and artistic cultivator.
I’m still a fantasy writer—but it’s a pity that I won’t be of much use in front of the beast tide.
I’ll try my best to inspire him once.”
"Okay!
Lao Ding and I are both foundation-building cultivators.
We crush the true essence and explode with psychic energy.
We can always activate the Taiyi thunder cannon three or five times.
If we put it all together, even if we can't kill this bastard, we can at least delay it.
Hold it for three minutes!"
the red-eyed officer said proudly.
After everyone was introduced, everyone turned their attention to Jiang Tao in the corner.
Only then did Li Yao remember that Jiang Tao, a "cultivator," was huddled in the corner.
Jiang Tao seemed to have been dead for three days and three nights.
His face was pale and he stammered: "I, I only have the third level of cultivation in the Qi Refining Stage.
I'm afraid I can't activate the Taiyi Thunder Cannon.
I, I..."
After saying "I" for a long time, he suddenly became excited, pointed at the seven cultivators, and shouted crazily, "You, you are simply crazy, why do you have to sacrifice yourself to save a car of irrelevant people!"
The seven cultivators looked at him without saying a word, with indifferent eyes.
In the drizzle, they look like seven bronze statues.
Jiang Tao couldn't bear it anymore and screamed at the top of his lungs: "We are all powerful cultivators.
We can live for at least a hundred more years and enjoy a good life.
How can we die inexplicably in a place like this?
How is it possible?"
The big fat man said coldly: "It is precisely because we are powerful cultivators that we must step forward when a crisis comes.
There is a saying in the cultivator world that you must have heard - the blood of the strong must be shed for the weak."
Wei Qingqing said: "And you have seen with your own eyes the horror of an outbreak of beasts.
Even if we don't step forward, we will be overtaken by the Ghost-faced Silver Mosquitoes in ten minutes, and we will still be dead by then."
The old man Zhuang Zhonghai said calmly: "You are also a cultivator and have extraordinary computing power.
You can do your own calculations and analysis to see if there is a second way to go?"
Jiang Tao rolled his eyes and screamed: "Of course!
It will take a while for the ghost-faced silver mosquito to devour the lives of a car full of people.
We are all cultivators.
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We can definitely run for dozens of miles.
If we meet reinforcements, we can escape!"
The old man Zhuang Zhonghai narrowed his eyes and said word by word: "Young man, you mean to let a whole car of ordinary people be our human shields, right?"