Chapter 1234: Saint Inheritance

In order to protect his 'treasure', Wang Bibao burst out his potential and fought with all his strength. Sun Mo was saving people and couldn't make a death move, so he was timid. Finally, he was accidentally kicked in the chest by Wang Bibao and fell over. .

boom!

Sun Mo smashed on the wall, causing cracks to appear on the stone wall built with huge boulders, which shows how powerful the attack he endured.

"do you died?"

Lian Hongying was secretly happy, but just followed and saw Sun Mo standing up without even vomiting a mouthful of blood.

"My darling, isn't this resistance ability too strong?"

Everyone was shocked.

"Master Sun, don't waste your energy, it's useless!"

Jihan persuaded: "Once the people who enter this cage go crazy, none of them can be saved."

"what is inside?"

Sun Mo turned his head and asked other people who had entered.

"There are three lines of writing on the wall, it should be an ancient language!"

"No, I have studied ancient linguistics, but I have never seen this kind of thing, it feels more like a spell!"

"Don't worry about it, it's weird anyway!"

The famous teachers who entered just now were terrified.

Standing at the door, Sun Mo realized that as long as he didn't go in, Wang Bibao would not attack. He looked like a lion guarding his territory.

If he waited any longer, Wang Bibao would definitely die, so Sun Mo was not polite, and raised his hand to release Lingbo.

call out! call out! call out!

The light beam flew and hit Wang Bibao's two calves, shattering the bones and restricting his movement.

"I am!"

Everyone was taken aback, even Ji Han, who stared at Sun Mo's hands dumbfounded.

Isn't this attack too fast?

And the range is so long, doesn't this mean that as long as Sun Mo is willing, he can strike first even if it is tens of meters away?

boom!

Wang Bibao fell to the ground, but he put his hands on the ground and wanted to stand up. Sun Mo had no choice but to smash his arm with Lingbo.

"Master Wang, calm down, I will help you!"

Sun Mo rushed into the prison, and quickly pressed his hands on Wang Bibao's body to stop the bleeding.

"Get out, this is my treasure!"

Wang Bibao roared like a mad dog, wanting to bite and kill Sun Mo.

Snapped! Snapped! Snapped!

Sun Mo tapped his fingers, sealing Wang Bibao's meridians, making him unable to move, and then the guy started spitting.

"Master Wang!"

Sun Mo wanted to persuade him again, but Wang Bibao's head slammed and exploded suddenly, hot and humid blood and brains splashed all over Sun Mo's body.

"I told you earlier, it's useless!"

Ji Han chuckled.

"You are also a seven-star master teacher, I think you are not as good as pigs and dogs!"

Sun Mo narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at Ji Han. This kind of person does not deserve his respect.

"Sun Mo,

Don't be shameless! "

Ji Han's complexion also darkened, his spiritual energy was surging, and there was a sign of a volcanic eruption: "Stationed here, what about the seven stars? Even a saint, his life is no different from that of a jailer!"

Wu You and Pang Tong glanced at each other, this Ji Han was really dissatisfied, thinking about it, it is true that in such a good age, he could not teach and educate people in Kyushu, so he came here to guard the prisoners, it was really difficult.

"Then you can resign too!"

Sun Mo shot back.

"Resign? Are you a child who has never been bitten by the old dog of society? If I could resign, I would have left long ago."

Ji Han smiled: "Do you think I'm cruel? But I've told you in advance that visiting the three major puzzles of the big prison rashly will kill you. It's your arrogance and self-confidence that insists on solving it."

The examinees laughed at themselves. Generally speaking, such-and-such big mysteries and unsolved mysteries in remote mountain villages are all bluffs and gimmicks. Who knew that your big prison was real.

If it's true, Ji Han can't be blamed.

"Our famous teachers all speak based on their strength. If you are upset, go and solve the mystery, or shut up."

Ji Han was furious: "I have made some achievements and been praised a few times, do you really think that I am invincible?"

"Invincible or not, I don't know, but I know, I'm definitely more human than you!"

Sun Mo wiped the blood off his face, and he was going to fight to the end.

"and many more!"

The old farmer grabbed Sun Mo: "Don't be reckless!"

"Master Tang is right, don't be impulsive."

Wu You persuaded, but other people just sit on the mountain and watch the show, anyway, the person who died has nothing to do with him.

"Sun Mo, keep going crazy, don't let people look down on you!"

Lian Hongying, the heroic general: "Unravel the three major mysteries here, and slap them in the face hard."

"Shut your mouth!"

Sun Mo glared at Lian Hongying and stood in the center of the prison.

The prison is very ordinary, because no one dared to come in and clean it. It has already accumulated a thick layer of dust, and the scratches on the walls are all left by the prisoners who once lived here.

The corners and some crevices, due to damp, gave birth to patches of green mold.

Sun Mo raised his head and looked at the wall facing the stone bed, with three lines written on it.

Sun Mo is proficient in archaeology and is also familiar with ancient linguistics, but he has never seen these words, but according to the cause of Wang Bibao's death, he already knows that this is a psychic spell.

Wang Bibao died of spiritual pollution, and the source of the pollution seems to be a psychic beast?

Generally speaking, no matter what contract the psychic and the psychic beast signed, when the psychic died, the contract would be canceled naturally, and the psychic beast would either die or be free.

But now, the prisoner still controls the psychic beast through a passage.

This is simply a magical skill, because summoning a psychic beast is like lighting a lighter. It needs mantras as sparks and aura as power. But when the psychic is dead, where do the mantras and aura come from?

Sun Mo read the writing on the wall once, and after shorthand, out of caution, he turned his gaze away, and then tried to communicate with the psychic beast.

"I can communicate the divine language, and I can give you freedom!"

It's still the old way, Sun Mo felt that the psychic beast would definitely not want to be 'restricted' in this cell all the time.

Just no response.

Sun Mo was not in a hurry, and sat down cross-legged.

"What is he doing?"

Lian Hongying was puzzled.

"Oh, it's just opportunistic, do you think you won't die if you don't read that paragraph of text? Let me tell you, it's useless."

Ji Han had his hands behind his back, and he was sure of winning.

They are all famous teachers, and they are full of curiosity about unknown things, so how could they not do experiments. In the case of Sun Mo, they have already tried it with prisoners.

Even if you don't read that paragraph of text, as long as you are in prison, you may go crazy, and the longer you stay, the greater the chance of going crazy.

A quarter of an hour passed, and Sun Mo found nothing.

He was a little worried, but he didn't know that this scene stunned Ji Han.

"Why isn't he crazy?"

Ji Han suddenly became a little nervous. This kid can't really be a man guarded by the goddess of luck. Can he solve this mystery?

No, I thought too much. This kid is obviously tougher and more resistant than others. As long as he continues to stay, his mind will return to zero and he will go crazy.

"Could it be that I guessed wrong, and there are no psychic beasts?"

Sun Mo finally looked at the three lines of words.

I can understand the language of some ancient tribes with only a few hundred people, but I can't understand this. This is very abnormal. I ask myself that my knowledge is very profound.

Wait, think differently!

Why did the prisoner leave this text?

Vent and curse?

Cynical?

Deliberately cheating?

There is this possibility.

"Ji Han, who is the prisoner who left these three lines?"

Sun Mo asked.

"you guess!"

Ji Han didn't answer.

"You didn't even tell me the most basic information, so what's the point of this test? Besides, if I go out and ask anyone about this kind of question, I'm afraid they will all know."

Sun Mo sneered.

Ji Han frowned, and reluctantly spat out two words.

"saint!"

Indeed, these three lines of text are known to everyone as the mystery of the Great Impossible Prison, and even some high-star master teachers have copied them, just to test whether others will go crazy after reading them.

It turns out that only three lines of writing on this wall can drive people crazy.

Sun Mo fell into deep thought.

Since he is a saint, he must not be a narrow-minded person. What will he do when his life is the darkest and when he is most close to death?

Sun Mo asked himself, he would swear, get angry, and even hurt himself, but in the end, he still wanted to keep what he had learned in this life.

Not to mention famous masters, even an ordinary craftsman wants to pass on his craft, so as not to lose it.

Furthermore, even if the saint is not looking for a successor, he must want revenge, right?

Sun Mo thought about it along this line of thought.

However, it is not possible to let the guards like Ji Han decipher their own inheritance, so these words must not be partial, because the language that even the famous teacher Gao Xing can't decipher, let alone others.

If these three lines are not language at all...

Yes, why do you have to think so complicated?

For these guards, they must be preconceived, thinking that the three lines left by the saint are unpredictable, but in fact, it may be just a threshold.

Then the way to pass it must not be difficult.

"My lord, if you were framed and you want a disciple to avenge you before giving him your inheritance, then I am willing to fight for you!"

Sun Mo looked at the three lines of text, and respectfully told him from the bottom of his heart that he had a bottom line. If this saint was a villain, he would rather not have the other party's 'inheritance'.

After saying this three times in a row, a strong mental shock erupted from the text, rolling towards Sun Mo like a tsunami.

boom!

Sun Mo's brain was shaken, his eyes went dark, and he was pulled into an empty lecture hall

What the hell?

Sun Mo looked down and saw that he had also changed into a plain student robe, and there was an old man in the class.

His face was haggard, his hair was gray, and he looked like he was dying of a serious illness.

"I am the saint Bai Dong!"

The old man looked at Sun Mo with a kind expression: "It's finally time for you, my student, kowtow now and accept my inheritance!"

Sun Mo didn't move, and he didn't feel any joy. After all, who can guarantee that this is not a test? If the saint's inheritance is so easy to get, it is too cheap.

"Is this how you treat saints?"

The old man was very disappointed: "You don't even want to call me East Saint!"

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