Chapter 907 Dark Saint, the Leaves Never Fall!

Although Sun Mo has advanced to the rank, the spiritual energy, physical energy, and injuries that he has consumed so far cannot be recovered.

A person like Duanmu Li, although he bears the name of a dark star master, is essentially a famous teacher with a moral bottom line.

"We have to find a way to dig him back."

Sun Mo racked his brains.

Having such a big guy sitting in Zhongzhou University is a good thing for the school, because he can not only teach students, but also teach famous teachers.

Even if he does not teach, let teachers and students follow him, just observe, can benefit a lot.

Anyway, I'm not interested in the study of the beasts. As long as I finish the Great Wilderness Fulongjing and let the Dragon Soul cooperate with Duanmu Li to do some research, it's not impossible.

Sun Mo was still figuring out what conditions he could get his hands on when he heard Duanmu Li explode.

"Run!"

run what?

Sun Mo raised his head in confusion, and saw Duanmu Li's body suddenly sprout, and then grew rapidly, pulling out green branches.

On these branches, new flower buds and leaves grow in the blink of an eye.

However, Duanmu Li had lost weight visibly to the naked eye.

"Master Duanmu..."

Sun Mo was startled and wanted to rescue him, but in the next moment, his whole body seemed to be stuck in an ice cave, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

It's instinctive horror and fear.

Not only that, because he signed the divine language contract with the dragon soul, he could also feel the emotion of the dragon soul. At this time, the ancient dragon soul, the sacred beast of the Fulong Academy, was as frightened as if he had seen a falcon. Vegetable chicken.

A terrifying aura descended on the entire hall.

Before Sun Mo could find the enemy, he saw that Duanmu Li seemed to have turned into a tree, as if after spring had come, it took root and sprouted out large tracts of green leaves.

"Saint Wanye, you despicable villain!"

Duanmu roared.

I really didn't expect that Saint Wanye, who had been in seclusion and had no interest in the world, would take action, but he was also blaming himself for being careless.

"Sun Mo, run!"

Duanmuli shone with golden light all over his body, and decided to fight for his life. His only remaining four-elephant pet, also rushed towards the northeast corner.

Just running halfway, huge rhizomes sprang out from the ground, wrapped around the four elephants, and then roots grew on the rhizomes, pierced into the body of the pets, and began to extract their vitality.

call!

A strong wind rose from the ground, and the green light spots flickered, condensed into green leaves, and surrounded the dragon soul in an instant, spinning like a tornado.

A middle-aged man appeared. He was not wearing clothes made of sackcloth or silk, but was wrapped in a lot of leaves, with a wicker-woven tree ring on his head.

The wind blows and the willow leaves on the tree ring sway.

The middle-aged man took off the gourd around his waist and pulled out the stopper.

"receive!"

After a loud shout, the leaf tornado that surrounded the dragon soul entered the gourd, and then he looked at Sun Mo.

Sun Mo's heart was full of warning signs.

hum!

Overcoming the formation of the guardian halo immediately made the bone-chilling chill of death fade away.

"This is the halo of the famous teacher who realized the epiphany through the God of War Illustrated?"

The middle-aged man looked at Sun Mo and couldn't help nodding his head, "Something interesting!"

"Wan Ye..."

Duanmu roared.

"The winner is the king, the loser is the bandit, stop making noise."

The middle-aged man waved his hand.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

The leaves growing on Duanmuli suddenly fell, and then suddenly accelerated, like a sharp blade, stabbing into Duanmuli's body.

Wan Ye through the heart.

Noisy! Noisy! Noisy!

These leaves not only pierced into Duanmuli's body, but completely cut him into pieces.

Whoa!

Blood and minced meat were spilled on the ground, but in an instant, they were absorbed by the roots and stems, and there was not even a single blood stain, as neat as if they had never killed anyone.

Sun Mo vomited blood angrily, and Gan Li Niang was left behind by the oriole, and it was a split second.

Wan Ye?

Unsurprisingly, this should be the Dark Dawn, one of the three saints of Wanye Saint. He has a reputation called Wanye Never Falls.

It is said that every time the Saint Wanye goes, no matter what the season, dead trees will revive, flowers and plants will bloom, so as to welcome his honorable car.

It's a fart

In terms of strength, it is unfathomable, in terms of knowledge, he is a saint, in terms of brains, he has picked the fruit of Duanmuli.

You know, Duanmu Li had a plan for Murongye and Xiao Fulong. If there were no accidents like Sun Mo and Saint Wanye, Duanmu Li would be the final winner.

"Master, don't think about killing it, hurry up and beg for mercy, you might just live."

The voice of the scarab resounded crazily in Sun Mo's mind.

Because of the contract, when Sun Mo died, the scarab had to be buried with him instead of being free, so it was afraid, because it knew how tough this master was.

Sure enough, Sun Mo gradually calmed down from his nervousness and panic, without any intention of admitting counsel.

When Saint Wanye saw this scene, his eyes lit up slightly.

You must know that when you reach the realm of saints, ordinary people will have the urge to worship them when they face them. The momentum released by saints will make ordinary people feel like they are being stared at by hungry lions and bears. That is from genes Instinct fear does not depend on human will.

"Good morning saint!"

Sun Mo politely greeted him.

It stands to reason that when facing the famous teacher Gao Xing, bowing slightly is the correct way, but Duanmu Li was killed by Saint Wanye, and Sun Mo admired Duanmu Li, so he did not bow to show his protection.

"Aren't you afraid of death?"

The moment the words of Saint Wanye fell, a lot of flowers and bones grew on Sun Mo's skin without warning, frantically extracting his vitality.

This made Sun Mo weaker.

But Sun Mo was unmoved, and answered with a sonorous force: "A person is not called dead until he is dead and buried in a coffin. If I admit it now, then I am alive and dead."

hum!

Jin Yuliangyan broke out.

The golden light spot radiated out and sprinkled on the body of Saint Wanye.

Saint Wanye lowered his head, and a mocking smile overflowed his mouth: "One hundred years? Or two hundred years? I haven't seen a famous teacher who dared to speak to me with good words."

"But what you said is really good."

Saint Wanye was very impressed.

For these famous teachers, judging whether a person is alive or not is not judged by physiological breathing.

"My master, are you trying to scare me to death?"

Scarabs want to cry without tears, I know you are a master of golden sentences, but can we look at the occasion? It's really just a matter of one sentence for the saint of Wanye to kill you.

Easier than crushing a flea.

"I'll give you a chance to join my Famed Master Group!"

Manyo Saint proposed.

Even if he becomes a saint, as long as he is a famous teacher, he has a natural desire to collect good students, because only good students can pass on his mantle.