Chapter 907 Dark saint, ten thousand leaves never fall!
Although Sun Mo has advanced to the next level, the spiritual energy, physical energy, and injuries he has consumed so far in the fight cannot be recovered.
Although a person like Duanmu Li bears the name of a Dark Star Lord, in essence, he is still 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 man sitting in Zhongzhou Academy is a thing that brings more advantages than disadvantages to the school, because he can not only teach students, but also teach famous teachers.
Even if he doesn't teach, if teachers and students follow him and just observe, they will benefit a lot.
Anyway, I'm not interested in beast control. As long as I finish studying the Great Wilderness Dragon Sutra and let Dragon Soul cooperate with Duanmu Li to do some research, it's not impossible.
Sun Mo was still thinking about the conditions he could offer, when he heard Duanmu Li shouting loudly.
"Run!"
What are you running for?
Sun Mo looked up in confusion and saw that Duanmu Li's body suddenly sprouted sprouts, and then grew rapidly, pulling out a series of tender green branches.
On these branches, new flowers and leaves sprouted in the blink of an eye.
Duanmu Li, on the other hand, lost weight visibly to the naked eye.
"Master Duanmu..."
Sun Mo was shocked and wanted to rescue him, but in the next moment, he felt as if he had been stuffed into an ice cave, and his body was shaking uncontrollably.
This is instinctive fear and fear.
Not only that, because he signed a divine contract with the dragon soul, he could also feel the dragon soul's emotions. At this time, this ancient dragon soul, the sacred beast of Fulong Academy, was as scared as a falcon after seeing it.
Rookie.
A terrifying aura descended on the entire hall.
Before Sun Mo found the enemy, he saw that Duanmu Li seemed to have turned into a tree, as if it had taken root and sprouted and produced large green leaves after spring came.
"Man'ye Saint, you despicable villain!"
Duanmu Li roared.
I really didn't expect that Saint Manyo, who had been in seclusion and had no interest in the world, would take action, but it was my fault for being careless.
"Sun Mo, run!"
Duanmu Li's whole body shone with golden light, and he decided to fight for his life. His four remaining elephant pets also rushed towards the northeast corner.
Just halfway through, huge rhizomes sprouted from the ground and wrapped around the four-elephant battle pets. Then roots grew from the rhizomes and pierced into the bodies of the battle pets and began to extract their vitality.
call!
A strong wind rose from the ground, and the green light spots flashed and condensed into green leaves. In an instant, they surrounded the dragon soul, spinning like a tornado.
A middle-aged man appeared. He did not wear clothes made of linen or silk, but was wrapped in a large number of leaves and wore a wicker 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 from his waist and pulled out the stopper.
"receive!"
After shouting loudly, the tornado of leaves that surrounded the dragon soul entered the gourd, and then he looked at Sun Mo.
Sun Mo felt a warning sign in his heart.
Buzz!
The formation of the protective halo of victory immediately made the bone-chilling chill of death fade away.
"Is this the aura of a famous teacher who enlightened through the God of War's catalog?"
The middle-aged man looked at Sun Mo and couldn't help but nod: "It's interesting!"
"Wanyu..."
Duanmu Li roared.
"The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. Stop making noise."
The middle-aged man waved his hand casually.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
The leaves growing on Duanmu Li suddenly fell off, and then accelerated suddenly, like a sharp blade, piercing Duanmu Li's body.
Many leaves penetrate the heart.
Zhi! Zhi! Zhi!
These leaves not only pierced Duanmu Li's body, but also completely cut him into pieces.
Wow!
The blood and minced meat were sprinkled on the ground, but in an instant, they were absorbed by the roots without even a trace of blood stains. It looked as clean as if no one had been killed before.
Sun Mo was so angry that he vomited blood. Ganli Niang was killed by the oriole behind her.
Manyo?
Not surprisingly, this person should be Dark Dawn, One of the Three Great Saints, the Ten Thousand Leaves Saint. He has a good reputation, called Ten Thousand Leaves Never Fall.
It is said that wherever Sage Man'ye went, no matter what the season, dead trees would revive and flowers and plants would bloom to welcome his presence.
What a slap in the face
In terms of strength, he is unfathomable. In terms of knowledge, he is a saint. In terms of mind, he has picked the fruit of Duanmuli.
You know, Duanmuli plotted against Murong Ye and Xiao Fulong. If it weren't for the two accidents of Sun Mo and Wanye Sage, Duanmuli would be the final winner.
"Master, don't think about killing me. Please beg for mercy quickly. If you give in, you might be able to survive."
The scarab's voice echoed crazily in Sun Mo's mind.
Because of the contract, once Sun Mo died, the scarab would have 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 the tension and panic, and had no intention of giving in.
When Saint Manyo saw this scene, his eyes lit up slightly.
You know, 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 targeted by hungry lions and bears. This comes from genes.
Instinct fear is not subject to human will.
"Good morning saint!"
Sun Mo greeted him politely.
It stands to reason that when facing a high-star master, bowing slightly is the correct way to do it. However, Duanmuli was killed by Saint Wanye, and Sun Mo admired Duanmuli very much, so he did not bow to show his protection for him.
"Aren't you afraid of death?"
The moment Saint Wan Ye finished speaking, many flowers and bones sprouted on Sun Mo's skin without any warning, frantically sucking out his life force.
This made Sun Mo even weaker.
But Sun Mo was unmoved and answered forcefully: "A person is not called dead until he dies and is buried in a coffin. If I give in now, then I will be dead even if I am alive."
Buzz!
Good words of gold and jade broke out.
Golden light spots radiated out and fell on the body of Saint Wan Ye.
Saint Wan Ye lowered his head, and a teasing smile overflowed from the corner of his mouth: "A hundred years? Or two hundred years? I haven't seen a famous teacher who dares to use good words to me for a long time."
"But what you said is really good."
The Manyo Sage was convinced.
For famous teachers like them, judging whether a person is alive cannot be judged by physical breathing.
"My master, do you want to scare me to death?"
Scarab wants to cry but has no tears. I know you are a master of golden sentences, but can we look at the occasion? It is really just a matter of words for Saint Manyo to kill you.
Easier than crushing a flea.
"I'll give you a chance to join my group of famous teachers!"
Manyo Sage suggested.
Even if you become a saint, as long as you are a famous teacher, you will have a natural desire to collect good students, because only good students can pass on your legacy.