Absolute Great Teacher Chapter 1234: Inheritance of Saints

　　 In order to protect his "treasure", Wang Bibao broke out his potential and fought with all his strength. Sun Mo was saving people and couldn’t kill him. So he was afraid of his head and tail, and finally he was accidentally kicked by Wang Bibao. Turned it out.

　　bang!

　　Sun Mo hit the wall, cracks appeared on the stone wall built by the boulder, which shows how powerful the attack he endured.

　　 "Are you dead?"

　　Lian Hongying was secretly happy, but after that, she saw Sun Mo stand up, not even vomiting a mouthful of blood.

　　 "My dear, this resistance is too strong, right?"

　　 Everyone was shocked.

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

　　 Extremely cold persuaded: "If anyone who enters this cage goes crazy, no one can be saved."

　　 "What's in it?"

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

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

　　 "No, I have studied ancient linguistics, but I haven't seen this before. It feels more like a spell!"

　　 "Just leave it alone, it's weird anyway!"

　　The master teachers who entered just now are scared.

　　Sun Mo stood at the door and found that as long as he did not enter, Wang Bibao would not attack. He looked like a lion guarding his own territory.

　　 Wait any longer, Wang Bibao will undoubtedly die, so Sun Mo is not polite, raising his hand to release the spirit wave technique.

　　咻! call out! call out!

　　The beam flew, hitting Wang Bibao's two lower legs, breaking the bones and restricting his movement.

　　 "I'm gonna!"

　　 Everyone was shocked, even Ji Han was no exception, staring at Sun Mo's hands dumbfounded.

　　 This attack is too quick, right?

　　 And the range is still such a long, doesn't this mean that as long as Sun Mo is willing, even if he is a few tens of meters away, he can attack first?

　　bang!

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

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

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

　　 "Get out, this is my treasure!"

　　 Wang Bibao roared, like a mad dog, trying to bite Sun Mo.

　　 Pop! Snapped! Snapped!

　　 Sun Mo clicked his finger to seal Wang Bibao's meridian, making him immobile, and then the guy started to spit.

　　 "Master Wang!"

　　 Sun Mo had to persuade him again, but Wang Bibao's head slammed and suddenly burst open, splashing hot and humid blood and brains all over Sun Mo.

　　 "I said it earlier, it's useless!"

　　 Ji Han chuckled.

　　"You are also a seven-star master, I think you are inferior to a pig and a dog!"

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

　　 "Sun Mo, don't be shameless!"

　　 Ji Han's face sank, and his body was agitated, and there was a sign of a volcano bursting out: "How about the seven stars who are stationed here? Even if you are a saint, you can live like a jailer!"

　　 Wu You and Pang Tong glanced at each other. This Ji Han is really dissatisfied, and I think about it. In his good years, I can’t teach and educate people in Kyushu. I came here to watch the prisoners. It’s really tough .

　　"Then you can resign too!"

　　Sun Mo shot back.

　　 "Resign? Are you a kid who has not been bitten by this old dog in society? If I can resign, I will leave early."

　　 Ji smiled coldly: "Do you think I am cruel? But I have told you in advance that the three major puzzles of visiting the Great Prison will be deadly. It is your arrogance and self-confidence that you have to solve."

　　The examinees laughed at themselves. Generally speaking, the big mystery of such and such, the unsolved mystery of the deep mountain village, is played by bluffing people, it is a gimmick, who knows that your big prison is real.

　　 If it’s true, I can’t blame Ji Han.

　　 "Our famous teachers speak with their strength. If you are upset, go and solve the mystery, otherwise you will shut up."

　　 Ji Han went wild: "I have made some achievements and been praised by others. Do you really think you are invincible in the world?"

　　 "Invincible is not invincible, I don't know, but I know, I must be more like a person than you!"

　　Sun Mo wiped the blood from his face, and tried to hit the end.

　　 "Wait!"

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

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

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

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

　　Lian Hongying Radical General: "I have solved the three major mysteries here, and hit them in the face."

　　 "Close your dog's 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, a thick layer of dust has accumulated, and the walls are scratched and mottled, all left by prisoners who once lived here.

　　In the corners and some gaps, because of dampness, patches of green mold grew.

　　 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 archeology and is also familiar with ancient linguistics, but he has not seen these words, but according to the cause of Wang Bibao's death, he already knows that this is a psychic spell.

　　The king must have died of mental pollution, and the source of the pollution seems to be a psychic beast?

　　 Generally speaking, no matter what contract the psychic has signed with the psychic beast, when the psychic dies, the contract is automatically cancelled, and the psychic beast will 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 a lighter to light a fire. It needs spells as sparks and auras as motivation, but the psychic is dead, where do the spells and auras come from?

　　 Sun Mo read the text on the wall once, after taking shorthand, out of caution, changed his eyes and tried to communicate with the psychic beast.

　　 "I can speak psychic words, I can give you freedom!"

　　 is still the old way. Sun Mo felt that the psychic beast would definitely not want to be ‘cautious’ in this cell all the time.

　　 just didn't respond.

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

　　 "What is he doing?"

　　Lian Hongying is puzzled.

　　 "Oh, just speculation, do you think you won’t die if you don’t read that paragraph? I tell you, it’s useless."

　　 Ji Han put his hands behind his back, holding the winning ticket.

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

　　 Even if you don’t read that paragraph, as long as you stay in jail, you can 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 didn't know, but Ji Han was stunned by this scene.

　　 "Why is he not crazy?"

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

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

　　 "Is it because I guessed wrong, there is no psychic beast?"

　　Sun Mo finally looked at those three lines.

　　 I even understand the language of some ancient tribes with only a few hundred people, but I don’t understand this. This is very abnormal. I ask myself that I am very knowledgeable.

　　 Wait, change your mind!

　　Why did the prisoner leave this text?

　　 vent your anger?

　　 Cynical?

　　 deliberately cheating?

　　 It is possible.

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

　　Sun Mo asked.

　　 "Guess!"

　　 Ji Han did not answer.

　　 "You don't even tell me the most basic information, what's the point of this test? And this kind of question, I go out and ask someone to ask, I am afraid I can know."

　　Sun Mo sneered.

　　 Ji Han frowned, reluctantly spit out two words.

　　 "Sage!"

　　 Indeed, as the mystery of the Great Impossible Prison, these three lines of text are well known to everyone, and even some famous masters of the high star have also copied them, just to experiment whether they will go crazy after they are read.

　　 It turns out that only the three lines on the wall can make people crazy.

　　Sun Mo fell into deep thought.

　　Since he is a saint, he is definitely not a narrow-minded person. What will he do when his life is the darkest and the most dying?

　　 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 his life.

　　Don't talk about famous masters, just an ordinary craftsman who also wants to pass down his handiwork so that he will not lose it.

　　 Besides, even if the saint is not looking for a successor, he definitely wants revenge, right?

　　 Sun Mo followed this line of thought and thought about it.

　　 But the guards like Ji Han can't decipher their own legacy, then these words must not be partial, because even the language that the famous master Gao Xing can't decipher, others have nothing to do.

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

　　 Yeah, why have to think so complicated?

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

　　The way to get past it is certainly not difficult.

　　 "The saint is on ~ IndoMTL.com~ If you are framed, and you want a disciple to avenge you, will you give him your inheritance, then I am willing to fight for you!"

　　 Sun Mo looked at the three lines and told respectfully in his heart that he has a bottom line. If the saint is a badass, he would rather not want the other party’s ‘legacy’.

　　 After saying this three times, a strong mental shock erupted from the text, like a tsunami, and rolled toward Sun Mo.

　　 Boom!

　　 Sun Mo's brain shook, his eyes went dark, and he was drawn into an empty large lecture hall

　　What the hell?

　　 Sun Mo lowered his head and saw that he was also wearing a simple student gown, and there was an elderly man in the class.

　　 His face is withered, his hair is gray, and he is in a state of desperate illness.

　　 "I am a saint Bai Dong!"

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

　　Sun Mo didn't move, nor was he happy. After all, who can guarantee that this is not a test? If the saint’s inheritance were so easy to obtain, it would be too cheap.

　　"Is this your attitude towards saints?"

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

　　

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