Absolute Great Teacher Chapter 907: The dark saint, the leaves will not fall!

Although Sun Mo has been promoted, he can't recover the aura, stamina, and injuries he has consumed until now.

Duanmuli is a kind of person who bears the name of a dark star master, but in essence, he is still a master teacher with a moral bottom line.

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

Sun Mo racked his brains.

Having this kind of boss sitting in Zhongzhou Academy is more pros than cons for the school, because he can teach not only students, but also famous teachers.

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

Anyway, I am not interested in the science of beasts. As long as I finish studying the Great Desolate Fulong Sutra, let the dragon soul cooperate with Duanmu Li to do some research, it is not impossible.

Sun Mo was still thinking about the conditions that he could come up with, but he heard Duanmu Li burst into tears.

"Run!"

What are you running?

Sun Mo looked up in a puzzled manner, and saw that Duanmuli's body suddenly sprouted, and then grew rapidly, pulling out a series of tender green branches.

On these branches, new flower bones and leaves grew in the blink of an eye.

And Duanmuli was thinner visible to the naked eye.

"Duanmu Master..."

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

This is instinctive fear and fear.

Not only that, because he signed a divine word contract with the dragon soul, he can also feel the emotions of the dragon soul. At this time, the ancient dragon soul, the **** beast of the Fulong Academy, was as scared as seeing Here comes the hawk's chicken.

A breath of terror descended on the whole hall.

Before he found the enemy, Sun Mo saw that Duanmuli's whole person seemed to have turned into a tree, just like when spring came, it took root and gave birth to large green leaves.

"Man Ye Saint, you despicable villain!"

Duanmuli roared.

I really didn't expect that Saint Wanye, who has been in retreat and has no interest in the world, will take action, but I also blame myself for being careless.

"Sun Mo, run!"

Duanmuli's body was shining with golden light, and he decided to fight for his life. His only remaining four elephant battle pets also rushed towards the northeast corner.

Just halfway through, a huge rhizome sprang up from the ground, wrapped around the four elephant war pets, and then roots grew from the rhizomes, pierced into the war pet's body, and began to draw their vitality.

Huh!

A gust of wind rose on the ground, and the green flickers condensed into green leaves, which immediately surrounded the dragon soul, spinning like a tornado.

A middle-aged man appeared. He did not wear clothes made of linen or silk. Instead, he was wrapped in a lot of leaves and he 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 around his waist and unplugged it.

"Receive!"

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

Sun Mo's heart is a warning sign for Dasheng.

Om!

The formation of the aura of victory over the guardian immediately let the chill of death fade away.

"This is the halo of the master teacher who has enlightened through the catalog of the God of War?"

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

"Manye..."

Duanmuli roared.

"The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. Don't be arrogant."

The middle-aged man waved his hand casually.

Huh! Huh! Huh!

The leaves growing from Duanmuli's body suddenly fell, and then suddenly accelerated, like a sharp blade, piercing Duanmuli's body.

Manye Chuanxin.

Noise! Nourish! Nourish!

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

Wow!

The blood and minced meat were sprinkled on the ground, but in an instant, it was absorbed by the rhizomes. There was no blood stains, and it was as neat as if it had never killed anyone.

Sun Mo vomited blood, Gan Liniang, who was behind by the oriole, passed away.

Manyo?

Not surprisingly, this should be Dark Dawn, one of the three saints of Wanye Saint, and he has a reputation called Wanye Buluo.

It is said that whenever Saint Wanye goes there, no matter what the season, the dead wood will recover and the flowers and plants will bloom to welcome him.

This is a fart.

On strength, unfathomable, on knowledge, people are a sage, on the mind, picked the fruit of Duanmuli.

You know, Duanmuli has calculated Murongye and Xiao Fulong. If there were no accidents like Sun Mo and Wanye Saint, Duanmuli would be the final winner.

"Master, don't want to kill, hurry up and beg for mercy, and you may live."

The scarab's voice echoed crazily in Sun Mo's mind.

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

Sure enough, Sun Mo gradually calmed down from the nervousness and panic, and had no intention of admitting counsel.

Sage Man Ye 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 aura of saints will make ordinary people feel like they are being targeted by a hungry lion and bear. Fears originating from genetic instincts are not transferred by human will.

"Good morning saint!"

Sun Mo greeted politely.

It stands to reason that in the face of the famous teacher Gao Xing, bowing slightly is the right way to do. But Duanmuli was killed by the Wanye Saint, and Sun Mo admired Duanmuli very much, so he didn’t bow to show his respect. maintain.

"Are you afraid of death?"

At the moment when Saint Wanye's voice fell, Sun Mo's skin had many flower bones growing out of his skin without warning, drawing his vitality crazily.

This made Sun Mo weaker.

But Sun Mo was unmoved, and replied sonorously: "A person is not dead until he is buried in a coffin. If I admit counsel now, then I am alive and dead." /

Om!

Jin Yu's good words broke out.

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

Sage Man Ye lowered his head, his mouth overflowing with a ridiculous smile: "A hundred years? Or two hundred years? A famous teacher who dared to use good words to me~IndoMTL.com~I haven't seen it in a long time."

"But what you said is really good."

Sage Man Ye thinks deeply.

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

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

The scarab wants to cry without tears. I know you are a master of the golden sentence, but can we see the occasion? It's really just a sentence for the saint Wanye to kill you.

Easier than crushing a flea.

"I will give you a chance to join my team of famous teachers!"

Sage Man Ye proposed.

Even if you become a saint, as long as you are a famous teacher, you have a natural desire to collect good students, because only good students can pass on their mantle.