Chapter 1234: Saint heritage

In order to protect his "treasure", Wang Bibao burst out of his potential and fought with all his strength. Sun Mo was saving people and couldn't kill him. So he was afraid of the head and tail. He was finally accidentally kicked by Wang Bibao in the chest and fell over. .
boom!
　　 Sun Mo hit the wall, causing cracks to appear on the stone wall built by the boulder, which shows how powerful the attack he endured.
"do you died?"
　　Lian Hongying was secretly overjoyed, but after that, he 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, none of them will be saved."
"what is inside?"
　　 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!"
　　 "Don't worry about it, it's weird anyway!"
　　 Those famous teachers who just entered 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 calves, smashing the bones and restricting his movement.
　　 "I'm gonna!"
　　 Everyone was startled, 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 start to be better?
boom!
　　 Wang Bibao fell to the ground, but he supported the ground with his hands and wanted to stand up. Sun Mo had no choice but to smash his arm with a Lingbo.
　　 "Master Wang, calm down, I'll 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, trying to bite Sun Mo.
Snapped! Snapped! Snapped!
　　 Sun Mo clicked his finger to seal Wang Bibao's meridian, making him unable to move, and then the guy began to spit.
　　 "Master Wang!"
　　 Sun Mo wanted 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 narrowed 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 also sank, his body agitated, and there was a sign of a volcano bursting: "How about Qixing who is stationed here? 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 is really dissatisfied. It is also a good time to think about it. He couldn't teach and educate people in Kyushu. It was really difficult to come here to watch the prisoners.
　　 "Then you can resign too!"
　　 Sun Mo shot back.
　　 "Resign? Are you a kid who hasn't been bitten by this old dog in society? If I could 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 candidates laughed at themselves. Generally speaking, the big mystery of such and such, the unsolved mystery of the deep mountain village, is all bluffing, it is a gimmick, who knows that your big prison is real.
　　 If it is true, Ji Han is really not to blame.
　　 "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, trying to get 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 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 to 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 gaps, patches of green mold have grown due to moisture.
　　 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 requires a spell as a spark and aura as a motivation. But the psychic is dead, where do the spells and aura come from?
　　 Sun Mo read the text on the wall once, and after taking shorthand, out of caution, he changed his eyes and tried to communicate with the psychic beast.
　　 "I can speak psychic words, I can set you free!"
　　 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, it's 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, like Sun Mo, they have tried with prisoners a long time ago.
　　 Even if you don’t read the text, you can go crazy as long as you stay in prison, 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 can even 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 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.
"you guess!"
　　 Ji Han did not answer.
　　 "You don't even tell me the most basic information. What's the point of this test? And for this kind of question, I just go out and ask someone to ask, I'm afraid I can know it."
　　 Sun Mo sneered.
　　 Ji Han frowned, and spit out two words reluctantly.
　　 "Sage!"
　　 Indeed, as the mystery of the Great Impossible Prison, these three lines of text are well known, and even some famous teachers of Gao Xing have 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 handicraft, so he won't lose it.
　　Furthermore, even if the saint is not looking for a successor, he definitely wants revenge, right?
　　 Sun Mo thought along this line of thought.
　　 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...
　　 Yes, why have to think so complicated?
　　 For these defensive guards, they must be preconceived. They think the three lines left by the saints are unpredictable, but in fact, they may be just a threshold.
　　 The way to step past it is certainly not difficult.
　　 "The saint is on ~EbookFREE.me~ If you are framed and you want a disciple to avenge you, only then 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 this saint is a badass, he would rather not want the other party’s ‘legacy’.
　　 After saying this three times, a strong mental shock burst out from the text, like a tsunami, and rolled toward Sun Mo.
　　 Boom!
　　 Sun Mo's brain was shocked, 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 put on a simple student gown, and there was an old man in class.
　　 His face is withered, his hair is gray, and he is in a state of desperate illness.
　　 "I am the 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 did not move, nor did he have any joy. 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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