Chapter 907: Dark saint, the leaves will not fall!

Even though Sun Mo has been promoted, he cannot recover the aura, stamina, and injuries he has consumed until now.
Duanmuli, although he bears the name of a dark star master, is essentially a master teacher with a moral bottom line.
"You have to find a way to dig him back."
Sun Mo racked his brains.
To have 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 Scripture and 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 laughter.
"Run!"
What are you running?
Sun Mo looked up in a puzzled way, 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.
But Duanmuli was thinner visible to the naked eye.
"Master Duanmu..."
Sun Mo was shocked and wanted to rescue him, but in the next moment, his whole body was like being 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 could also feel the emotions of the dragon soul. At this time, the ancient dragon soul, the beast of the Fulong Academy, was scared as if he had seen an eagle. Vegetable chicken.
A breath of terror descended on the entire hall.
Before Sun Mo found the enemy, he 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.
"Saint Wanye, 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 the run, huge rhizomes sprang up from the ground, wrapped around the four elephant war pets, and then roots grew from the rhizomes, which pierced into the battle pet's body and began to draw their vitality.
call!
A strong wind rose on the ground, and the green flicker flickered, condensing into green leaves, which immediately surrounded the dragon soul, spinning like a tornado.
A middle-aged man appeared. Instead of wearing linen or silk clothes, 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.
"Come!"
After a loud shout, the leaf tornado that besieged the dragon soul entered the gourd, and then he looked at Sun Mo.
Sun Mo warned Dasheng in his heart.
Hum!
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 God of War catalog?"
The middle-aged man looked at Sun Mo and couldn't help nodding: "Something interesting!"
"Manye..."
Duanmuli roared.
"The winner is king, and the loser is the bandit. Don't be arrogant."
The middle-aged man waved 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.
Wanye Chuanxin.
Nourish! Nourish! Nourish!
These leaves not only pierced Duanmuli's body, but completely cut him 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 neat as if it had never killed anyone.
Sun Mo vomited blood angrily, Gan Liniang, being behind by the oriole, passed away.
Manyo?
Not surprisingly, this should be the Wanye Saint of Dark Dawn, one of the three saints. He has a reputation called Wanye Buluo.
It is said that whenever the Saint Wanye goes there, no matter what season, the dead trees will recover and the flowers and plants will bloom to welcome him.
This is a fart
In terms of strength, unfathomable, and knowledge, people are a saint, and in terms of mind, they have picked the fruits 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 think about killing it, please beg for mercy, and if you persuaded you, you might 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 he had no intention of admitting counsel.
Saint Wanye 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 facing them. The aura of saints will make ordinary people feel like they are being stared at by hungry lions and bears. That is from genes. Instinctive fear is not shifted by human will.
"Good morning saint!"
Sun Mo said hello courteously.
It stands to reason that in the face of the famous teacher Gao Xing, bowing slightly is the correct approach, but Duanmuli was killed by the Wanye Saint, and Sun Mo admired Duanmuli very much, so he did not bow to show his defense.
"Aren't you afraid of death?"
At the moment when Saint Wanye's voice fell, Sun Mo's skin had many flowers and bones growing out of his skin without any warning, drawing his vitality crazily.
This made Sun Mo weaker.
But Sun Mo was unmoved, and replied powerfully: "A person is not dead when he is buried in a coffin. If I admit counsel now, then I am alive and dead."
Hum!
Jin Yu's good words broke out.
The golden light spot radiated out and sprinkled on the body of Saint Wanye.
Saint Wanye 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~EbookFREE.me~ I have not seen it in a long time."
"But what you said is really good."
Saint Wanye agrees.
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 look at the occasion? It's really just a sentence for the saint Wanye to kill you.
It's easier than crushing a flea.
"I will give you a chance to join my Famed Teacher Group!"
Proposed by Saint Wanye.
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.