Super Tiandao Academy

Chapter 757
The death air gushing out from Ye Mao turned into a phantom of Shura with three faces and six arms in the void, and a phantom of a hell three-headed dog appeared opposite it.

The hell three-headed dog's eyes were red, like two clusters of flames, it suddenly shot two pillars of fire, hitting towards Shura Xuying.

The flame made the souls of many people around feel a kind of throbbing.

Shura's phantom did not dodge or dodge, stretched out a hand, that hand expanded rapidly, and squeezed towards the two pillars of fire, causing sparks to shoot out.

Then he took a step, approached the hell three-headed dog, started a set of palms, and fought with the hell three-headed dog.

His fighting talent was terrifying, even if he was as ferocious as a three-headed hellhound, after three fierce collisions, he tore it into several parts, chewed and swallowed it in his mouth.

"What is that monster with three faces and six arms?" Some people couldn't understand.

An older disciple said solemnly, "That's the form of fighting spirit condensed. Those who can condense this kind of thing have terrible willpower."

After Shura Xuying killed the hell three-headed dog, he flew forward and sat cross-legged in the high-altitude green cloud, making a seal with his hands, forming a seal of withering glory.

In an instant, the vitality in the sky formed a huge funnel, pouring down toward Ye Mao inside the coffin.

"He's already a dead person, no matter how much life is poured into it, it's useless." Li Shou said with a sneer.

Nearly [-]% of the vitality of the entire life and death world was poured into the coffin, and all this was still going on, but Ye Mao still didn't wake up at all.

"Boy, stop!" An old man in black robes appeared in the sky. He sat cross-legged, with neither joy nor sorrow on his face. He was the guardian of this small realm of life and death, the Black Soil Saint.

"If you draw too much vitality, it will cause the power of life and death to become unbalanced, and cause the small realm of life and death to collapse." The Black Soil Saint looked at Shura and said.

Shura Faxiang turned a deaf ear and was still sucking in the power of life.

"How dare a little disciple ignore this seat, how presumptuous!" The black soil sage's face darkened, and with a wave of his hand, an invincible force flew down like a ten thousand zhang mountain, attacking Shura Dharma.

"That's the descendant of the Desolate Sage, how could you be like this, how could you be like this..." Many people's faces became ugly, and a person was struggling on the line of life and death. If you didn't help, you would even step on it.

"This Black Soil Saint is as cold-blooded and ruthless as ever." Some people slandered the Black Soil Saint, secretly feeling that Ye Mao's fate is ill-fated, and he may be doomed today.

But when that attack approached Ye Mao, a big fiery red hand suddenly appeared in the void, blocked the attack, then grabbed the Black Soil Saint powerfully, and threw him out of the small world of life and death.

"Red Robe, Ye Mao damages the Small Realm of Life and Death. It is my duty to stop him, but you attack me openly. To protect my shortcomings, it is a disregard of the sect's laws." The cold roar of the Black Soil Saint came from outside the Small Realm of Life and Death. "In front of the suzerain, I must ask for an explanation."

He is a majestic saint, in front of so many disciples of the sect, he was caught like an eagle catching a chick, and thrown into the small world of life and death. This is a great loss of face.

"Boom bang bang..."

Loud noises came from outside the small circle of life and death, and everyone saw that the black earth sage was slapped a dozen times by a big fiery red hand.

The whole person was shot into the ground, with multiple injuries on his body, and he looked miserable.

"If the crime is too minor, it's useless for you to file a complaint. I'll hit you a few more times to make your complaint successful. You don't have to be too grateful to me. Go!" The red-robed patriarch said gently and calmly from above. sound.

"You, you deceive people too much!" The Black Soil Saint gritted his teeth, "I want to meet the Supreme Elder, and I want to sue you, a lawless violent madman."

At this time, the fiery red hand came again, and it attracted clean water to wash away the blood and dirt on the Black Soil Saint, dry his clothes, and finally tidy his hair.

"Go quickly, do you want me to take you there?" The voice of the red-robed patriarch became more and more gentle, "By the way, you just disregarded your status as a saint and attempted to kill the descendant of the desolate saint. I have already reported to the Supreme Elder that they just want to see you."

"You, you...the villain will sue first." The Black Soil Saint was so angry that he vomited blood.

It's not hard to imagine that if he goes there now, let alone sued successfully, he might face all kinds of interrogation, if he is unlucky, he might even be soul-searched.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and the more he thought about it, the more mad he became.

"Too bullying, f-cking too bullying." The Black Soil Saint was furious, wanting to regain his position, but he was far behind the red-robed ancestor in terms of strength, status, and relationship.

Blame that damned Ye Shengxian, otherwise, with the stinking virtue of the red-robed patriarch, no one in the sect will give her face, and who will let her be blind all day long.

"The red-robed patriarch is still in style!" Everyone watched the red-robed patriarch knead the black soil sage like dough, and all the monks felt admiration in their hearts.

Over there, after Shura Dharma swallowed nearly [-]% of the vitality, a green symbol suddenly appeared above Ye Mao's body, emitting a bright green light, covering Ye Mao's body.

"Ku, Mu, Feng, Chun!" Bai Licong stared at the symbol and said word by word, his face becoming as ugly as possible.

"The grandson is already a dead man, even if he struggles with all his might, he will only be a dead man in the end." Li Shou patted Bai Li Cong on the shoulder and said.

Bai Li Cong said: "Withered wood in spring is the highest state of the Dry Glory Seal. It is rumored that it has the ability to reverse death and reincarnate."

"Life and death are not so easy to reverse, so don't worry too much, that lifeless thing is doomed to die by our hands." Li Shou said very confidently.

"Whoosh..."

Like a howling wind, a strange sound suddenly came out of Ye Mao's body, and then a little life appeared in his chest, which was very weak.

This bit of vitality, like a single spark, quickly started a prairie fire, attacking the whole body.

His heart beat powerfully, his blood flowed rapidly, his skin glowed brightly, and his eyes suddenly opened, emitting a bright light.

"Master, master, you are awake, thank you, thank you so much!" the five girls wept with joy.

Seeing Ye Mao sit up from the coffin, the disciples in the sect clapped lightly excitedly, some pumped their fists excitedly, and some showed sincere smiles for Ye Mao's escape from this calamity...

"How is this possible? It shouldn't be like this." Li Shou stared blankly at Ye Mao. It was too outrageous for a person who was clearly dead to be reincarnated forcibly.

"I told you a long time ago that this descendant of the Desolate Sage is not as easy to deal with as you imagined." Bailicong didn't care much about this failure. He knew that Li Shou hadn't used the most powerful means yet, and he had the right to act this time. It is to destroy Li Shou's underestimation, and then he will use [-]% of his energy to deal with Ye Mao.

"Hmph, so what." Li Shou quickly regained his composure, "He escaped this time, but next time I will let him die."

"The top priority is, we have to leave here. If Ye Mao finds us by following the clues, we will be in big trouble." Bai Li Cong and Li Shou left in a hurry.

(End of this chapter)