Super Tiandao Academy

Chapter 788 The Despicable Saint

"Ye Mao, I'm giving you a chance. Hurry up and bow your head to me, or you'll be doomed." The little sage Xia Xiaofeng stood on the wolf king's back and shouted.

Ye Mao acted as if he didn't hear his voice, but at this moment, a person who was almost ignored by everyone made a move, and this person was Yang Luoluo.

She took out a strange pill and crushed it, and suddenly a thick fog spread rapidly in the entire valley.

This fog is very strange, even with the eyesight of a cultivator at the Nine Apertures Realm, he cannot see more than a foot away.

Some people set fire to it, some used the wind to drive it away, but it was useless. For the mist formed by the strange pill, everyone couldn't do anything for a while.

Ye Mao recovered a lot of his strength, took the opportunity to restrain his breath, urged the stepping god boots, and disappeared from Feng Ruoqian's sight.

He didn't do anything, and these grandsons actually joined forces to target him, which made him so embarrassed, and felt extremely aggrieved.

"A bunch of bastards, you are going to die." Ye Mao moved quickly in the thick fog with a gloomy face.

After encountering an enemy, use the second form of the Opening Palm to "sacrifice", decisively attack their hands and feet, sacrifice their hands and feet to the way of heaven, and then cover them with amulets.

He shot one after another, and the screams in the dense fog fluctuated from east to west, making the group of people start to feel hairy.

Many people gathered together to fight back against Ye Mao, but it was useless. Ye Mao decisively used the power of the Lake of Heaven to sweep him away.

At this moment, there are more than 80 people who have been cleaned up by him.

When the other people heard the screams, they were terrified and did not dare to stay in the dense fog, and rushed out of the dense fog desperately.

"West side!" A voice suddenly came from the sky.

Shen Fengtian was quite familiar with that voice, it belonged to his master, the Purple Talisman Saint, and he knew that it was the master reminding him that Ye Mao was to the west.

At this time, the strange fog had faded a lot, and he rushed to the west area quickly.

They were not far away, but when they heard the screams, they rushed over with the help of the third-grade ancient talisman and saw Ye Mao leaving.

Without further ado, he immediately struck out a third-grade ancient talisman, a huge fist mark billowing in flames, and slammed it fiercely against Ye Mao's back.

Seeing Ye Mao being submerged by the flaming fist, he couldn't help laughing.

"You're too happy too soon!"

In that messy pit, Ye Mao stood up, his face pale.

"It's not dead!" Shen Fengtian was secretly startled, these third-grade ancient talismans were refined by his master, and even monks in the middle stage of Dao Fruit Realm could kill them.

Under this heavy blow, Ye Mao's face turned slightly pale.

He knew very well that with his fighting power, he might not be able to block even Ye Mao's ten moves. Seeing this guy rushing towards him, he once again played a third-rank ancient talisman.

"What the hell!" Ye Mao retreated angrily, the battle was too aggrieved.

What kind of bullshit Saint Contest actually allows the use of such high-level ancient talismans? This is simply the bastard of the purple talisman saint, and then smashed him to death with money.

"Not dead yet!" Shen Fengtian was shocked when he saw that the dust had dispersed, and there was only a little blood hanging from the corner of Ye Mao's mouth.

Now there are only two third-grade ancient talismans left. It is extremely difficult to make such high-grade ancient talismans.

Even if the master is a third-rank talisman refiner, it is not easy to make such ancient talismans.

If the master is a second-rank holy talisman teacher, that's fine. If a holy talisman is thrown out, the grandson will be ashamed long ago.

Shen Fengtian held the third-grade ancient talisman, and stared at Ye Mao vigilantly, while Ye Mao stared at him, his eyes were spinning around, he must be thinking about how to get close to him.

He was a little nervous. According to the current situation, even if he used the remaining two third-grade ancient talismans, he might not be able to kill this guy.

The only way is to use that super killer weapon, which was made by the master with a drop of his holy blood, as long as he is hit by it, Ye Mao will definitely die.

It's just that there is a shortcoming of that thing, before it is released, Ye Mao must be locked, and locking takes time.

At this time, a cyan saber light galloped from a distance, slashing at Ye Mao fiercely with a domineering air.

Ye Mao spread out his drunken steps, drifted around, and after avoiding the attack, he noticed that the more than 200 people who fled were rushing towards here, following closely behind Feng Ruoqian.

He retreated immediately, cast "Mist Concealment Technique" and "Wind Transformation Escape Technique", turned into clouds and mist, and the strong wind rolled the clouds and mist, and fled into the distance.

"You can't escape!" Feng Ruoqian flapped his wings violently behind his back, attracting the blessing of the strong wind in the depths of the sky, and instantly rushed in front of Ye Mao, and slashed down with a knife.

Ye Mao's figure froze, he raised his sword to block it, and there was a "bang", sparks shot out, and the rest of his energy rolled, like a circle of ripples, spreading towards the four directions.

After Feng Ruoqian took two steps back from the shock, he immediately rushed up and wrapped Ye Mao around.

Ye Mao suddenly felt a thrilling feeling, as if a huge life-and-death crisis was coming, he hurriedly performed "Soul and Flesh Unity", and used the power of the God-given Lake to bless him, shaking the wind like shallow.

He wanted to leave here immediately, but it was still a step too late, a red light shot towards him, so fast that only the soul body could barely feel it.

Ye Mao immediately urged the Godly Stepping Boots to dodge, but he was still a bit slow, the back of the head was hit, and the world was spinning instantly, feeling that everything was moving away from him.

"Yeah, it's done!" Shen Fengtian jumped three feet high excitedly, "Once hit by the life-threatening shuttle refined by the holy blood, the blood will collapse, the black stone will crack, and the soul will fly away. No one can save you, hahaha..."

He couldn't be more happy because after going out this time, he can become the true disciple of the purple talisman saint, learn to refine ancient talismans from the purple talisman saint, and become a talisman refiner respected by everyone in the future.

Feng Ruo smiled slightly, once Ye Mao died, he would be the No. 1 in this Saints Contest, no one could match him.

Ximen Wu also laughed, secretly said: "I haven't done anything yet, you are finished, and I can't ask for credit from the higher up, it's really boring."

Yanling is outside the small boundary.

"Zi Fu, I knew you were a despicable person, but I never thought that you would be so despicable.

Just because a group of black crows recorded images of you and your wife, you did not hesitate to use holy blood to target a child in the Nine Aperture Realm. "The red-robed patriarch was furious, and the clouds in the sky turned red because of her anger.

"Is there a problem with the card I gave my disciple to protect him? Shen Fengtian made his own decision. He accidentally killed Ye Mao. You can follow the rules of the game and imprison him for three or four years." The Purple Talisman laughed bitterly. Quite proud, the mood is also quite good.

The red-robed old man said: "Don't forget, who reminded Ye Mao of his location before."

"Yes, I violated the rules. I will go to the Law Enforcement Hall another day and face the wall for punishment." The Purple Talisman said jokingly, "By the way, don't forget to notify me of Ye Mao's funeral. I will definitely go back and report to him." Xiang, to express the infinite apology in my heart, let him walk lightly on Huangquan Road, hahaha..."

"Hahaha...hahaha..." The red-robed patriarch let out a louder laugh than him, "Purple Talisman Saint, you are too happy, everything has just begun, and the best show is yet to come."

(End of this chapter)