Super Tiandao Academy

Chapter 974
Everyone pushed Ye Qing as the representative to persuade Ye Mao.

When Ye Qing stood at the door of Ye Qingge's house, she felt that everything was unreal. When Ye Mao first arrived here, she was still worried that he would be abused.

Now, even the most arrogant Ye Jiang is willing to call this little cousin big brother.

When she opened the door and went in, Ye Qingge was squatting to wash Ye Mao's feet, and at the same time was singing, the singing was melodious and beautiful, and Ye Mao was squinting his eyes to listen.

Ye Qing leaned forward, squatted down, and planned to wash Ye Mao's other foot.

"No, forget it." Ye Mao raised his hand to stop her, "If you want my aunt to find out, you have to pinch my ears."

"Cousin, do you think I'm pretty?" Ye Qing sat beside Ye Mao.

Ye Mao smiled and said, "Pretty and beautiful, cousin, you are as beautiful as a fairy."

"Then I'll tell my third aunt to let you marry me..."

"Pfft..." Ye Mao just took a sip of tea and sprayed it all on Ye Qing's face.

"No, sister, what's the matter with you, just tell me straight, I'll take care of it for you." Ye Mao was terribly frightened, it's very common for cousins ​​to get married in the Great Void Realm.

Ye Mao can guarantee that as long as Ye Qing mentions it, his mother will definitely agree, it will be a big trouble.

"That's what you said, don't play tricks." Ye Qing put the tea on her face, feeling very unhappy, this guy really doesn't like her.

"Hey..." Ye Qingge sighed, "Brother, if I wasn't your cousin, I would have pursued you crazily. You don't want to escape from my grasp in your life."

"Don't add fuel to the flames, okay?" Ye Mao's heart was trembling. If Ye Qing really fell in love with him, it would be too sad, "Actually, I am a very carefree person, and I am definitely not a good husband. Objects. There are women of mine in the human, demon, and sea tribes, roughly calculated, I remember more than 100, and there are more if I don’t remember.”

On Ye Qing's round face, the small cherry mouth pouted lightly, snorted coldly, threw Ye Mao a ring, and said: "This is a gift from your brothers and sisters, they all want to get those golden body monks. Give pointers."

"The gift is fine. I want to enter the illusory battle cave to accumulate points and exchange them for the same array of spiritual weapons. Then just ask everyone to help me." Ye Mao said.

"Ye Mao, come with me quickly, the ancestor wants to see you!" Hall Master Ye Mo pushed the door open and entered.

Ye Mao put on the heavenly boots and asked as he walked, "Is the old ancestor's injury healed?"

"His injuries are very complicated. The spiritual water you gave him only increased his vitality and improved his spirit." Hall Master Ye Mo mentioned his father's injuries, but he was helpless.

They walked all the way to the left side of the cultivation hall, and entered a spacious room. It was very cold and 32 people were sealed.

"These people are..." Ye Mao said.

Ye Mo said: "These are the people who were seriously injured in the great war that year. Seal them here to prevent their injuries from getting worse. After gathering the elixir, they will be unsealed and healed for them."

Ye Mao stopped, opened his eyes, checked them one by one, and said: "Although the injuries here are serious, the situation is not complicated. The nectar I gave you is enough to make them recover."

"All those spiritual waters were used by the ancestors." Ye Mo said.

Ye Mao took out another half bottle of nectar water and handed it to Ye Mo.

Ye Mao entered the back room, and there was a very mighty man with dragon horns on his head, sitting cross-legged on the futon.

"Isn't this the man with the dragon horn that I saw when I summoned the soul of Master Ji Dao?" Ye Mao was startled, no wonder Master Ji Dao was so happy and called him a lifelong friend and a lifelong confidant.

On the ancestor's chest, there was a wound as thick as an arm, and a lot of black air was entangled on it.

The ancestor Ye Huan said: "Son, I plan to pass on the position of patriarch to you!"

"It's a trivial matter, I'll treat your wounds first." Ye Mao stepped forward and observed carefully, the black air was not only in the wound, but also in the body, covering [-]% of the body.

"This is ghostly dead air. It is the first-class filthy air in the world. It is difficult to get rid of it even if it is touched by the gods." Ye Huan's voice was low and full of exhaustion, "I have tried all the methods that should be tried. Now Seeing that the Ye family has you, I can leave with peace of mind."

The hero's twilight is the saddest.

Ye Mao took two steps back and sat cross-legged.

At this moment, the eighteen arhats also appeared instantly, all sitting behind Ye Mao.

"All ghosts and evil stars can subdue, the enemy's curse can be destroyed, premature death can be rescued, all troubles can be released, and all nightmares can be stopped..." Ye Mao clasped his hands together and recited with the eighteen arhats "The Shurangama Mantra".

One after another, the holy golden Buddhist scriptures, carrying an extremely pure and powerful aura, flew in from Ye Huan's wound continuously, spreading throughout his body step by step.

"Father, it's been three hours, and the dead spirit of the ghost on Grandpa's body hasn't diminished a bit, can this work?" Jinglan Sword Master asked in a low voice.

Behind the sword master Jinglan, there are 32 masters of the Dzogchen period of the ancestors, and their injuries have been healed with nectar.

One of them said: "Ye Mao is accumulating strength, and when he has enough strength, he will use an overwhelming advantage to clear away the ghost's death energy."

"Purification!" Ye Mao and the eighteen golden monks suddenly raised their hands and pointed.

Immediately, the ancestors shone brightly, and they couldn't help but close their eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, the black air on the ancestor's wound had dissipated, and the wound was recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Okay? Is this all right?" Ye Mo grabbed Ye Mao's arm excitedly.

Ye Mao nodded slightly.

Ye Huan said with a smile: "Good boy, thank you for your hard work, you go to rest first, let's talk in detail tomorrow."

Ye Mao greeted the other Ye family seniors before retreating.

"Shua..." Ye Huan stood up suddenly, and all the aura of twilight was swept away, like a sharp sword, revealing a little bit of cold light.

"Father, it seems that the heavens are protecting our Ye family. We must get back the blood feud that year." A white-haired old woman bowed.

"Hatred is small, but stepping down on Qianlong Demon Cult and lifting the Curse of Weeping Blood is the big one." Ye Huan stood with his hands behind his back, with a broad heart, tolerant of the world.

Ye Mo said confidently: "Ye Mao has survived the Nine Tribulations, and his potential is terrifying. As long as he grows up completely and joins hands with his father, why worry about the Qianlong Demon Sect will not be destroyed, and the Crying Blood God Curse will not be solved."

"It is difficult to destroy the Qianlong Demon Sect, and it is even more difficult to undo the Curse of the Crying Blood God. Once the curse is successfully undone, you will have to face the reappearance of the Nine-Colored Evil Dragon." Jinglan Sword Master sighed in a low voice.

"The Nine Colors Evil Dragon is just a powerful demon dragon. As long as our Ye family work hard wholeheartedly, we will finally fulfill our ambition one day." Ye Huan's blood boiled with enthusiasm as soon as he recovered from his injury.

The catastrophe and pain suffered more than 30 years ago did not make him give up his ambition.

(End of this chapter)