In order to protect his' treasure ', Wang Bibao unleashed his potential and fought with all his might. Sun Mo, on the other hand, was trying to save someone and couldn't kill them. Hence, he was acting cautiously. In the end, due to a moment of carelessness, he was kicked in the chest by Wang Bibao and fell out.
Bang!
Sun Mo smashed into the wall, causing cracks to appear on the stone wall. From this, one could see how ferocious the attack he endured was.
"Is he dead?"
Lian Hongying secretly rejoiced. However, she then saw Sun Mo standing up. He didn't even spit out a mouthful of blood.
"My goodness, isn't his resistance a little too strong?"
Everyone was shocked.
"Teacher Sun, don't waste your energy. It's useless!"
Extreme Frost advised, "Anyone who enters this cage, if they go crazy, can't be saved."
"What's inside?"
Sun Mo turned and asked the others who had entered before.
"There are three lines of words on the wall. It should be an ancient language!"
"That's not right. I've learned ancient languages before, but I've never seen such a thing. It feels more like a spell!"
"Don't worry about it. Anyway, it's very strange!"
Those master teachers who had just entered felt a lingering fear.
Sun Mo stood at the entrance. He discovered that as long as he didn't enter, Wang Bibao wouldn't attack. He was like a lion protecting his territory.
If he continued to wait, Wang Bibao would die for sure. Hence, Sun Mo didn't stand on ceremony and released the Spirit Wave Art.
Xiu! Xiu! Xiu!
The light beam shot out and hit Wang Bibao's two calves, shattering his bones and restricting his movements.
"F * ck!"
Everyone jumped in fright. Even Ji Han was no exception. She stared dumbfoundedly at Sun Mo's hands.
Wasn't this attack a little too fast?
Moreover, the firing range was so long. Didn't this mean that as long as Sun Mo was willing to, he would be able to gain the upper hand even if they were tens of meters apart?
Bang!
Wang Bibao fell to the ground, but he still wanted to stand up. Sun Mo had no choice but to use spirit waves to shatter Wang Bibao's arms.
"Teacher Wang, calm down. Let me help you!"
Sun Mo rushed into the prison and quickly applied pressure on Wang Bibao's body to help him stop the bleeding.
"Get out! This is my treasure!"
Wang Bibao howled like a mad dog, wanting to bite Sun Mo to death.
Pa! Pa! Pa!
Sun Mo's finger tapped repeatedly, sealing Wang Bibao's energy channels and causing him to be unable to move. After that, this fellow started to spit out saliva.
"Teacher Wang!"
Sun Mo wanted to continue persuading Wang Bibao, but in the end, Wang Bibao's head suddenly exploded with a bang. Warm blood and brain matter splattered all over Sun Mo.
"I told you, it's useless!"
Ji Han chuckled.
"You are a 7-star master teacher as well, but in my opinion, you are worse than a pig or a dog!"
Sun Mo narrowed his eyes and stared at Ji Han. Such a person wasn't worthy of his respect.
"Sun Mo, don't be so shameless!"
Ji Han's face darkened, and the spiritual energy in his body surged as if a volcano was about to erupt. "So what if you're a seven-star cultivator? Even a saint's life is no different from that of a prison guard! "
Wu You and Pang Tong looked at each other. This Ji Han was indeed dissatisfied. But when they thought about it, he was in the prime of his life. Instead of being able to teach and educate people in the Nine States, he had to come here to guard prisoners. It was indeed a tough life.
"Then you can also resign!"
Sun Mo counterattacked.
"Resign? Are you a little kid who has never been bitten by the old dog of society before? If I could resign, this daddy would have left long ago. "
Ji Han coldly smiled. "Do you think I'm very ruthless? But I've already told you guys in advance that people will die if they recklessly visit the three mysteries of the prison. It's you guys who are arrogant and self-confident, insisting on solving them. "
The examinees laughed in self-mockery. Usually speaking, things like a certain great mystery or an unsolved riddle in a remote mountain village were just a joke. Who would have thought that the prison would be serious?
If they were serious, they really couldn't blame Ji Han for this.
"We great teachers speak with our strength. If you are unhappy, then go and solve the riddle. Otherwise, shut up."
Ji Han flew into a rage. "You have made some achievements and were praised by others. Do you really think that you are unrivalled in the world?"
"I don't know if I'm unrivalled or not, but I know that I'm definitely more like a human than you!"
Sun Mo wiped the blood off his face. He was going to go all out.
"Wait a minute!"
The old farmer pulled Sun Mo back. "Don't be rash!"
"Teacher Tang is right, don't be rash."
Wu You persuaded. However, the others just sat there and watched the show. In any case, the people who died had nothing to do with them.
"Sun Mo, continue to be arrogant. Don't let others look down on you!"
Lian Hongying goaded, "Solve the three mysteries here and smack their faces ruthlessly."
"Shut your dog mouth!"
Sun Mo glared at Lian Hongying and stood in the center of the prison.
The prison was very ordinary. Because no one dared to come in to clean it, a thick layer of dust had accumulated. The walls were mottled with scratches left behind by the prisoners who had stayed here before.
The corners and some crevices were also filled with green mold due to the humidity.
Sun Mo inclined his head and looked at the wall facing the stone bed. There were three lines of words written on it.
Sun Mo was proficient in archeology and ancient languages, but he had never seen these words before. However, based on the cause of Wang Bibao's death, he already knew that this was a segment of spiritual incantation.
Wang Bibao died from mental pollution, and the source of the pollution seemed to be the spiritual beast?
Usually speaking, no matter what contract a spiritual controller and a spiritual beast had signed, when the spiritual controller died, the contract would naturally be dissolved. The spiritual beast would either die or obtain freedom.
But now, this prisoner was still able to control the spiritual beast through this segment of words.
This was simply a miraculous skill. Summoning a spiritual beast was like lighting a fire with a lighter. It needed the incantation as the spark and spirit qi as the power. However, if the spiritual controller died, where would the incantation and spirit qi come from?
Sun Mo looked at the words on the wall and memorized them. Out of caution, he shifted his gaze away and tried to communicate with the spiritual beast.
"I know the divine language of spiritual control and can give you freedom!"
Sun Mo used the old method. He felt that the spiritual beast would definitely not be willing to be 'restrained' in this prison.
However, there was no reply.
Sun Mo wasn't anxious. He sat down cross-legged.
"What is he trying to do?"
Lian Hongying was puzzled.
"Heh, he's just taking advantage of the situation. Do you think you won't die if you don't look at those words? Let me tell you, it's useless. "
Ji Han placed his hands behind his back, feeling that victory was in his grasp.
They were all great teachers and were filled with curiosity toward the unknown. Hence, how could they not do experiments? For Sun Mo's situation, they had long since tested it on prisoners.
Even if one didn't look at those words, as long as they were in the prison, they might go crazy. Moreover, the longer they stayed, the higher the chance of them going crazy.
15 minutes passed, but Sun Mo didn't gain anything.
He was a little worried, but he didn't know that this scene had caused Ji Han to be dumbfounded.
"Why didn't he go crazy?"
Ji Han suddenly felt a little nervous. This guy couldn't really be a man protected by the goddess of luck and would be able to solve this riddle, right?
(No, I'm thinking too much. This guy clearly has a tougher will and a higher resistance compared to others. As long as he continued to stay here, his intelligence would definitely return to zero and he would go crazy.)
"Could it be that I've guessed wrongly and there isn't a spiritual beast?"
Sun Mo finally looked toward the three lines of words.
(I can even understand the language of some ancient tribes with only a few hundred people, yet I can't understand this. This is very abnormal. I feel that my knowledge is very profound.)
(Wait a minute, I should change my train of thought!)
(Why would the prisoner leave behind these words?
To vent his anger?
To hate the world?
To intentionally scam people?
There's this possibility.)
"Ji Han, how many stars does the prisoner who left behind these three lines of words have?"
Sun Mo asked.
"Make a guess!"
Ji Han didn't reply.
"You don't even tell me the most basic information. What's the point of this test? Also, I can just casually find someone to ask and I'll be able to find out the answer. "
Sun Mo coldly laughed.
Ji Han frowned and unwillingly spat out two words.
"Saint!"
Indeed, these three lines of words were the riddle of the Impassable Prison. Everyone knew about them. In fact, some high-star great teachers had even copied them before to see if others would go crazy after reading them.
Reality proved that only these three lines of words on the wall could make people go crazy.
Sun Mo sank into contemplation.
Since he was a saint, he definitely wouldn't be a narrow-minded person. What would he do at the darkest moment of his life and when he was on the verge of death?
Sun Mo asked himself honestly. He would also curse, fly into a rage, and even harm himself. But in the end, he would still want to leave behind what he had learned in this life.
Putting aside a master teacher, even an ordinary craftsman would want to pass down his craft to the next generation so that it wouldn't be lost.
Moreover, even if that saint didn't want to find a successor, he would surely want revenge, right?
Sun Mo continued to think along this line of thought.
However, he mustn't allow Ji Han and the other guards to decipher his inheritance. In that case, these words definitely couldn't be unorthodox. If even high-star great teachers couldn't decipher them, others wouldn't be able to.
If these three lines of words weren't a language at all...
That was right, why did he have to think so complicated?
To these guards, they would surely feel that the three lines of words left behind by the saint were profound and unfathomable. But in truth, it might just be a threshold.
In that case, it wouldn't be difficult to cross it.
"Saint above, if you were framed and you want a disciple to take revenge for you, that's why you gave him your inheritance. In that case, I'm willing to fight for you!"
Sun Mo looked at the three lines of words and respectfully reported in his heart. He had a bottom line. If this saint was a bad guy, he'd rather not take the other party's' inheritance '.
After saying this three times, a powerful mental impact erupted from the words, gushing toward Sun Mo like a tsunami.
BOOM!
Sun Mo's mind trembled and his vision turned black. He was pulled into a spacious lecture theater.
What the hell?
Sun Mo lowered his head and saw that he had also changed into a simple student's robe. There was an old man in the lecture theater.
His face was haggard and his hair was white. He seemed to be in a state where he was about to die from a serious illness.
"I'm Saint Bai Dong!"
The old man looked at Sun Mo with a benevolent expression. "I've finally waited for you, my student. Kowtow now and accept my inheritance!"
Sun Mo didn't move, nor did he feel any joy. After all, who could guarantee that this wasn't a test? If it was so easy to obtain the inheritance of a saint, it would be too cheap.
"Is this your attitude toward a saint?"
The old man was very disappointed. "You aren't even willing to call me Eastern Saint!"
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