Super Theological Academy to Conquer the World

"Oh, Xiao Tangya, I should have told you that the ups and downs of a Zong Men still depend on Zong Men ’s own development. When I left, I had left enough to Yan Zong, whether it ’s merits or not. The law is still the strength. At the beginning, the Yanzong was the first in the mainland. "

Chu Mo sighed and said slowly, without solving this Tangya's demon, Chu Mo worried that he would still take the old road.

"But if you look at the present day and the present day, it's the fact that those sects who keep pace with the times have survived, but the Yan sects have been drowned in the long river of history. There are many ways to maintain the peak of the Yan Zong in the mainland, but every time the head of the class has never cherished the opportunity. "

After talking, Chu Mo touched Tang Ya's head. This kind of thing still needs Tang Ya to experience it slowly.

Suddenly, Chu Mo raised his eyebrows and looked in the direction of Shrek College.

"Something happened to the college. I might have to go there."

"Ok."

Tang Ya nodded, Chu Mo could help her so much, she was already very grateful. But she lowered her head and her mood was a bit low. Has she always been wrong?

Chu Mo didn't persuade anything, the figure flashed, and he had returned to Shrek College thousands of miles away.

He had just arrived, and a strange voice echoed through the college.

"That's called Chu Mo, come out!"

The sound of Meng Yi didn't sound big, but after it sounded in his ears, there was a rumble. It was like the explosion of thunder in my mind. Even more frightening is that this voice enveloped the entire Shrek College. The simple words actually made Shrek College feel like the clouds are overwhelming.

"How did he come, Chu Mo seems to be looking for you?" The figure of Yan Shaozhe flew to Chu Mo's side just after the voice sounded.

"Why don't you know it when you meet him, old saying, you take the students back first, and maybe you will fight."

Chu Mo shook his head, and he didn't know what was going on.

"It's a trivial matter, but, Chu Mo, can you handle it?" It's not that Yan Shaozhe doesn't believe in Chu Mo. It's just that the strength of this poisonous old monster is well understood by everyone in Shrek.

Although he knew that Chu Mo's strength was abnormal, after all, Chu Mo was too young.

"Relax, this is Shrek."

Chu Mo's remarks made Yan Shaozhe feel at ease and Yan Shaozhe nodded slightly. Chu Mo's figure rose to high altitude, a terror momentum, while rising in his body, maintaining the level of super Douluo.

Chu Mo didn't want to show too much strength, this was his state 10,000 years ago.

Not only that, but faintly, within Shrek College, a violent momentum suddenly burst out, like a wave of turbulence.

Chu Mo chuckled lightly. These are many Shrek elders who are cheering him.

"Then the old monster, what are you doing with me?"

Chu Mo's tone is not polite.

"A good Shrek Academy. Why, do you want to bully the less with the help of more people? Then let's compare." Outside Shrek Academy, strong flames skyrocketed into the sky, and suddenly, at least over twenty , Every ray of light that bursts into the air is condensed but not scattered,

Especially the front green light beam is extremely thick, and the light even covers up the other light beams behind.

"Yo, they brought people here."

Chu Mo sneered.

In the distant green light, a figure slowly appeared.

It was a tall old man with long dark green hair scattered behind him, but it was a bit funny that he had no hair on top of his head, which was actually a thank you.

The old man has a ruddy complexion like a baby, without even many wrinkles. The only thing that can tell the age is that his pair is also the vicissitudes of dark green eyes.

More than twenty beams of light behind the old man lined up gradually, and gradually appeared in different shapes, but they could be suspended in mid-air by virtue of their own cultivation, and all are top strong men.

Be aware that non-flying Martial Soul divisions, even of the Seventh Ring Soul Saint level, can only fly in the air for a short time. Only when it reaches above eight rings can it be so suspended. You can only fly for a long time with powerful soul power when you reach the title Douluo level. In other words, the twenty or more people in the sky are at least eight rings or more.

Chu Mo raised his eyebrows, and at a glance, he repaired this group of people. He could see clearly that the title was Douluo, there were seven, and the rest was all Contra.

"Yo, still a bald man." Chu Mo sneered and glanced at the old man in front of him, "I have a little impression on you. Ontology, right, is such a big battle coming for the New Year?"

"Humph, good talk."

The poisonous old monster's face changed, and he exclaimed for so many years, when did anyone dare to provoke him so much. Now, naturally, anger rises.

As he said, he roared, and the strong dark green light suddenly rose into the sky, dyeing half of the sky dark green. The body suddenly skyrocketed, and it was magnified more than ten times in an instant. The dark green skin swelled up and turned into huge muscles like granite. Only a pair of shorts to protect the vital parts.

The most terrifying thing is the soul ring on him, two yellow, two purple, two black, three red. There are actually as many as three hundred thousand years of soul ring. The full release of Wuhun, the monstrous arrogance even smashed the air.

"Get angry, then play with you."

Chu Mo chuckled lightly, and the faint firelight began to rumble from his body.

Xuan Lao, Yan Shaoze and others below, glanced at each other, and took a rare serious look. This is the first time they have seen Chu Mo's shot. Although they have always known that Chu Mo is very strong, but to what extent, no one knows.

The golden fire light rushed to the sky, also covering the half of the sky, and the golden red and green were separated in the sky.

But the most terrifying thing is Chu Mo's soul ring. No matter how many times he has seen it, he still can't help but be surprised. Nine rounds of blood-red Soul Rings rose slowly, especially the last Soul Ring, all surrounded by golden threads, and I don't know what year's Soul Ring was.

The horror momentum shocked, and there was a tendency to surpass the poison old monster.

Both Yan Shaozhe and Xuan Lao can see that Chu Mo ’s cultivation practice, although only at level 95, is not weaker than the other by virtue of the quality advantage on the soul ring.

The poisonous old monster looked to Chu Mo. Although he had long heard of Chu Mo's terrifying nine soul rings, he saw at this moment that he was slightly surprised, and it was really a monster.

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