Only one day has passed since that trial, and that trial has been going on endlessly, the so-called seven days and seven nights, and the soul also needs to rest, but unlike people, it is only a process of self-repair of the soul and a necessary procedure for the maintenance of the Dharmakaya. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The seven days and seven nights of judgment are just as Yuesheng said, it is really a destruction of the spirit, and the damage to the soul is not as fast as the recovery of the texture damage. Yang Pi could now feel a voice calling his name at any time and place, and looked back suspiciously from time to time.

Coldly received a heavy hammer, it was Falo, Falo said with a bad face, "Yang marrow, you are endless, look at your nest appearance, where do you look like a hero who killed the demon of Huashi, you are simply a cowardly bear!"

"Shhhh Yang Luna nervously glanced around, and he could clearly see that all the undead around him were whispering not far from him, and the cautious look of pointing was clearly aimed at him.

Walking in the Academy of the Dead, Yang Pi finally discovered the unusual facts. How low his sense of existence once was, now it seemed that all the eyes of the undead were looking after him, but that gaze was full of contempt, contempt, resentment, hostility, and disgust, and seeing him was like seeing disgusting garbage.

Who told Lao Tzu, uncle, when did I become the public enemy of this academy?

Yue Sheng, who was originally opening the way in front, saw that Yang Pulp and the others did not follow, so he stopped his steps, came to Yang Michal, and suddenly said, "What are you looking at, hurry up, the time is almost up." ”

Yang Pi was taken aback by Yue Sheng before he reacted and whispered, "How do I feel that the students of this academy don't seem to be very friendly to me? ”

Yuesheng had a cold face as always, and glanced around casually before speaking, "It turns out that you don't know that your report on Senior Sister Zaoju has caused a sensation in the entire Dead Academy, and I'm afraid there is no place for you here." ”

"How can this be?" said Falow and Wright at the same time, knowing how much effort it took them to send the Yang Pi to this Academy of the Dead, just waiting for the Yang Pi to return to the world with them after successfully graduating. Now that the boiled duck has flew, Fallow and Wright will never accept it.

"I say, this aristocratic friend, don't pretend to be deep with me here, but tell us two brothers, what is the final verdict of this wisdom house, so that we can also be prepared! If we really want to end this stupid man, we!

Wright shook his head and couldn't help but take a deep breath, clearly indicating that this aristocratic boy was standing on the position of the penculi. Don't ask for trouble, this nobleman is not easy to mess with.

Wright hurriedly stepped forward, pulled Fallow aside, and said in a gentle tone, "Yuesheng, right? Farlow has no offense, you have a lot of knowledge with him." We're just worried about the safety of the yang marrow, so you can bear with me if there are some inappropriate words!"

As soon as Wright finished speaking, he heard Yue Sheng say coldly, "I know you, you are the remnants of the golden generation!"

Even if Wright was polite, he was still angry when he was poked in the underbelly, "What did you kid say?" Wright grabbed Yuesheng's collar and lifted Yuesheng up, his eyes were cloudy with an unfriendly fierce light, he was originally tall and burly, and now he was pulling Yuesheng like he was carrying a chicken.

"Let it go!" Yuesheng said in a tough tone.

But Wright was obviously angry, glaring at Yuesheng with murderous intent. It was the first time I've seen Wright really angry, and it was terrifying. The amiable Wright in his impression never seemed to appear, and Wright's strength boiled at this time and seemed to be about to burn. The strength of the momentum is not inferior to the moon sheng.

Yang and Falow glanced at each other, and hurriedly rushed forward, if they fought here, they would really be tired. Violence and martial arts are never allowed in the Holy Land School of the Dead, and nothing can be unbridled here.

"Wright, it's not easy to move here!" Fallow quickly reminded.

The masculine was about to open his mouth but saw Wright suddenly smile gently, and then put Yuesheng down steadily, and finally patted Yuesheng on the shoulder and said, "I'm sorry, Yuesheng!

Yuesheng looked directly at Wright without saying a word, and there was no change in expression on his face. There was only one sentence to speak, "It's time, let's go!"

Then he turned around and led the way in front without saying a word.

Yang Marrow, Fallow and Wright had to follow behind Yuesheng stupidly.

The moment they pushed open the door, Yang Pulp, Falow, and Wright were stunned at the same time, it turned out that the place they followed Yuesheng to was the open-air square in front of the main gate of the Academy of the Dead. At this time, countless undead spirits have gathered in the square, and it seems that something important is about to happen.

Countless undead in the uniforms of the students of the Academy of the Dead gathered in the square, and their appearance seemed to attract countless gazes, but those eyes seemed to be with knives, piercing the soul of the yang marrow.

He stopped a little timidly, but Fallow pushed him so hard that he almost fell, only to hear Farrot's whisper behind him, "What's the situation! The atmosphere is a little wrong! You kid give me a little clever!"

Yang Mian tried his best to lower his posture, not looking at the cold gaze that was cast at him, terrifying and chilling. Stiffly following behind Yuesheng, Yang Pulp, Farot, and Wright stood on the side in front of the door. The three-story staircase was like a platform, and Yang Pi guessed if there was something to announce.

The only thing that can be thought of in such a state of affairs is a student assembly or a transmission of the supreme instructions from above, the instruction, to all the spirits of the dead.

It didn't take long for a few familiar figures to slowly come out of the door. At the head is the seldom-seen Dean of the Academy of the Dead, Mr. Will Clark of the Martial Arts Department of the Imilan Academy on the left, and Ms. Fannayin of the Martial Arts Department of the Wurui Luo Wenshu Department on the right.

The three undead had solemn faces, and their costumes were even more solemn, and the wide robes and large sleeves were extremely cumbersome, making their souls appear extremely tall, and their courage would seep out of the Dharma Body with every step, and the stars flew by like fireflies.

Standing on the three-story platform, solemn and elegant, the momentum is compelling, and the yang marrow is already dumbfounded. These three undead who spanned thousands of years or even more of time and space had heights that he could not reach. It is not a fresh aristocratic undead like Yuesheng, but a tenacious soul that accompanies time.

At this moment, the ghost rune archway in the middle of the square finally flew up with ten thousand light belts, and the ghost runes flew up and spread out in the sky, slowly floating for people to admire. The surroundings faded into light and were stained by darkness. All the souls gradually began to shine at this time, like a bright lamp, shining on each other.

The brightest of the three spirits of the undead, Shzygor, Will Clara, and Vanayin, is like a solar system surrounded by countless stars.

The soul of Xi Zhegor seemed to be able to stretch almost to the sky, guiding the guiding light of all the undead, and he stretched out his two fingers and arms in a hug shape, as if hugging all the students.

And the eyes of all the undead were also focused on Mr. Xizhegor, which was a look of admiration, more like listening to teachings.

"Dear fellow believers in the Academy of the Dead, our mission is to dedicate your souls to the underworld from the moment you enter the Academy of the Dead. And at this moment, we are gathered here to commend the best students of our Dead Soul Academy, the Yang Essence!"

As soon as Mr. Xizhegor's words were spoken, the marrow, Farlow, and Wright were all stunned by the thunder, and they were so shocked that they all thought they had misheard or were dreaming. looked at each other and couldn't open their mouths. had to turn his gaze to Yuesheng, but unfortunately Yuesheng had a posture that didn't care about himself, and didn't pay attention to the searching gaze of Yang Miao and others.

Before he could come to his senses, he heard Xi Zhe Gor continue, "Yang Marrow, as an extremely talented martial artist of the Academy of the Dead, personally killed the demon head of the Huashi Asura clan and prevented Huashi's plot to invade the underworld. He is the pride of our College of the Dead. In view of such meritorious service, the four committees of the academy decided to award the medal of the Yang Marrow Guardian to congratulate him on his early graduation!"

Every word Xi Zhe Geer said was like a muffled thunder, and the wild yang marrow could not find the south, south, west, and northwest, and he didn't know why.

What the hell is going on?How did I go from a great sinner to an excellent graduate, is this the rhythm that is going to drive me out of the Academy of the Dead?

Yang Pi was stunned in place, his consciousness was caught in an unsolvable whirlpool, I must be dreaming, this must be an illusion in my consciousness, he kept persuading himself. Until Mr. Xizhegor called his name, "Yang pith, Yang pith......

Fallow slammed the penis hard, and said in a low voice with a slight mockery, "You kid is really lucky, you have mixed up with the name of an excellent graduate, it seems that the trial has finally come to an end! Hey, you still don't go forward to receive the award." ”

The yang pith walked forward stupidly, but every step was so difficult, because he was faced with countless cold gazes. All the undead looked at him with disgust, and they probably thought he was the shameless informant and executioner!

Senior Sister Zao Ju is quite popular among students, and her star-like presence is unexpectedly reported by him and ends up clearing her existence. From beginning to end, Zhegor's words did not mention a single bit of jujube chrysanthemum, and so on. It was to inform all the undead that Jujube had been purged as a traitor, and that the object of hatred as a student had all been transferred to himself. The methods of the Academy of the Dead are quite clever, as the Academy of the Dead and the underworld, which are known for their impartiality, naturally do not have to bear the responsibility, and the ruthless sin finally fell on him, but all this is so heavy that the yang marrow can't raise his head.