Chapter 4211: Living saint

"Master, this mural cannot be destroyed.
However, is it impossible to destroy this mural with the strength of the Master?
If so, wouldn't it be invincible to use it as a spiritual treasure? "
After the boy experimented several times, he finally accepted his teacher's words.
At the same time, several thoughts were rising in my mind.
If a piece of stone was cut from the mural and turned into a sword, wouldn't this sword be indestructible?
"Since it can't be destroyed, how can it be refined into a pendulum? Don't you think you are the only one in the world who is very smart. You think that someone has tried it."
A sigh of sigh appeared on the boy ’s Master's face, and he taught the disciples behind him:
"This mural was left by a former saint in ancient times. The man with the sword on the mural wanted to be the saint.
After years of wind and rain, none of them can hurt the mural.
It is a small grain of sand. The strongest people today can't pry! "
"Wow!"
All the boys were shocked, and couldn't help but look forward to the saint who left the mural in ancient times.
"Master, someone plans to cut the mural."
The boy turned suddenly.
"Who is so whimsical?"
The boy ’s Master smiled and glanced, then locked a figure.
Not only him, but almost everyone present looked at Ning Qi.
Ning Qi stood in mid-air and kept making gestures in his hands. It seemed to be calculating the angle and preparing to cut the mural.
"Don't worry, people like this often appear, and he'll leave in a few moments."
The boy's master smiled.
As soon as the words fell, everyone saw Ning Qi wave her hand gently, and then the whole mural was cut from the mountain and suspended in midair.
Then Ning Qi gently touched the mural and disappeared.
On the mountain, there was a square hole.
The murals left by ancient saints have disappeared.
The voices in the Valley of the Sages disappeared instantly, leaving only some birds called insects.
The eyes of countless people all fell on Ning Qi.
"Master, Master, the murals are gone!"
The boy stuttered.
"I see, I'm not blind!"
The boy's teacher swallowed saliva, said.
He looked at Ning Qi's eyes, full of shock.
What does this mean?
The Sage Valley has existed for so many years, and no one can leave a trace of the saint mural on it. It was cut off and taken away directly by the other party?
"Here, this senior, this is a saint fresco, how can you ..."
Someone stuttered and said.
He didn't dare to show any disrespect, but in the face of the saint's mural being taken away, he could only choose to speak. This is a mythological relic in the Valley of the Saints for many years!
But more people chose silence at this time.
Are they stupid?
Of course not stupid!
The opponent can take the mural of the saint so lightly, which shows how powerful the opponent's means is, unprecedentedly powerful, even the first master in the world today, can not do this.
"I can leave you with exactly the same picture, it doesn't make any difference."
Ning Qi smiled and waved his hand slightly, and everyone saw that the mountain wall was restored to the original state again.
It seems that as Ning Qi said, there is no difference at all.
The next moment, Ning Qi and Shou Ruchun left the place.
The crowd did not return to God until Ning Qi disappeared for more than a dozen breaths.
"Master, is this fresco a saint fresco?"
The boy's face was strange.
"probably?"
The boy's master thought, and a flying sword rose into the air, stabbing directly at the saint's mural.
boom!
As soon as Fei Jian touched the saint's mural, it turned into waste copper and iron, and fell from the air.
The boy ’s teacher spit out a blood arrow and looked at the saint mural in horror. "This, this, how is this possible? How did this saint mural become more scary than before?"
He tried it with a flying sword before, but just said that he could not destroy the mural. As long as he mastered the strength, the flying sword would not be damaged by bumps.
But just now, he clearly used more careful efforts, but Feijian still turned into scrap copper and iron. The only explanation is that this saint fresco is even more terrifying than before!
When many people saw this, they also took a test and finally came to a conclusion.
The saint frescoes are indeed more scary than ever!
"I am afraid that the real saint fresco has been taken away, leaving a copy of it."
"It's just that the fake murals are more terrifying than the real murals. Isn't that a saint?"
Everyone was shocked.
Just then, someone suddenly noticed that a black spot was flying out of the sky, and instantly appeared over the crowd.
This person, who is now sitting in the Valley of the Sages, is regarded as the master of the Celestial Sect of the world today!
"I've seen Master Cetian!"
The following people suddenly saluted.
Not long after that, countless figures came out of the sky, standing behind the master of Tian Ce Zong, these are the elders in Ce Tian Zong.
Any one who is placed in this world casually is also famous.
"Sect, the disciple just saw it with his own eyes. Someone cut the saint mural with his bare hands, and then he said that he could leave us with exactly the same one, and asked the lord to decide."
A figure rose up into the air, came to Cetian Sovereign, and murmured with his fists.
"So, this saint fresco is not the original one?"
Master Cetian muttered to himself.
"Sovereign, I think it's a blind eye. The Valley of Saints has been passed down for many years. No one can hurt one of the murals. Who can cut it out?"
An Elder Ce Tianzong stepped forward to fist.
"I saw it with my own eyes. It's definitely not a fantasy. Sovereign. Now this saint fresco is different from what it was. The prince just knows it."
The former monk Cetian Zong was dissatisfied with the elders' doubts about his words, and advised Cezong Tianzong.
"Okay, then try it."
Master Cetian looked at the mural with a solemn look. The next moment, he slowly raised his hand, and a sword flew out of his fingertips, attacking the mural with a terrifying atmosphere.
"It is indeed the first master in the world today. Just the coercion of this sword has made me unable to move ..."
"If this saint fresco is fake, this sword can be shattered!"
boom!
As soon as Cetian Sovereign's sword hit a mural, it immediately turned into scrap copper and iron, and fell to the ground.
A faint blush, a trace of blood, slowly slipped from the corners of his mouth on Ce Tian Sect's face.
The crowd stared at this scene with sullen eyes.
In their minds, they have gradually come to the conclusion that the person who took the mural and left the mural just now is definitely too much to surpass Cetian Sovereign, that may be a living sage! Not the frosty dead saints all year round!