Chapter 4211: Living saint (1/2)
”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.”