"Master, this mural is indeed indestructible.

However, can it be that even with Master's strength, you're still unable to destroy this mural?

"If that is the case, wouldn't it be invincible to use it to create a Soul Treasure?"

After testing several times, the boy finally accepted his master's words.

At the same time, he had several thoughts running through his mind.

If this sword could be made out of a piece of stone from the mural, then wouldn't that sword be invincible?

"Since I can't even destroy it, how can I refine it into a Spirit Formation? Don't think that you're the only one who's smart in this world. People have already tried it out for a long time. "

The boy's Master's face revealed a trace of lament as he taught the disciples behind him:

"This mural was left behind by the previous Sage. The person holding the sword in the mural should be that Sage."

After many years of wind and rain, it could not hurt the mural in the slightest.

Even if the strongest person of today were to take action, he will still be unable to pry open even a tiny grain of sand! "

"Wow!"

The children were all shocked. They couldn't help but look forward to the saint who had left behind this mural in ancient times.

"Master, someone is planning to cut the mural down."

The boy suddenly turned around and said.

"Who's having such wild thoughts?"

The smiling gaze of the boy's master swept over, locking on to a figure.

Not only him, almost everyone present looked at Ning Qi.

Ning Qi stood in the air, his hands constantly making hand gestures, as though he was calculating the angles, preparing to cut down the fresco.

"There's no need to worry. These kinds of people often appear. After a while, he will be gone."

The child's master smiled.

With that said, everyone watched as Ning Qi gently waved his hand, and then the entire mural was sliced off from the mountain, and floated in mid air.

Then, Ning Qi tapped gently again and the fresco disappeared with a whoosh.

On the mountain, there was a square hole.

However, the frescoes left behind by the previous Saints had all disappeared.

The sounds in Saint's Valley disappeared in an instant, leaving only the chirping of birds and the chirping of insects.

The gazes of countless people all landed on Ning Qi at the same time.

"M-Master, the mural is gone!"

The boy stammered.

"I can see you! It's not like I'm blind!"

The child's master swallowed his saliva and said.

The gaze with which he looked at Ning Qi was filled with shock.

What kind of method was this?

Saint's Valley had existed for so many years, yet there was no one who could leave a mark on it. Yet the entire mural was cut off and taken away by the other party?

"This … this senior, this is the mural of a saint, how can you …"

Someone stammered out.

His tone didn't dare to be disrespectful in the slightest. However, when faced with the saint's mural being taken away, he could only choose to speak. This was a remnant of many years of history within Saint's Valley!

However, more people chose to stay silent at this moment.

Are they stupid?

Of course not!

The fact that he could take away the saint's painting so casually showed how powerful his opponent was. He was so strong that not even the strongest cultivator in the world could do this.

"I can leave you an identical one, but it won't make any difference."

Ning Qi laughed, then gently waved his hand, and everyone saw that the mountain wall returned to normal.

It was as Ning Qi had said, there was no difference at all.

In the next moment, Ning Qi and Liu Ruchun left the place.

Everyone waited until Ning Qi disappeared for a dozen of breaths before they gradually regained their senses.

"Master, is this mural still the mural of a saint?"

The boy had a strange expression on his face.

"It should be, right?"

With a thought from the boy's master, a flying sword flew into the air and pierced into the Saint's fresco.

Bang!

Just as the flying sword touched the painting, it turned into scrap metal and fell from the sky.

The boy's master spat out a mouthful of blood, and looked at the saint's mural in horror. "How, how, how is this possible? "How come this saint's mural has become even more terrifying than before?"

He had tested it with his flying sword before, but he only said that he would not be able to destroy the frescoes. As long as he could control his strength, the flying sword would not be damaged.

But just now, he had clearly used even more meticulous methods, yet his flying sword had become scrap metal. The only explanation for that was that this saint's mural was even more terrifying than before!

Upon seeing this, quite a few people also took the test and finally came to a conclusion.

The murals of the Saints were indeed more terrifying than before!

"The one just now probably took away the real mural of a saint, leaving behind a fake one."

"It's just that the imitation mural is even more terrifying than the real mural. Could it be … Is that a saint? "

Everyone was shocked.

Just at this moment, someone noticed that a black dot was flying toward them. In an instant, it appeared above them.

This man was the leader of the Heaven's Martial School, the man who was guarding the Saint's Valley and was regarded as the most powerful man in the world!

"We pay our respects to Sect Leader Ce Tian!"

The people below immediately cupped their hands and bowed.

Not long after that, countless figures appeared and stood behind the Sect Leader. These were the elders of the Heaven's Policy Sect.

He was a well-known figure in the world today.

"Grand master, this disciple has just personally witnessed someone cutting down the saint's painting with his bare hands. Then, he said that he could leave us an identical painting. I hope master can make up his mind."

A figure shot up into the sky and came before the Sect Leader of the Ce Heavenly Sect. He cupped his hands and said in a low voice.

"So you're saying that this painting of a saint is no longer the original painting?"

Sect Leader Zhe Tian mumbled to himself.

"Sovereign, I think it's just a trick. The legacy of Saint's Valley has been passed down for so many years, and no one can hurt a single one of the murals. Who can cut them off completely?"

One of the elders came forward and said with a cupped fist salute.

"I saw it with my own eyes, it definitely wasn't an illusion. Sovereign, the painting is now completely different from before. Sovereign only needs a single try to know."

The previous cultivator, who was not satisfied with the elder's doubt, suggested to the sect head.

"Alright, then I'll give it a try."

Sect Leader Zu Tian looked at the frescoes with a grave expression. The next moment, he slowly raised his hand and a sword flew out from his fingertip. It attacked the frescoes with a terrifying aura.

"Worthy of being the strongest person in the world today. Just the pressure from that one sword strike was enough to cause us to be unable to move …"

"If this saint's painting is fake, then this sword will shatter!"

Bang!

The moment Sect Leader Zu Tian's sword collided with the fresco, it immediately turned into scrap metal and fell to the ground.

A faint blush appeared on Sect Leader Zu Tian's face. A trace of blood slowly dripped from the corner of his mouth.

The crowd was tongue-tied as they watched this scene unfold.

They had already come to the conclusion that the person who'd taken the mural away and left it behind definitely had a cultivation base that far exceeded the Sect Leader of the Ce Heaven Sect. That person might really be a … A living saint! It was not like the ice-cold death saint depicted in the mural!