There was once again a strong divine light between heaven and earth, a divine light that no one could see, a divine light that was extremely holy.

From above the nine heavens, from below the abyss.

Through the clouds and mist, he came to Wu Xin's eyes and entered his body.

What he saw in front of him had broken the understanding of the monks in Kangchuan City and the saints and elders of Shenhua Valley.

In their eyes, cultivation is the Mahayana after integration, just like the two elders of Shenhua Valley in front of them.

The magical powers of the young people on the high platform often only appear in some collections of books. Ordinary monks have never heard of them, let alone seen them.

Today's guests include elders from various major sects, elders from the Valley of Divine Flowers, and businessmen from the secular world.

They had never imagined the scene that happened today. Some even thought that the young man on the high platform had failed and had changed from a great monk to an ordinary mortal.

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Saint Ye Qiuyun was so angry that she could clearly feel that the power in the fairy sword was rapidly passing away and fell into the body of the girl Jasmine under the high platform.

She was the saint of the Valley of Deification, and even she had never enjoyed such an infusion of power before her, let alone the group of monks and mortals who were watching.

Today she hated the girl named Jasmine in front of her very much. The girl had stolen the power that should have belonged to her.

Although she knew that she could not yet master the power in front of her.

This made her feel extremely angry, so she wanted to kill everything in front of her with a sword!

There was a thunderbolt in her eyes. She wanted to kill this mortal young man first, and then kill the girl who stole the power of the fairy sword.

So, when she took action again, she only had one thought: she wanted to cut the sword in the hand of the guy in front of her into scrap metal.

That sword came from the horizon, but it was a broken sword forged from the most worthless scissors, hoes, and iron pots in the west of the city.

This guy calls the black iron sword Mortal Sword!

At this time, Li Xiuyuan was holding a mortal sword in his hand, standing quietly three feet in front of her.

The divine light in the sky gradually disappeared, and the hazy clouds still covered the red sun in the sky. A clear ray of light fell on the fairy sword. It was not until this moment that she discovered that the fairy sword in her hand actually had a small dent.
Chapter completed!