As soon as Wei Zixi finished speaking, many people present turned pale with anger.
Even Ji Mingyu and Wei Zixi's faces darkened and they were about to protect Xi Yue behind them.
Elder Qin's eyes widened in horror, and he was about to blurt out the words of refusal.
However, Wei Zixi's movements were faster than any of them.
Red energy lines fell like a spider web, binding Xi Yue and Elder Qin.
Immediately afterwards, a brilliant light emanated from the Haotian Scepter, pointing straight to the sky.
In an instant, a halo of light brighter than the sun fell from the sky, covering Xi Yue and Elder Qin at the same time.
"Ahhh!!" a heart-wrenching scream came from Elder Qin's mouth.
He fell to the ground, wailing and scratching the flesh on his face with his fingers.
Blood flowed out from his eyes, ears, mouth and nose, but it was not bright red blood, but was accompanied by black and dirty pus.
In just a few moments, there was no intact skin left on Elder Qin's body.
The flesh on his face and hands was scraped off, revealing the white bones underneath.
However, even these white bones showed some black spots under the sunlight of the Holy Day.
In the blink of an eye, it became ugly as mold and emitted a foul smell.
On the other hand, Xi Yue, who was also under the light of the Holy Day, was only slightly pale with beads of sweat on her forehead, but there was not even a single scar on her body.
Even after the holy day's sunlight shone for a while, her body automatically radiated a bright green light, just like the vibrant vitality that flourishes in spring, making people yearn for it and desire it.
"It's the Saint! This is definitely the real Saint!" someone shouted.
Some people knelt down in fear and trepidation, not daring to say a word, because they had just questioned the identity of the saint.
But at this moment, no one would question it anymore.
Xi Yue must be the real saint!
Wei Zixi retracted his Haotian magic staff, and the light of the Holy Day disappeared.
At this time, Elder Qin had turned into a pool of blood and black bones. Madam Qin was crawling on the ground, crying in despair.
As the light of the Holy Day faded, Xi Yue could no longer hold on and fell down softly.
However, before she fell to the ground, Ji Mingyu embraced her in his arms and held her horizontally.
Xi Yue's face was pale, her breathing was weak, and she felt a pain and emptiness as if all her strength had been drained from her body.
The Holy Day Light cannot harm her, but it will instinctively expel all the dark things in the monk's body, including the seven emotions and six desires, greed, anger, and ignorance.
Xi Yue's Xuanyin body and the chaotic Dantian that carries the original power can be said to be the purest in the world, but it is impossible for there to be no distractions in the soul.
Therefore, the baptism of the holy day's light was like a chemotherapy for her, killing the cancer cells in her body.
There were no side effects on her body, but it still caused her pain and suffering.
One more second and I might not be able to hold on.
However, when her weak body fell into a familiar embrace, Xi Yue felt that all her tiredness and pain disappeared without a trace in an instant.
She adjusted herself into a comfortable position in Ji Mingyu's arms and fell into a deep sleep.
Next, no matter what happens, she believes that as long as Ji Mingyu is there, he will solve it for her.
Ji Mingyu held the girl in his arms with a look of heartache on his face, and then he looked at the man in red opposite him with a biting cold gaze.
Wei Zixi raised the corners of his mouth and revealed a lazy smile, but something was surging deep in his eyes, making him unable to move his eyes away from the girl's pale face. (To be continued)