As soon as Wei Zixi finished speaking, many people present changed their colors.
Even Ji Mingyu and Wei Zixi's expressions 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 moved faster than all of them.
The red energy thread fell down like a spider web, binding Xi Yue and Elder Qin.
Immediately afterwards, the Haotian Divine Scepter emitted a bright light, pointing directly at the sky.
In an instant, a circle of light that was brighter than the sun fell in the sky, covering both Xi Yue and Elder Qin at the same time.
"Ah!!" A heart-piercing scream came from Elder Qin's mouth.
He threw himself on the ground and howled, digging the flesh on his face with his fingers.
Blood gushed out from his eyes, ears, mouth and nose, but it was not bright red blood, but accompanied by black and dirty pus.
In just a moment, there was not a single piece of good skin left on Elder Qin's body.
The skin and flesh were gouged out from the face and hands, and there were bones inside.
It's just that even the white bones, under the sunlight of the holy day, also showed some black spots.
In the blink of an eye, it became as ugly as moldy, and exuded a rancid 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 oozing from his forehead, but there was not even a single scar on his body.
Even after the light of the holy day shone for a while, her body would automatically exude a green light, just like the vigorous vitality in spring, which made people yearn for and yearn for.
"It's a saint! This is definitely a real saint!" Someone shouted.
Some people knelt down in fear and fear, and dared not speak because they had questioned the identity of the saint just now.
But at this moment, no one will question it anymore.
Xi Yue must be the real saint!
As soon as Wei Zixi's Haotian Divine Scepter was retracted, the holy day's light disappeared.
At this moment, Elder Qin had turned into a puddle of blood and black lacquered bones, Mrs. Qin prostrated herself on the ground, weeping in despair.
As soon as the holy day was over, Xi Yue couldn't hold on any longer and fell limply.
However, before she fell to the ground, Ji Mingyu hugged her into her arms and hugged her horizontally.
Xi Yue's face was pale, her breathing was weak, and there was a pain and emptiness in her body as if her strength had been completely drained.
The holy day light can't hurt her, but it will instinctively expel all the dark things in the monk's body, including emotions, greed, hatred and obsession.
Xi Yue's mysterious yin body and the chaotic dantian carrying the original power can be said to be the purest in the world, but it is impossible for the soul to be completely free of distracting thoughts.
Therefore, the baptism of Tianguang on this holy day was like undergoing chemotherapy for her, killing the cancer cells in her body.
It didn't have any side effects on her body, but it still made her feel pain and hardship.
One more second, it may not be able to hold on.
However, when her frail body fell into a familiar embrace, Xi Yue felt that all the fatigue and pain disappeared in an instant.
She adjusted a comfortable position in Ji Mingyu's arms, and fell into a deep sleep.
Next, no matter what happened, she believed that as long as Ji Mingyu was around, she would definitely solve it for her.
Ji Mingyu embraced the girl in his arms with a distressed face, and then looked at the man in red opposite him with icy cold eyes.
Wei Zixi raised the corners of his mouth and showed a lazy smile, but there was something turbulent in the depths of his eyes, which made him unable to take his eyes off the girl's pale face.