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In mid-air, the two Sang Feiwans fought each other, but their moves were the same and neither of them could defeat the other.

"Plop" a drop of thick blood dripped onto Yu Beiming's forehead. He raised his hand to wipe it off, looking startled:

Who was injured? Was it the real Wanwan? Or the fake one?

No, we can't let them continue fighting. We have to think of a way, a way!

Is that the real God, or something else?

What's the purpose?

If you just want to kill someone, is it necessary to dress up as Wanwan?

Or is this just a simple test?

But is there such a test? Why does it seem more like a child's game?

Whether it's a test or a game, isn't it enough to just crack it?

When Yu Beiming thought about this, he jumped up and flew into the air.

The two Sang Feiwans each drew their swords and stabbed at each other.

Yu Beiming flew up and appeared right between the two of them.

Then, the two swords, filled with murderous intent, stabbed at him from the left and right.

Yu Beiming neither dodged nor showed any fear, he just stupidly faced the two swords.

This is the real world, and he was already injured. If he were stabbed by these two swords here, he would definitely die.

The two swords came extremely fast, and in just a flash, they were already in front of them.

The strands of hair on Yu Beiming's forehead were blown away by the sharp sword energy, but he seemed to feel no danger.

"Bei Ming, be careful!" The sword on the right instantly restrained its murderous intent, and the sword tip deflected and brushed past Yu Bei Ming's cheek. The sharp sword energy left a small wound on his cheek.

The sword on the left was already coming, about to pierce Yu Beiming's body.

Yu Beiming's eyes darkened, and he stepped in the air and moved half a meter backwards, avoiding the fatal sword. At the same time, his palm flew up and hit the opponent's face without hesitation.

Sang Feiwan on the left immediately drew his sword to respond.

Yu Beiming's usual gentle temperament was long gone. As soon as the black sword came out, he didn't give the opponent any chance to react, and then he chased with several killing moves.

Each move was fierce and fierce, and was specifically aimed at the opponent's face, forcing the opponent to respond by counterattacking.

"Did you figure it out?" Although she had been taking the attack the whole time, her breath was steady and she didn't seem panicked at all, as if she had not used her full strength.

After more than ten consecutive moves, Yu Beiming swung a powerful sword at him, but the opponent's strength was far superior to Yu Beiming's, and he avoided the move in an instant.

Yu Beiming slashed the air with his sword, and the sword energy fell on the snow mountain below. A crack instantly appeared on the white snow slope. The crack lost its support, and the entire snow slope slid down. Soon the speed suddenly increased, turning into a rolling white wave, rolling down the mountain.

The fake Sang Feiwan looked back at the snow-capped mountains below his feet, his expression changed slightly, and he instantly disappeared into the void.

Enshi and Fu Jun climbed forward for a while and suddenly heard some sound?

Looking up, they saw a white wave rolling in front of them, pressing towards them with a momentum that could shake the sky and the earth.

Eun-seok’s face changed drastically: “Snow, avalanche!”

His first reaction was to escape, but at this moment they were already on the snowy mountain, and the avalanche was not far ahead. It was impossible to outrun the avalanche.

Is this what God meant?

A lowly ant like me is not worthy to come before Him?

"What are you still standing there for? Run!"

Fu Jun saw that he was in a daze and wanted to pull him down to run together.

Instead of running away, Enshi threw away his trekking pole, knelt on the snow, and cried out sadly, "God, if this is your punishment, I will accept it with pleasure!"

The world around them was shrouded in white: white wind, white snow fog, and a white "wave" that was about to drown them.

But the next moment, the loud rumbling sound suddenly stopped and there was silence all around.

A snowflake floated down and landed on Enshi's brow. He felt the chill and slowly opened his eyes. He saw a white figure suddenly appear in the pure white world.

The long white skirt had no discernible style; the long white hair fell down like satin, hanging on the snow.

The white snow mist slowly dissipated, and the sunlight fell down, enveloping the white-haired girl's body, as if she was coated with a layer of sacred golden light.

And in front of the white-haired girl - just within reach, stood a "snow wave" of solidified ice and snow.

The girl stretched out her pale hands from her wide sleeves and gently touched the frozen snow waves: "This place cannot be destroyed."

Eun-seok immediately recognized the voice—it was the voice of Cho Jin speaking when he was possessed.

At this moment, the voice was still hoarse and slow, but it was no longer pronounced word by word.

"Recover." The hoarse and slow syllables fell, and the "snow wave" that had originally solidified began to move again, but it no longer moved downward, but retreated towards the mountain.

The scene that appeared in front of Enshi was like a video played in reverse, with the snow waves gradually getting smaller as they retreated upwards.

When it retreated to the place where the sword energy had cut a crack, the surrounding ice and snow connected to everything, and soon even the crack disappeared, returning to its original appearance.

In just a moment, the entire snow mountain returned to its original state.

This is... a miracle!

Enshi was surprised and burst into tears: "God, even though I am as humble as an ant, you have never given up on me! I know that you are the best God in the world! Woohoo... God who saves the suffering!"

He kowtowed several times and when he looked up again, the white-haired girl had disappeared. The avalanche and the sudden appearance of the god seemed like a dream.

He couldn't help but feel a little confused: "Where is the god? I haven't even prayed to him yet, why did he disappear again?"

"It disappeared when you kowtowed just now," Fu Jun muttered to himself, "Such a horrific avalanche was dissolved in an instant, and everything returned to normal. This is really a god! God is willing to save us, maybe he will really fulfill our wish?"

He said to Eun-seok anxiously, "Don't kneel down, get up quickly. God is willing to save us, which means he allows us to come to him and pray. Let's go, let's go up the mountain quickly!"

Sang Feiwan was originally prepared to fight together with Yu Beiming, but as soon as she caught up with him, the other party disappeared.

She and Yu Beiming were standing side by side in the void. They saw from afar that the other party revealed his true form and easily resolved an avalanche.

"She really has the power of God!" Sang Feiwan recalled the scene when they just fought.

"When I fought her just now, although she was imitating my actions, she did have the power of a god. Could it be that in this Dharma Ending Age, there are still true gods in the world?"

Yu Beiming also found it strange: "I have been here for more than 800 years, and have traveled to almost every piece of land in China. I have experienced miracles and encountered mythical beasts, but I have never seen a true God."