"Damn, isn't this a demon warrior?"

Although Demon Wuxian's temperament and face changed very much at this time, through the aura of the divine soul, everyone recognized this guy almost at the same time.

"Nima, this thing turned out to be pretending to be dead!"

"This routine is a bit deep! Even a master like Lao Tzu has hidden it!"

"Break your sister!

Yang Ling couldn't help but twitch his cheeks, and only then did he remember that Demon Wuxian had eight doppelgangers, and it could be said that he had eight lives, and he really deserved to be a scheming man, not only deceived his own people, but even deceived the millions of monks in the Xuan Realm and even the half-step saints who were also scheming, such as Pure Yangzi.

Demon Wuxian turned his head to look down.

At this time, the white light landscape painting scroll was still flowing very slowly, almost to the extent that it was completely solidified against the steps.

Qi Yuanzi, Chunyangzi, Luan Qingqing, Wuyazi, and Chiyunzi rushed to the top of the steps below him in almost no particular order.

"A few fellow Daoists, I, Demon Wuxian, will take a step ahead and wait for you to arrive in the Holy Gate!" After saying that, Demon Wuxian strode forward, and a stream of colorful glow appeared out of thin air under his feet, and when it fell, the entire avenue of order trembled slightly, and the light and shadow of the mountains and rivers condensed by the white light were directly trampled to pieces.

"Demon Wuxian, you ......" Qi Yuanzi was only two steps away from Mo Wuxian at this time, and his anger jumped like thunder, waving his black gun and roaring and rushing up, but he could only watch Mo Wuxian laugh and step forward again to the next step.

"Husband, it seems that the Demon Wuxian has taken the lead!" Luan Qingqing's face showed great shock and disappointment.

"Looks like we're all underestimating him!" Junyoko couldn't help but smile wryly and stopped.

At this time, there is no possibility of competing for the first place with Demon Wuxian.

Wu Yazi and Chi Yunzi, who rushed up from behind, also stopped with ugly faces at this time.

The four of them stood on the same step, looking at the avenue where the white light gradually dissipated at this time, the demon Wuxian was dressed in a glow and had an elegant temperament, and he really stepped on the rune flickering steps step by step like a sacred, getting closer and closer to the light gate.

"Demon Wuxian, you stop me!" Qi Yuanzi was still desperately chasing, but he could only watch as Mo Wuxian was overwhelmed by the white light and completely disappeared into the gate.

The entire avenue of order was now fully revealed.

Under the reflection of the glow, the snow-white ground is crystal clear, and it is completely seamless.

The layers of stairs are covered with mysterious moire, and the layers seem to be natural.

In the cloud pattern, runes are hidden in it and flicker, as if there is an infinite universe living and extinguishing in it.

On both sides of each staircase stood dense statues, all of which were of various shapes and races, and their appearances were exactly the same as the hundreds of thousands of Xuanjing powerhouses who died in the landscape paintings.

At this time, there was no danger or obstacle on the avenue, and the remaining more than 100,000 monks who were still alive all roared and laughed excitedly after a short period of distraction, and rushed towards the light gate.

"No~~~"

Suddenly, an extremely angry roar came from the light gate, and then I saw an angry young man rushing out of the light gate, standing at the bottom of the light gate and roaring in the sky.

"Why? Why can't the old man be sanctified?"

Demon Wuxian stood under the light gate and jumped and roared, waving his fists and smashing around, streams of glow splashing in the air, and the entire avenue of order was shaking.

"Who? who will tell me...... "Demon Wuxian's eyes were blood-red, and he rushed down the steps like madness, grabbed the neck of Qi Yuanzi who was rushing up, and yelled, "You tell me, why can't the old man become holy?"

Poor Qi Yuanzi, a powerhouse of the Taixuan Realm, who subdued the billions of creatures of the Xuan Realm, but he couldn't break free from the hands of the Demon Wuxian, and he struggled desperately to roll his eyes with the fingers of the Demon Wuxian, his mouth kept making a hispanic sound, and his face was also distorted and deformed in horror.

This scene is extremely eerie.

Not only were Chun Yangzi and the others stunned, but even Yang Ling's group of people, who had been standing on the stone platform to watch the excitement, were almost collectively petrified.

"What kind of situation is this?" Ding Cong, who had been there all the time, couldn't help but grab Yang Ling's arm and shout.

"I know!" A yin voice sounded next to him, it was Chu Yuan's shrimp.

"Tell me quickly, what do you know?" asked Dou Yuntao anxiously.

"It must be the spirit that the second child gave him something wrong!" Chu Yuan said.

Yang Ling twitched and looked back at Chu Yuan, and said viciously: "What nonsense! Be careful that Lao Tzu hits your......"

Before Yang Ling finished speaking, he heard a roar that shook the sky, and after a short period of anger, it seemed that Demon Wuxian also came back to his senses, and threw Qi Yuanzi onto the steps like a sack and yelled at Yang Ling: "Yang Ling, you come out to the old man, you dare to deceive the old man's feelings......"

I'll go! Yang Ling almost fell to the ground.

And everyone around him looked at each other, looking at Mo Wuxian and then at Yang Ling.

"Hehe, second brother, when did you have a leg with Demon Wuxian, and you even deceived other people's feelings!" Dou Yuntao rubbed his hands and kept hehe.

"Oh uncle, let's go, go down and have a look. Yang Ling waved his hand with a black face, stepped out of the stone platform and fell down on the Avenue of Order.

When Yang Ling walked in front of the Guangmen with a mighty group of people, several palace masters such as Chunyangzi and Luan Qingqing, as well as hundreds of thousands of surviving Xuanjing monks, all gathered in front of the Guangmen at this time.

Demon Wuxian rushed to Yang Ling with a red face and a thick neck and shouted: "Yang Ling, this is not the Holy Gate at all, why do you deceive me like this?"

"Yes, Yang Ling, you have to give an explanation to the millions of fellow Daoists who died in our Xuan Realm, what is this gate?" Chun Yangzi's face was also very ugly.

He and Yang Ling have both received the inheritance of Longxi Shengjun, if according to common sense, the two are considered to be brothers in the same sect, but after all, they are just a name, and the two don't know each other at all.

Qi Yuanzi covered his neck, and stood beside him with a blue and white face.

Luan Qingqing, Wu Yazi, Chiyunzi, and a group of masters at the peak of the True Xuan Realm all surrounded Yang Ling, and their faces were extremely ugly.

Yang Ling didn't bother to speak, walked down the stairs step by step to the bottom of the light gate, and then walked in with his legs raised.

What the hell is this place?

The moment Yang Ling walked into the light gate, he almost sat on the ground.

In front of me was an endless desolate shattered continent, crisscrossed with cracks and abyssal canyons that were so dark that even the divine sense could not explore.

There is no grass growing on the continent, and it is almost wild to the extent of primitiveness.

However, the occasional twinkle of colored starlight shows that there is not nothing on this land, in addition to the collapsed mountain rubble, there are many fragments of spars that seem to be shattered, slightly rippling with energy brilliance.