"Holy Tribulation~" Several half-step saints couldn't help but exclaim, their faces changed instantly, and they all turned their heads to look at Yang Ling almost at the same time, their eyes were full of eagerness and excitement.

Clouds of white light diffused from Demon Wuxian's body, like an ethereal statue releasing hundreds of millions of millimeters of light.

One day...... Two days...... Three days......

As time passed, the aura on Mo Wuxian's body became stronger and stronger, and his appearance became younger and younger.

"Boom~"

On the tenth day, the reflection of the glow accumulated in the void finally turned into a huge vortex and collapsed, and a sharp white light erupted in the center of the vortex, instantly turning into two thunder pillars hundreds of kilometers thick and slammed on the heads of Yang Ling and Demon Wuxian respectively, and the churning plasma splashed in the air, instantly filling the entire holy ruins like a tide, directly submerging everyone.

A large amount of electric light continued to hit the bones of the saints arranged in the formation below, and the colorful glow flickered and disappeared in the plasma like bright starlight.

In the churning plasma, countless screams and exclamations came and went.

A white door of light slowly condensed behind Demon Wuxian,

"Haha~hahahaha~" Demon Wuxian let out an incomparably hearty laugh in the midst of the thunderstorm.

He made the right bet, and finally forced Yang Ling to come up with a method of sanctification with a crazy bet like death.

Fate is a bet, it's just a matter of what you bet on.

Gambling with money, gambling with life, how much you can expect to gain at a great price.

Demon Wuxian obviously exchanged his life for the opportunity to become holy, and once he became holy, he would be immortal from now on.

And when the Holy Tribulation came, it was not the Demon Wuxian who benefited.

In the thunder light, Chunyangzi, Qi Yuanzi, Luan Qingqing, Chiyunzi, Wuyazi and even Wu Wuregret were all white light churning, and one after another illusory lights and shadows slowly condensed behind them, not only did their faces quickly become younger, but the breath on their bodies became more and more obscure, releasing a momentum that tore apart the heavens and the earth.

The saints were already beings who could transcend time and space, and now the decaying Xuan Realm could no longer bear the impact of the power of order they had unleashed.

A colorful starlight gate behind Yang Ling condensed, trembling slightly under the impact of the thunderstorm, and at the same time becoming clearer and clearer.

And in the Divine Sea, the same electric light swept the entire Divine Sea like a tide.

The Spirit Seed Tree swayed wildly, desperately devouring the thunder, and the colorful buds between the turquoise branches and leaves released a misty glow, which quickly expanded and bloomed in the trembling.

The altar of suppressing the Soul Suppression Tower is also glorious, the six stone pillars turn into six vortices and desperately absorb the thunder, the six-pointed star pattern in the center rises into the sky, and the stars and colored lights and shadows flicker in it, wrapping the Soul Suppression Tower in it like a neon tower, and several blue butterflies fly out of the windows of the Soul Suppression Tower, dancing in the colorful light and shadow.

The dense regular chains on the dojo were entangled, churning like dragons and snakes in the sky of electric plasma, slowly merging into crystal clear colored chains.

The statue of the original god, the chaotic purple golden bell, the black flying sword, the Gou Chen flying sword, and the big gourd all floated and fell in the plasma, and one by one they turned into a vortex like gluttony and devoured the thunder.

And the biggest change in the sea of gods is the black statue, a light door behind it is shining, a large amount of plasma poured into the light gate like a flood, as the light gate becomes clearer and clearer, the black statue body also becomes more and more real, hair, face, hands and feet, skin and even clothes are becoming more and more clear, and gradually grow into a vivid memory of the appearance of the Wuji Holy Venerable when he was young.

With a handsome face, dressed in black, the corners of his eyebrows are tightly locked, and his eyes are resolute, he seems to be walking in the endless wilderness, constantly intertwined with time and space.

On the stone platform, millions of members of the Xuan Realm clan and war servants were also drowned in the thunderstorm.

Ordinary Xuanjing masters were robbed of thunder and lightning one by one, and the crying father shouted that his mother's skin was open, but in their sea of gods, some dots of colored starlight kept coming out, turning into a vortex to devour the thunder, and then releasing more colored starlight to float in the sea of gods.

The master of the True Xuan Realm, the Divine Sea, was like a starlight black hole, spewing out starlight while devouring the thunder, and slowly condensing into a portal.

And under this tribulation thunder that shook the entire Xuan Realm, the Xuan Realm masters in the Xuan Realm who had been hiding and not appearing had been alarmed.

The elders of the Heavenly Machine, Tianyuan, Yufu, Tianjue, Emperor, and the Tianxuan Sanctuary who had been warned by several palace masters not to enter the holy ruins easily couldn't help it at this time, and under the temptation of the illusory light gates that appeared one after another, they all rushed to the holy ruins.

At this time, there were already many Xuanjing monks gathered outside the holy ruins, the number was not less than a million, among which there were many powerhouses of the true Xuanjing, these were extremely cautious and cautious people, or people who had already heard the news about the Longxi Holy Monarch, or they were proficient in the art of heavenly deduction and knew that there was great terror hidden in the holy ruins.

In the space of a few years, these people watched the holy ruins completely collapse into a black hole, and almost all of the millions of Xuan Realm powerhouses who had entered it before had died cleanly inside.

In such an unprecedented horror, these people became even more fearful and cautious.

Even now, when he saw the thunder tribulation coming, and saw the illusory light gates appearing one after another in the thunderstorm, he still didn't dare to act rashly.

A group of elders from the Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain came together, men and women, old and young, and their appearances were also strange, but their faces were full of excited and excited smiles.

"It seems that what Elder Tianhu said is right, we have waited for three years, and the opportunity has finally arrived, you will enter the holy ruins with me!" The group of people did not stay too long before rushing straight to the terrifying thunderstorm area in the center of the holy ruins, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Look, the people from the Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain have entered!" Many people who were still watching at this time were in an uproar.

"Look over there, the people from Poison Dragon Island have also entered!"

"There are also people from Lang Huan's blessed land!"

"The people from the Tianyuan Sacred Palace have also entered~" One person couldn't help but exclaim loudly.

Seeing more and more super sects rushing into the holy ruins without stopping, the crowd of people watching could no longer hold back.

"Life and death, this line of life is at this time, the old man will definitely get it!" a white-eyed old man with mysteries and churning stepped into the void.

"The white-eyed real person has gone~" There was another exclamation from the crowd, which made the crowd watching even more agitated.

Baimei Zhenren does not belong to any sect and organization, just a casual cultivator, but he can become the top powerhouse of the True Xuan Realm by himself, in addition to his talent and luck, this person is open-minded and has a wide range of friends, and he is eager for justice and righteousness, and his connections are extremely deep in the casual cultivation, and the half-step saint Wu Yazi of the Tianxuan Temple has invited him to be the deputy hall master of the Tianxuan Temple several times, but he has refused.

The status of Baimei Zhenren in the scattered cultivation has a greater appeal than that of the Nine Palaces and One Palace, and under his drive, countless monks who have long been unable to hold back have all flocked in.