In the light of the blinding soul, the furious magic instantly submerged the Demon Wuxian and the Xuanwu remnant armor, and the space-time meteorites continued to shatter in the churning hexagram and then quickly piled up, and the Demon Wuxian continued to roar in it as if it was separated by hundreds of millions of time and space, and the hands kept waving, and in the churning glow, the dense hexagram continued to impact on all sides to resist the attack of magic.

The super forbidden spell belongs to the most powerful magic in the eight extremes of magic, not only has a large attack range, but also has infinite power, and it lasts for a very long time, not at all like the ordinary eighth-level magic Thor's hammer, which is a one-hammer deal, and after running out of the wheel and a hammer, he ran back to drink tea regardless of the result.

The magical light and shadow in the sky continued, and the completely imprisoned time and space could not resist even the colored light on the Xuanwu remnant armor, and a large number of meteorites rained down like a storm, leaving no room to dodge.

Under the rain of such terrifying magic, there was no other way for the Demon to do so than to constantly attack and resist.

This super forbidden spell already has the power of order, and if he doesn't resist to the death, he will soon be hit by the violent power of order.

This magic is countless times more powerful than the light of life released by the holy mage Gao Wenkai of the elven clan at the beginning, and the main god of the underworld can't bear it, and he naturally can't bear it.

However, today Mo Wuxian had the Xuanwu tortoise shell in his hand, which almost helped him resist most of the magic attacks, even so, after half an hour, the magic completely dissipated, and the Mo Wuxian was still unkempt and disheveled like rags, like a beggar who had been ravaged by a pack of wild dogs, and his breath fluctuated in an extremely chaotic manner, and the miserable situation was a little unbearable even for several masters of the same level who were watching the battle.

Is this still the Heavenly Machine Palace Master who will make the Xuan Realm tremble when he sneezes?

Is this still a half-step saint who looks down on the Three Realms like a god?

And under empathy, Wu Yazi's face changed when he saw Yang Ling, and his heart began to retreat.

They thought to themselves that if they had just changed to themselves, they would probably have hung up.

Because the aura released by the magic just now was enough to make them feel terrified.

At the same time, Yang Ling's origin and identity also made them even more jealous.

In the past, the elven race was the native race of the Xuan Realm, and it was also the master of the Heavenly Spirit Sacred Palace, but they were expelled from their homeland by their group of foreign races, and they almost wiped out the race, and this deep hatred is not easy to resolve.

What's more, Yang Ling is also the inheritor of the Longxi Holy Monarch, and he has the special order of the Creation Saint Venerable, just this identity is enough for them to dare not be careless and make mistakes.

If it weren't for this, under the stimulation of sanctification, these people would have rushed up to take down Yang Ling a long time ago, and then they would have to balance their interests internally.

"Demon Wuxian, if you don't want to die, return the Tianyan Holy Order to me!" Yang Ling said coldly.

"Haha!" Demon Wuxian gasped heavily, and there was an indescribable madness in his eyes.

Hundreds of millions of years of planning have not worked at all, and he has been devastated.

And taking out the Xuanwu remnant armor that he thought could suppress everything, he didn't expect it to be a big disappointment.

It's not that the Xuanwu remnant armor is not powerful, but the opponent is too weird to be immune to attacks.

"You want me to give you the Heavenly Decree unless you tell me how to become a saint!" Demon Wu Wu yelled.

Yang Ling couldn't wait to smash it with his shoes, and gritted his teeth and said, "Longxi Shengjun really didn't tell me the method of sanctification, if so, why didn't I tell you, and keep you specifically against me to make trouble?"

"The old man doesn't believe it!" roared the Devil.

"Paralyzed, believe it or not, since you are obsessed, Lao Tzu will fulfill you!" Yang Ling was also angry, raised his hand and pointed forward, and a cloud of starlight exploded above Demon Wuxian's head again, and the space-time meteorite magic poured down like a thunderstorm again.

Half an hour is enough time for Yang Ling to construct an eighth-level super forbidden spell in the sea of gods, if Demon Wuxian has insisted on not returning the Tianyan Holy Order, Yang Ling can use the ultimate forbidden spell to abuse him until death, he is now a ninth-level magician, plus a fully mature spirit seed tree, the spiritual power is enough to support him to release more than ten super forbidden spells in a row, even a half-saint can be abused into a dog.

Under the furious attack of the space-time meteorite magic, the Demon Wuxian could only desperately resist the counterattack in it, and the dense hexagram phantom on the Xuanwu remnant armor was like fireworks all over the sky, constantly frantically impacting the space-time squeezed around him.

The brilliant brilliance dyed through the sky, and the entire Xuan Realm shook with it.

Another full half an hour passed, and the magic light and shadow finally dissipated, and with the support of the Xuanwu remnant armor, Demon Wuxian once again carried the super forbidden spell this time, but it looked even more embarrassed, the clothes on his body were already tattered, his hair was like a mess of grass, and his face was also black and white, as if he had been burned by fire.

"Demon Wuxian, I'll give you another chance to hand over the Tianyan Holy Order!" As Yang Ling spoke, a cloud of starlight quickly gathered from the tips of his fingers.

"Yang Ling, don't bully people too much!" Demon Wuxian was spinning his legs and stomach, and the blue tendons on his forehead suddenly roared.

Yang Ling rolled his eyes: "You robbed me of my Tianyan Holy Order, and you still want to kill me to seize the inheritance of Longxi Holy Monarch, and now you blame me for deceiving people too much, Demon Immortal, how did you cultivate to a half-step saint?

Mo Wuxian choked his neck and panted like an old cow pulling a cart.

"Demon Wuxian, it's not that I bullied you, even if you have this Xuanwu True Monarch's residual armor protection in your hand, I can torture you to death, you don't have half a chance of winning at all......"

"So what?" Demon Wuxian roared angrily, "The Eight Realms have been decayed, and the opportunity for sanctification has long been cut off, if the catastrophe is approaching today, if you don't become holy, it will be a dead end, Yang Ling, you say, what do you want me to do? What does this proverb left by the Holy Monarch of Longxi refer to? Where is the opportunity for sanctification? Don't you say that I can only fight with you, God has to leave a way for the creatures of all races left over from the Eight Realms!"

Demon Wuxian's words reverberated through the void with the power of order.

Chunyangzi, Luan Qingqing, Qi Yuanzi, Wuyazi, no regrets, and the red-haired old man Chiyunzi of the Heavenly Absolute Holy Palace all had solemn faces.

The words of the Demon Warrior are their hearts.

The millions of Xuan Realm creatures who died in the holy ruins one after another, including the six half-step saints who only appeared here at this time and waited until the end, all had only one purpose, that is, to do their best to sacrifice their lives and forget their lives to take the last step.

Yang Ling was silent for a long time and said: "Demon Wuxian, the Tianyan Holy Order is an item left to me by the Longxi Holy Monarch, there will definitely be no way to become holy, whether you believe it or not, you calculate that I have absolutely no chance of winning this game, as long as you hand over the Tianyan Holy Order, I will let you go today, otherwise...... Today is your time of death!"