Faced with the earthlings hiding in the golden cymbals, the holy spirits of the Canglan world showed no mercy.

One magical power after another bombarded it. There were hundreds of Taixu realm masters, and a dozen of half-step immortal masters. Their joint attacks made Jinluo gradually exhausted.

Tianhe Bodhisattva and other true immortals were sweating profusely. Although the golden cymbal was a top-level half-step immortal weapon with infinite power, it was in the hands of Vajra Bodhisattva and they could not withstand it.

But Tianhe Bodhisattva was not panicked at all.

After a while, Wang Xuan threw a stream of magical power to them, and the exhausted Tianhe Bodhisattva and others immediately became full of energy and vigor.

The Golden Cymbal not only blocked the attack of Canglan's enemy forces, but even began to take off again, swaying in the air amidst the heavy bombardment.

"Don't stop, I wonder how long they can last!" shouted a half-step immortal.

They finally found an opportunity to kill the enemy, so how could they let it go? Naturally, they had to destroy these enemies of the Earth.

One magical power after another, one secret technique after another, crashed into the golden cymbal with the power to destroy the world.

Even though this treasure was solid, it became bumpy at this moment.

The soldiers of the Earth Legion hiding in it were all dizzy and could not stand steadily.

The light on the surface of the golden cymbal flickered, which made the Demon King and other holy spirits very excited.

"Please try harder, this golden cymbal can't hold up any longer!"

"What if it is a top-notch half-step immortal treasure? It can't withstand the bombardment!"

"The Canglan World is supreme. So what if the Earth civilization is powerful? It will eventually be defeated by us."

The only thing in their eyes was the golden cymbal, and they only wanted to defeat it and kill the Earthlings hiding inside.

They were already confident of victory and didn't care about their own consumption at all.

After experiencing many blows, the Canglan Realm urgently needs a grand victory, a victory won with millions of human heads.

As they were expecting, the golden cymbals creaked and exploded with a bang, exposing the many soldiers hiding inside.

Tianhe Bodhisattva and other true immortals were sweating profusely and their faces were extremely pale, which made the group of holy spirits laugh wildly.

They came roaring and stretched out their hands, ready to capture and kill these enemies.

"It's time to end this."

A sigh was heard, and Wang Xuan's figure appeared here, while Tianhe Bodhisattva, Ziwei Immortal Lord and other creatures on Earth all disappeared.

The golden cymbal that exploded just now became as big as the sun in Wang Xuan's hand, and suddenly covered all the holy spirits inside.

The huge golden cymbal quickly returned to its original state in Wang Xuan's hand, and its surface became as smooth as water.

However, the holy spirits trapped inside all had grim expressions on their faces, and they tried their best to bombard the golden cymbals in an attempt to escape.

They all cursed that they had been deceived and were surprised at the appearance of Wang Xuan.

"Isn't this son of the era trapped by the Star Eye Emperor? How could he appear here?"

"No wonder, no wonder these enemies let us bombard the golden cymbals. This is draining our vitality and making us relax our vigilance."

"The most urgent task is not to complain and regret, but to find a way out of the situation, otherwise we will really be trapped in a jar."

Just now they were besieging the creatures on Earth, which was like closing the door to fight the dog, but this time they were attacking and defending the aliens, becoming the stupid turtles trapped in the golden cymbal by Wang Xuan.

Hundreds of Taixu Holy Spirits and a dozen Half-Step Immortals joined forces at this time and continuously bombarded the inner wall of the golden cymbal.

But Wang Xuan was not Tianhe Bodhisattva and the others. When these holy spirits were confident of victory, Wang Xuan had already mastered the golden cymbal and was able to unleash the power of this treasure almost perfectly.

The power of creation flowed through the golden cymbal like running water. The half-step immortal power completely activated the golden cymbal, and the indestructible runes of rules emerged.

All the attacks were like hitting a smooth and hard steel ball, and were blocked by these rule runes. Then they ran around in the golden cymbal and became the power to bombard the holy spirits. The holy spirits were so angry that they quickly suppressed these attacks. They were so ashamed that they didn't know whether they should attack the golden cymbal.

When it was outside, the power of the golden cymbal had not yet been revealed. Only when it was received inside the golden cymbal did people discover that this treasure was truly terrifying.

Using violence will not only fail to break the golden cymbal, but will also cause you to be affected by your own attack.

Without using violence, no other magical powers or secret methods can help them escape.

At this time, they really became trapped in a jar.

Before they could make any further move, an invisible wave swept across the golden cymbal, and Wang Xuan's time domain and creation domain had enveloped them.

The power of time is difficult to detect and even more difficult to resist, and the same is true of the power of creation.

In an instant, the power of rules and the numerous energy particles that were turbulent inside the golden cymbal were captured one by one by the power of time, and then swallowed up by the way of creation.

When the golden cymbal was empty, all the holy spirits not only did not feel at peace, but instead felt a kind of horror as if they had seen a ghost. Their bodies and minds felt cold and they got goose bumps.

"Be careful of this person's domain power!" shouted the Demon King, looking around vigilantly.

They could sense that there were two extremely secretive and powerful forces forming a large net to capture them.

When they unfold their own domains one by one, they can vaguely perceive the existence of the time domain and the creation domain.

There are more than a dozen Half-Step Immortals at a higher level and with greater strength. They feel safe after expanding their domains.

However, the weaker ones among the hundreds of Taixu Holy Spirits have begun to feel the dissipation of their own power.

This kind of passing is like the aging of living beings and the cycle of all things. It is inevitable and unstoppable.

There were more than twenty Taixu Holy Spirits, and death and destruction came too quickly.

Under the horrified gazes of the crowd, they gradually turned into light and dust, and then disappeared without a trace.

"Brother, save me!"

The remaining holy spirits, one by one, turned to the dozen or so half-step immortal holy spirits for help. If no action was taken, they would probably follow in the footsteps of the past.

At this moment, they finally realized in their hearts how important the Son of Epoch was.

A dozen Half-Step Immortals felt a little powerless as they looked at the indestructible golden cymbal and the huge net that was everywhere and yet seemed non-existent.

They quickly thought of a solution, but saw the heads of Taixu Holy Spirit falling down one after another.

The thick and hot blood of the soul flew out, dyeing an invisible heart sword red. The heads opened their eyes wide, and they had no idea how their heads fell off.

"Be careful of the flying sword!"

The flying sword suddenly appeared, and no one knew when and where it came from. It was as if it did not exist at all. It was only noticed when the person's head fell to the ground.

One by one, the Half-Step Immortals took action to save the other Holy Spirits, but the Heart Sword went wherever the heart went, so how could they catch it or stop it?

After the heads of the Taixu Holy Spirits fell to the ground, their hearts were also found one by one.

When they watched the Heart of the Holy Spirit shattered and their own spirits collapse and be destroyed, they could only roar in anger and powerlessness.

They were powerless to save the situation and were eventually reduced to ashes.

Even the holy spirits at the peak of Taixu, who have lived for millions of years, are worshipped by hundreds of millions of believers and possess the power to destroy the world.

In front of Wang Xuan's heart sword, he was nothing but meat on a chopping board, and no matter how he struggled, he could not escape death.

(End of this chapter)