Chapter 444 Ants
The sky suddenly darkened, and countless arrows emerged out of thin air at the shattered mountains.
The sound of golden swords clashing was like a hundred thousand heavenly soldiers pounding the war drums, which made people thousands of miles away buzzing in their ears.
"That's my clan's luck!"
"He, what do he want to do!"
"Stop him!" An old ancestor squeezed out his throat.
The Thirteenth Patriarch of the Western Yi turned around without hesitation and flew towards Jianshan. His speed was extremely fast and he crossed a hundred miles in the blink of an eye.
A sharp sound came from behind, and the Thirteenth Ancestor turned around.
The arrows in the arrow bag rose into the sky uncontrollably, and millions of cold lights were like anti-meteor showers, intertwining into a brilliant galaxy in the clouds.
Countless arrows melted into a stream of blazing white light, and the true meaning of the arrows entangled around millions of archers was forcibly pulled away, like a galaxy that penetrated the heaven and earth, instantly spanning thousands of miles away and pouring into the body of the Seventh Ancestor.
"Is he going to destroy our clan?" The third ancestor suddenly coughed up blood and roared.
Ma Ningyan couldn't help but stop and looked at it intently.
I saw a figure slowly floating in the depths of the collapsed Archery Mountain. The luck and true meaning of arrows that were drawn from the Western Yi clan were constantly infused into his body.
His whole body is as white as jade, without any concealment.
The luck and arrows made all his bones emit a sharp light.
The lights oozed out of his bones and gradually expanded to form the shape of an arrow.
Then, with the injection of more Western fortunes and arrows, it continues to expand.
In a moment, the Thirteenth Patriarch had arrived at the former Xiyi Holy Mountain.
Everything you see is in ruins.
Even the clan habitat at the foot of the mountain is like the end of the world, which is terrible.
The Thirteenth Ancestor's eyes were red and he shouted at the figure in the sky: "Seventh Ancestor, are you really going to destroy our clan? You won't stop!"
However, the Seventh Ancestor couldn't even look at him. In the eyes of this Western-Japanese ancestor, there was only the sky.
The world is so big that there is no other goal.
If an arrow loses its target, what is the meaning of existence?
Seeing that the Seventh Ancestor had no response, the Thirteenth Ancestor flew forward, intending to forcibly rush in to awaken his "conscience".
However, just as he approached the light arrow with a contour of hundreds of meters, his face changed drastically.
There was only this light arrow in front of him, but in his perception, he saw countless phantoms of magic arrows.
The Thirteenth Ancestor's temples were sweating in cold sweat, and his face was filled with horror: "Are these lights... every ray of light comparable to a magical arrow?"
At this time, he had already felt the fall of his own strength.
Luck is a strange thing that cannot be seen or touched, but is real.
The Seventh Ancestor has withdrawn from the fortune of the Western Barbarians for thousands of years, and even these ancestors will be greatly affected.
The Thirteenth Patriarch only felt that his power was constantly losing.
He looked down and saw that his right hand, which was already gathering Taoist bones, had now begun to return to his flesh color.
"My realm is about to fall!"
The Thirteenth Patriarch was shocked. He was like this, and everyone else must be like this.
A war related to the Western Yi clan has not yet been completed. If everyone's cultivation level drops at this moment, it will be an unimaginable disaster.
He didn't care about anything else, and took advantage of his cultivation that had not yet completely fallen back from the Dao Bone Realm, threw away the divine bow in his hand, gritted his teeth and drilled into the light arrow.
Because he knew that the divine bow could not help at all.
Even a ray of light arrow here is comparable to the quality of a divine bow. With it, it will only be destroyed.
But even himself, what can?
As soon as I reached into a finger, I felt the pain that was piercing.
It was like countless magical arrows that shot at him continuously.
The Thirteenth Ancestor, who had only condensed one palm and his cultivation was still falling, looked sad.
Your own strength is not enough to enter the light arrow.
Even if the other eleven ancestors gather together, the same is true.
He could only condense all his strength on the palms that were only a few fingers left, and tried hard to extend his strength towards the Seventh Ancestor.
At the same time, weeping and shouting: "Seventh Ancestor! Stop! Stop!"
"You can't just destroy my clan in your hands! Do you want to be a sinner of the Western Barbarians!"
"Uncle Qi...please stop..."
From shrill screams to begging.
But no matter what, the Seventh Ancestor was indifferent.
Everything in the world has nothing to do with him.
Whether his own tribe or Daqian's border troops, in his eyes, they were just like the weeds on the roadside and the stubborn stones on the mountain.
As countless luck and arrow intentions continued to inject, the outline of this light arrow expanded rapidly.
When it expanded to ten thousand meters, the Thirteenth Ancestor had already been bounced out.
The Thirteenth Ancestor vomited blood and fell to the ground, looking up at the unmeasurable bow and arrow in the world.
His face turned pale and he suddenly fell to the ground: "My clan... is over."
Jiang Lin, thousands of miles away, looked at all this from afar.
Even his eyesight could no longer see the people inside through the light and shadow.
But he could feel that it was the strongest person he had ever seen.
"The magic weapon... is nothing great." Jiang Lin suddenly murmured.
His own military inspector holy soldiers and arrows are already very strong, enough to threaten the Daowu realm.
If you can be promoted to the divine weapon, you will naturally be stronger.
But what is it in front of the bow and arrow in front of you?
Even the Hengyu Furnace, which had been fed countless materials, or the Xuanwu Holy Soldier Arrow with the highest hardness, would probably turn into powder in the light arrow.
The Seventh Ancestor suddenly burst into laughter, his arms suddenly opened, and his bones all over his body made dense creaking sounds.
Every gap is filled with power.
He used his body as the core of this arrow.
Once shot out, the world is the most powerful.
Once shot, you will surely die! A grand sound came from the arrow of light.
"Mountains and rivers are the ridges!"
The territory of thousands of miles rises, and the dragon energy of the earth's veins condenses into purple patterns on the bow body.
"The Qi moves the string!"
Millions of Western Yi archers groaned at the same time, and the blood in their eyebrows turned into golden threads and wrapped around the light strings.
“I am a dysfunction—”
The body of the Seventh Ancestor exploded, and the blood mist instantly filled the shadow of the arrow that seemed to be able to crush the heavens.
There are dense inscriptions flowing on the cluster of arrows, and after the arrow feathers, there is endless overlap of light and shadow, illuminating the past of the Western Yi clan for thousands of years!
The Thousand Mile Light Arrow appeared on the string of luck that runs through the heaven and earth.
The bow body turned into a mountain and river slowly opened.
No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!
The tremor of the bow string made the world moan overwhelmed.
Rumble—
The bow of mountains and rivers disintegrates, and the string of luck dissipates, and only the light red light arrow filled with blood mist leaves the string.
In an instant, the clouds in the sky rolled back into a vortex.
The land of Western Yi began to crack, and the plants and trees withered at a speed visible to the naked eye.
This arrow drained the vitality of a thousand miles apart!
Even the Thirteenth Ancestors became extremely old at this moment.
The realm completely fell. If the Taoist heart had not protected him before it was about to be broken, he would have been fucked by someone.
He is like this, let alone ordinary Westerners.
Looking back at the habitat, the countless people who fell to the ground and died made the Thirteenth Ancestor suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, his face was like gold paper, and he fell to the ground.
Time seemed to be still at this moment, and then it flowed slowly like water.
The light red arrow of thousands of miles from slow to extremely fast.
It seems like it has been a long time, but it seems like it is just a moment.
The sky was torn apart, not an ordinary space crack, but a scar that penetrated the entire world.
He did it.
Taking mountains and rivers as bows, clan fortune as strings, and self as dysfunction, tearing open the unreachable sky.
Ma Ningyan, who had been fighting for many years, couldn't help but feel frightened in his eyes.
If such a terrifying arrow is shot at Daqian, the entire territory will probably be completely destroyed, and there is no possibility of resistance.
She then spit out a thick mouthful of blood, and fortunately, the arrow shot up to the nine heavens.
At this time, everyone in the Western Yi clan was looking at the arrow.
Countless people fell to the ground, their holy mountains collapsed, and their habitat was destroyed.
Even though they didn't know the life and death of the clan, they still felt the ultimate heartache.
The eleven old ancestors of Western barbarians had a blue face and extremely ferocious face.
They wished they could kill the Seventh Ancestor!
But no matter how much resentment is, it will be useless.
Who would have thought that the Seventh Ancestor could do such a thing as extermination for his inner persistence.
If you want to be crazy, he is one hundred times, one thousand times, and ten thousand times crazy than the Daqian border army!
Jiang Lin looked at the Xiyi clan again, and there was a hint of sympathy.
It is certainly wrong to invade Daqian, but isn’t Daqian doing the same?
The only difference is that the starting points of both sides are different.
But no matter what the ultimate goal is, it is almost the same in the eyes of ordinary people.
However, Daqian has luck, and the luck of the Western Yi shot towards the sky with that arrow.
"So they were not defeated by Daqian." Jiang Lin murmured.
He didn't say anything anymore, looking up at the giant arrow.
It condensed all the luck of a powerful clan, and even took a strong man who condensed the Taoist bones of his body as the core.
This arrow is unprecedented.
Jiang Lin didn't know what the so-called Taoist soldiers looked like above the divine weapons, but I thought that's the case.
He couldn't help but sigh: "This arrow seems to represent the world."
Wherever the arrow shadow passes, the sea of clouds evaporates, and the stars along the way are twisted into powder by the arrow wind.
What's even more terrifying is the traces of the dragging of the arrow, which is the long river of nothingness composed of the fortune of the Western Yi clan.
A more powerful Daowu realm archer can be seen in the chaos, with the illusion of pulling his bow and shooting the sun.
All arrows in the Western Yi territory exploded at the same time, turning into torrents and injecting them into it.
The aura of this arrow surged even more, and various strange phenomena evolved from the arrow cluster, carrying the fortune of the Western Yi clan forward in the long river!
At this moment, Jiang Lin suddenly felt a strange and unspeakable pressure.
The pressure, just a little bit, made him shorter as if facing the collapse of heaven and earth.
Countless people vomited blood and fell to the ground, and only those above the peak of the Divine Martial Realm could barely raise their heads.
They were horrified to see that in the torn sky, an extremely huge finger covered with golden patterns poked out.
There is black black yellow flowing between the fingerprints, and every stripe is filled with an extremely old breath that runs through the ages.
Just a leaking ray of energy made the world full of spider-web-like cracks.
The most powerful arrow in the world collided with this finger.
Then, it collapsed silently.
Jiang Lin's pupils contracted violently, and he watched the arrow annihilated, which was astonishingly fast.
The strongest arrow in the world can easily destroy everything here!
In almost the blink of an eye, the smoke disappeared-
Everyone looked at the golden giant finger above the sky, trembling all over and unable to speak.
A strong fear occupied their body and mind.
Two words that even he was terrified suddenly appeared in Jiang Lin's heart.
"Ant!"
(This chapter ends)