Chapter 445 Opportunity
The huge finger was retracted.
The torn sky closed again, and everything seemed to return to peace.
No one could have imagined that the shocking arrow of the Seventh Ancestor of the Western Yi would end like this.
Who does the giant finger belong to?
What is above the sky?
Being lifted the tip of the iceberg is even more terrifying.
The word "ant" that has been mentioned many times made Jiang Lin feel a little dazed.
Is there such a terrible existence in a very distant place?
If this is the case, why can't you see or feel it?
At this moment, Jiang Lin discovered the flaws of the eleven ancestors of the Western Yi.
They were all shocked by that huge finger, and the clan's luck was taken away and their cultivation declined. This is a great opportunity.
After waiting for so long, Jiang Lin naturally would not let it go.
Others will care about the existence of the giant finger, and Jiang Lin is not very afraid.
Because this is still a world of [the painting of the world], no matter what he encounters, he can easily get out of it.
Of course, the premise is that the dangers facing the people at the moment exceed those of Lu's family.
Seeing that all the eleven ancestors of the Western Yi were distracted, Jiang Lin immediately pulled his bow and arrow.
The saints of soldiers cut through the sky and shot towards the ancestors of the Western Barbarians.
The sound of arrows breaking through the air made Ma Ningyan below come to his senses.
She lowered her head and looked at the long knife in her hand, trembling constantly.
The teeth clenched tightly, making a creaking sound.
She was exerting force all over her body, and when the long knife stopped trembling, she suddenly raised her head.
"The whole army!"
"Charge!"
She took the lead, rushed out of the enemy's formation, and killed the Western Yi clan.
At the same time, Jiang Lin's soldiers and holy soldiers and arrows also came to the Western Barbarians' ancestors.
When cultivation declines, clan fortunes are drawn away, and habitats are destroyed.
Even the most powerful seventh ancestor among them was easily crushed to death by a finger.
The Thirteenth Ancestors did not know the life and death of life. A series of changes made their reaction speed far lower than normal.
It was not until Jiang Lin's arrow came to them that they realized and quickly responded.
Although their cultivation level has fallen by one or two levels, they are still in the Daowu realm.
The powerful force protected the whole body.
However, the target of the saints and arrows of the soldiers and soldiers is not these Western ancestors, but the divine bows in their hands.
Only a series of crackling sounds were heard, and the sages of the soldiers and soldiers shot all the eleven divine bows like gourds with a destructive force.
The eleven Western-Japanese ancestors were shocked. How could they know that when Jiang Lin built these divine bows, he deliberately left a bunch of flaws.
Everything is for this moment.
If the Divine Bow is destroyed, no matter how strong the Western Yi ancestor's cultivation is, his deterrence will be reduced by more than one level.
Jiang Lin pulled out the Xuanwu Holy Arrow again, hung the Xuan Chi Divine Sand with fists hanging on the arrow, and aimed at the Western Yi clan and shot it.
Xuan Chi Divine Sand is rising in the wind, and it has turned into a fireball halfway through the way.
Western archers have never seen such an attack before, and one person is enough to match a million troops.
The endless emergence of magical weapons and weapons is something they have never heard of or seen.
"It's the blacksmith of Daqian! It should have killed him long ago!"
The Western Yi Patriarch roared out, both resenting Jiang Lin for lying to them, and hating the Seventh Patriarch for his back stabbing at such a critical moment.
Countless fireballs fell from the sky, and everything was burned.
The Western Yi clan had to give up his position and retreat.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Ma Ningyan has led hundreds of thousands of people out of the enemy formation.
When the servants saw the Western Yi clan retreat, the Daqian border army rushed out of the encirclement and their morale was greatly reduced.
The so-called defeat is like a mountain of fallen, the more people there are, the more this is.
Once there is a decline, it is difficult to recover.
The morale of the Daqian border army was like a rainbow and kept advancing forward.
Jiang Lin flew into the battlefield with his sun-chasing bow in his hand, and his sharp eyes swept back and forth.
Soon, he discovered the traces of the Lu clan.
The Lu family, which was suppressed by the Western Yi clan, was also driven to act as cannon fodder.
They were scattered and scattered all over the battlefield.
Jiang Lin first found the whereabouts of Emperor Gaozu of Lu and Emperor Taizu, and saw that they were far apart, he ignored them.
Instead, he turned around and found those Lu clan members who were not even at the Yuanwu realm.
With Jiang Lin's methods, even if he does not use his cultivation, these Lu clan members will also kill each other.
He moved quite quickly, and he would leave after killing, without stopping at all.
In a very short time, hundreds of Lu clans died under the knife.
There were less than 800 people from the Lu clan who walked out of that terrifying forest, and hundreds of people had died in the previous battle.
Adding to these Jiang Lin killed, only four hundred remained.
These people are basically fifth grade of Yuanwu Realm, or even above Shenwu Realm.
Jiang Lin still picked up the soft persimmons first, and killed the other one.
His eyesight and memory at the peak of the Divine Martial Realm made him remember these Lu clan members clearly.
Even if you kill it wrong occasionally, it doesn’t matter. If you kill it all, you won’t be wrong!
Until Jiang Lin killed nearly 200 more people, all the remaining members of the Lu clan were above the Shenwu Realm.
They finally realized something was wrong, and when they saw Jiang Lin holding the knife, his eyes were cold towards him.
The people of the Lu clan finally understood that the real threat was never Daqian or Western barbarians.
But this blacksmith!
After determining the target, the Lu clan members immediately called on the clan members with strange whistles on the battlefield. Jiang Lin felt a stern, and the speed of cutting the knife was faster.
We must kill more people while the Lu clan gathers.
One head after another fell to the ground, which meant that the Lu family's threat to Jiang Lin was becoming less and less.
But the more people die, the stronger the cultivation level of others later will be.
When the Lu clan members really gathered, and there were less than twenty people, they were already above the eighth grade of the Shenwu Realm.
It also included two Daowu realms, Gaozu of Lu and Taizu of Lu. Seeing this, Jiang Lin turned around and left.
He cannot use his cultivation level, and with his current means, he is definitely not an opponent to confront him head-on.
"The despicable villain, where can I go!" The people of the Lu clan rushed forward.
Jiang Lin had an arrow with a backhand, carrying a large amount of Xuan Chi Divine Sand, which made the Lu clan members scream in pain.
The power of Xuan Chi Divine Sand is even at the eighth or ninth level of the Divine Martial Realm.
No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!
Only Gaozu of Lu and Taizu of Lu were not afraid at all and continued to chase after him.
Jiang Lin drew out two sages of soldiers and holy arrows and shot them.
I have seen such a powerful arrow, and neither of them dared to underestimate the enemy.
By the time they responded properly and looked up again, Jiang Lin was already away from the battlefield.
At this moment, the battlefield was in chaos, the Daqian border army was rushing forward, and the minion army was also rushing.
They ran in the same direction, and did not forget to attack each other.
He was obviously exhausted, but now he lost the threat from the Western Yi clan, and the two sides had some strength in vain.
Ma Ningyan led his troops to chase him less than ten miles away from the Western Yi clan, where there was no flame of Xuan Chi Divine Sand.
The Western Yi clan recovered, and 100,000 people gritted their teeth and stayed, turned around and drew their swords.
Previously, Xuan Chi Divine Sand caused them to lose a lot of people, but the remaining one was more than 600,000.
Ma Ningyan knew that if these people were let go, they would be a future.
The luck and arrow intention of the entire Western Yi tribe were removed, and his cultivation level had decreased by more than one level.
When the Seventh Ancestor shot out the arrow, all their arrows burst into pieces.
Now, it may be the weakest time for the Western Yi clan to be the one who must take the opportunity to fight to make the world a reality!
The 100,000 Xiyi clans faced the charge of Daqian border army with the determination to die.
They were determined to use their lives to buy time for the retreat of the entire clan.
However, countless black and white patterns emerged out of thin air.
The black and white chessboard fell from the sky, covering all the eleven ancestors of the Western Barbarians, along with hundreds of thousands of tribes behind them.
Above the sky, the colorful rainbow light and the light and dark light suddenly appeared.
Looking at the three figures in front of him, the first ancestor of the Western Bible said angrily: "The Taoist Sect also wants to interfere in this matter? What do you have to do with you!"
"God will do this, please don't blame me."
A clear sound as jade as a sound came from the black and white chessboard, and a white palm pointed forward.
The black and white lines quickly pierce the surrounding Western archers.
Their bodies either turned black or white, were pulled into it by the black and white chessboard and disappeared.
"The Master of the Void Supervisor! You are looking for death!" The first ancestor of the Western Yi roared.
However, before he could take action, a figure fell ahead.
The hair and beard were all white, and the tall and burly old man stood in front.
Seven rainbow lights soared into the sky behind themselves and turned into seven hundred-foot long swords.
"Fellow Taoist please give me advice."
A seven-colored hundred-foot long sword stabbed at the seven Western-Japanese ancestors.
The qi of each other was connected, shaking the void, making it impossible for those Western ancestors to go anywhere else.
They could only grit their teeth to fight, but the Western Yi has never been good at getting close to each other, and everything in their lives was put on archery.
Arrows are their pursuit!
Another figure that appeared suddenly and disappeared entangled the other four Western-Japanese ancestors like ghosts.
"Jueyuan Dao! Xuanhua Dao!"
The first ancestor of the Western Yi roared repeatedly: "What benefits did Daqian give you? I can give it to you as well!"
"You can't give it to me." Xuanhua's master's voice was loud: "Fellow Daoist should consider whether to die or sacrifice his life to send some incense heritage."
These words seemed to be intentionally reminding the Western Yi ancestors, which made them slightly stunned.
Sacrifice your life to send some incense heritage?
The voice of the Void Superintendent Daozhu came from the black and white chessboard: "For the blood sacrifice of your life and others, you can send 20,000 incense heritage to leave."
The first ancestor of the Western Yi gritted his teeth: "What do you want to do!"
"Just follow the will of heaven." Xuanhua's seven swords were amazingly powerful.
This is transformed by his own Taoist bones, representing the seven true gods in his body, which are indestructible and comparable to all divine weapons.
Even when facing the seven Western-Japanese ancestors at the same time, they were not at a disadvantage, but instead gained an advantage.
The black and white chessboard kept swallowing the Xiyi people, and the Daqian border army led by Ma Ningyan in the rear also collided with the 100,000 Western archers who had broken the rear.
The border army has the advantage in combat formation and has a larger number of people. The winner will be decided soon after the fight.
The three Taoist lords took action together, making it impossible for the Western Yi clan to escape from this place.
If this continues, the only thing waiting for them is the extermination of the clan.
If you want to destroy the clan, you can only send 20,000 clans to leave as the Master Xujian said, using his own life and blood sacrifice.
"Blood sacrifice...who is it for sacrifice?" asked the first ancestor of the Western Yi roar.
Even if he dies, he wants to die to understand.
No one answered this question, only the sound of the Xiyi people falling to the ground.
(This chapter ends)