He was born as a blacksmith, but he dominated the world

Chapter 444 Ants
The sky suddenly darkened, and countless arrows appeared out of thin air where the Arrow Mountain collapsed.

The sound of the clashing swords was like a hundred thousand heavenly soldiers beating war drums, making the ears of people thousands of miles away buzz.

"That is the fortune of our clan!"

“He, what is he going to do!”

"Stop him quickly!" an old ancestor roared from his throat.

The Thirteenth Ancestor of the Western Yi turned around without hesitation and flew towards the Arrow Mountain. His speed was so fast that he crossed a hundred miles in the blink of an eye.

A sharp sound came from behind him, and the Thirteenth Patriarch turned around.

I saw the arrows in the quiver soaring into the sky uncontrollably. Millions of cold rays of light were like a counter-star shower, interweaving into a brilliant galaxy in the clouds.

Countless arrows merged into streams of blazing white light, and the true meaning of archery that was entangled with millions of archers was forcibly extracted, like a galaxy that penetrated the sky and the earth, instantly crossing a distance of thousands of miles and pouring into the body of the Seventh Ancestor.

"Is he going to destroy my clan?" The third ancestor suddenly coughed up blood and roared.

Ma Ningyan couldn't help but stop and look intently.

I saw a figure slowly floating in the air in the depths of the collapsed Arrow Mountain. The luck and true meaning of archery extracted from the Xiyi clan were continuously poured into his body.

His entire body was as white as jade, without any covering.

His luck and arrow power made all his bones emit an extremely sharp light.

The rays of light seeped out from his bones, gradually expanding and forming the shape of an arrow.

Then with the injection of more Western Yi luck and arrows, it continued to expand.

In a moment, the Thirteenth Patriarch had arrived at the former Holy Mountain of Xiyi.

Everything as far as the eye can see is in ruins.

Even the clan habitat at the foot of the mountain looked as if doomsday had come, and it was a horrible sight.

The Thirteenth Ancestor's eyes were red as he shouted at the figure in the sky: "Seventh Ancestor, are you really going to destroy my clan? Don't stop!"

The Seventh Ancestor didn't even look at him. In the eyes of this Western Yi ancestor, there was only the sky.

The world is so big that he has no goal.

If an arrow loses its target, what is the meaning of its existence?

Seeing that the Seventh Patriarch had no response, the Thirteenth Patriarch flew forward, intending to force his way in and awaken his "conscience".

However, as soon as he approached the light arrow that was already several hundred meters long, his face changed drastically.

There was clearly only this arrow of light in front of him, but in his perception, he saw countless phantoms of divine arrows.

Thirteenth Patriarch's temples were covered with cold sweat, and his face was filled with horror: "These lights... are each comparable to divine arrows?"

At this moment, he already felt the fall of his own power.

Luck is a strange thing that cannot be seen or touched, but is real.

The Seventh Ancestor drained away the ten thousand years of luck of the Western Yi, and even these ancestors would be greatly affected.

The Thirteenth Patriarch only felt that his strength was constantly draining away.

He looked down and saw that his right hand, which had originally been condensing into Taoist bones, was now beginning to regain its flesh color.

"My realm is about to fall!"

The Thirteenth Patriarch was greatly shocked. He thought that if he was like this, then others must be like this as well.

A great war concerning the Xiyi clan has not yet ended. If everyone's cultivation level drops at this moment, it would be an unimaginable disaster.

He didn't care about anything else. While his cultivation level had not yet completely fallen back from the Dao Bone Realm, he threw away the divine bow in his hand, gritted his teeth, and drilled into the light arrow.

Because he knew that even with the divine bow in his hand, it would not be of any help.

Even a single ray of light arrow here is of the same quality as a divine bow, and if you carry it with you, you will only be destroyed.

But even if it was him, what could he do?
As soon as I inserted a finger, I felt a piercing pain.

It was like countless divine arrows, shooting at him without interruption.

The Thirteenth Patriarch, who had only condensed one palm and whose cultivation level was constantly declining, had a sad expression on his face.

My own strength is not enough to enter the light arrow.

Even if the other eleven ancestors gathered together, it would be the same.

He could only concentrate all his strength on his palm, which had only a few fingers left that were as white as jade, and stretched it out towards the Seventh Ancestor.

At the same time, he cried out in tears, "Seventh Ancestor! Stop! Stop!"

"My tribe cannot be destroyed in your hands like this! Do you want to be a sinner of the Western Barbarians?"

"Uncle Qi... please, stop..."

From screaming to begging.

But no matter what he did, the Seventh Ancestor remained indifferent.

Everything in the world has nothing to do with him anymore.

Whether it was his own people or the border troops of Daqian, in his eyes they were no different from the weeds on the roadside and the stubborn rocks on the mountain.

With countless luck and arrow intentions constantly infusing into it, the outline of this arrow of light expanded rapidly.

When it expanded to ten thousand meters, the Thirteenth Ancestor had been ejected.

The Thirteenth Patriarch vomited blood and fell to the ground, looking up at the bow and arrow that could not be measured by humans.

His face was pale and he suddenly knelt on the ground: "My clan...is finished."

Jiang Lin, thousands of miles away, was watching all this.

Even with his sharp eyesight, he couldn't see through the light and shadow to see the people inside.

But he could feel that he was the strongest person he had ever seen.

"Divine weapons...are nothing special." Jiang Lin suddenly murmured.

His own monitor's holy weapon arrows are already very powerful, enough to threaten the Daowu realm.

If it can be promoted to a divine weapon, it will naturally be stronger.

But what does it matter in front of this bow and arrow?
Even if it was the Hengyu furnace that was fed with countless materials, or the hardest Xuanwu Holy Soldier Arrow, it would probably be turned into powder in an instant by that light arrow.

The Seventh Ancestor suddenly laughed loudly, opened his arms suddenly, and his bones made numerous creaking sounds.

Every gap is filled with power.

He used his own body as the core of the arrow.

Once it is launched, it will be the most powerful force in the world.

Once it is shot out, it will be certain death! A loud voice came from the light arrow.

"The mountains and rivers are our backbone!"

The vast territory rose up in response, and the dragon energy in the earth's veins condensed into purple patterns on the body of a bow.

"The Qi moves in a rhythm!"

Millions of Western Yi archers groaned at the same time, and the essence and blood between their eyebrows turned into golden threads that wrapped around the light strings.

"As a dysprosium—"

The Seventh Ancestor's body exploded with a loud bang, and a blood mist instantly filled the shadow of the arrow that seemed to be able to suppress the heavens.

There are dense inscriptions on the arrowheads, and behind the arrow feathers there are endless overlapping light and shadows, reflecting the thousands of years of history of the Xiyi clan!

The thousand-mile light arrow appeared on the string of destiny that penetrated heaven and earth.

The mountains and rivers turned into a bow and slowly opened.

Just the vibration of the bowstring made this world groan as if it could not bear the burden.

Rumbling--

The bow of mountains and rivers collapsed, the string of luck dissipated, and only the light red arrow of light surrounded by blood mist flew out.

In an instant, the clouds in the sky rolled back into a whirlpool.

The land of Xiyi began to crack, and the grass and trees withered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This arrow actually drained all life within a thousand miles!
Even the Thirteenth Ancestor looked extremely old at this moment.

His realm dropped completely. If it weren't for his heart of Taoism that protected him before it was about to break, he would have been beaten to pieces.

If he is like this, what about ordinary Western Yi people?

Looking back at his habitat, the countless clansmen who had fallen to the ground and died made the Thirteenth Ancestor spit out a mouthful of blood, his face as pale as gold paper, and he fell to the ground.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment, and then flowed slowly like water.

The light red arrow of Senecio moves from slow to extremely fast.

It seemed like a long time, yet it seemed like just a moment.

The sky was torn apart. It was not an ordinary space crack, but a scar that pierced through the entire world.

He did it.

Using mountains and rivers as bows, the clan's destiny as strings, and himself as arrows, he tore open the unreachable sky.

Ma Ningyan, who had been fighting for many years, couldn't help but show a look of fear in her eyes.

If such a terrifying arrow were shot at Daqian, the entire territory would probably be completely destroyed, and there would be no possibility of any resistance.

She then spat out a mouthful of thick blood. Fortunately, the arrow shot towards the sky.

At this time, everyone in the Xiyi clan was looking at the arrow from afar.

Countless people fell to their knees, their sacred mountains collapsed, and their habitats were destroyed.

Even though they didn't know whether their clansmen were alive or dead, they still felt extreme heartache.

The eleven Western Yi ancestors had livid faces and looked extremely ferocious.

They wished they could kill the Seventh Ancestor!
But no amount of resentment will help.

Who could have thought that the Seventh Ancestor would do such a thing as genocide because of his inner obsession.

Speaking of madness, he is a hundred times, a thousand times, or even ten thousand times crazier than the Daqian border soldiers!
When Jiang Lin looked towards the Xiyi clan again, there was a hint of sympathy in his eyes.

Invading Daqian is certainly wrong, but isn't Daqian doing the same thing?
The only difference is that the starting points of both parties are different.

But no matter what the ultimate goal is, it makes little difference to ordinary people.

However, Daqian had good fortune, and Xiyi's fortune shot into the sky with that arrow.

"It turns out that they were not defeated by Daqian." Jiang Lin murmured.

He said nothing more and looked up at the giant arrow.

It condenses all the luck and arrow intentions of a powerful clan, and even has a strongest person who has condensed all his Taoist bones as its core.

This arrow is unprecedented.

Jiang Lin didn't know what the so-called Taoist weapons above the divine weapons were like, but he thought it should be like this.

He couldn't help but sigh: "This arrow seems to represent the human world."

Wherever the arrow shadow passed, the sea of ​​clouds evaporated and the stars along the way were crushed into powder by the wind from the arrow.

What is even more terrifying is the trail left by the arrow tail, which is a long river of nothingness composed of the luck of the Xiyi clans.

In the chaos, one could vaguely see an even more powerful Daowu Realm archer drawing his bow and shooting at the sun.

All the arrows in the Xiyi territory exploded at the same time, turning into a torrent and pouring into it.

The aura of this arrow surged even more violently, and all kinds of strange phenomena evolved at the tip of the arrow, carrying the long river of luck of the Xiyi clan upstream!

At this moment, Jiang Lin suddenly felt an indescribable strange pressure.

That pressure, just a little bit, made him feel as if the world was collapsing, and he instantly became a head shorter.

Countless people vomited blood and fell to the ground, and only those who were at the peak of the Divine Martial Realm could barely raise their heads.

They were horrified to see an extremely huge finger covered with golden patterns extending out from the torn sky.

Black and yellow flow between the fingerprints, and each line is filled with an extremely old breath that runs through eternity.

Just a wisp of leaked energy caused spider-web-like cracks to appear between heaven and earth.

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 being destroyed at an astonishing speed.

The most powerful arrow in the world, the one that can easily destroy everything here!
It disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Everyone looked at the giant golden finger in the sky, trembling all over and unable to speak.

A deep fear took over their bodies and minds.

Two words suddenly emerged in Jiang Lin's mind that even frightened him.

"Ants!"

(End of this chapter)