Tian Yuan

This arrow did not hurt Nangong Ge at all.

The power of the arrow that was condensed again was far greater than before.

In order to increase the power of the imperial weapon, the clan leader performed a blood sacrifice regardless of any consequences, sacrificing his own life to make the ancestral weapon more powerful.

"Nangong Ge, I want your life!"

Even if the Holy Elephant Ancient Clan can survive this danger, they will surely lose their past status and will most likely be exploited by various ethnic groups.

The clan leader did not think about why this situation had happened. He only hated Nangong Ge for his ruthless methods and his ruthless actions.

Moreover, when the patriarch and countless tribesmen were fighting for resources in various places, countless killings were caused and the stability and order of many territories were affected.

At that time, they were high and mighty, so how could they care about the life and death and feelings of the weak at the bottom?

Today, the ancient Holy Elephant tribe, which has been invaded and oppressed, has begun to become angry, rebellious, dissatisfied, and abusive.

Everything has its cause and effect, so you can’t blame others.

"Boom"

When the second arrow was shot, the starry sky was filled with imperial patterns and laws for millions of miles, which was extremely terrifying.

If even a wisp of the emperor's pattern spreads outside the Dayan Zhoutian Formation, it will lead to the deaths of countless cultivators, and the powerful ones who climb onto the Divine Bridge will not be spared either.

"boom!"

Nangong Ge still followed the original method, using King Jing's token and the power of taboo to resist.

On the battlefield, everything collapsed.

The overwhelming pressure swept across the main city, shattering several stars. The people and ancient palaces and buildings on them were all turned into dust and disappeared.

The key factor in asking the swordsman Chang Geng to take action is this King Jing's token.

If there is nothing that can compete with the imperial clan soldiers, even if Nangong Ge has extraordinary means, he will not be able to shake the foundation of the Immortal Ancient Clan.

There is no need for King Jing's token to defeat the God-Suppressing Bow. Being able to delay for a little while is enough to allow the forbidden power to take advantage of the opportunity and thus weaken the power of the imperial army or even eliminate it.

"Whoosh!"

The insane clan leader ignored the clan members who were annihilated by the residual power of the ancestral weapon and only wanted to send Nangong Ge to hell. He sacrificed all his own blood and essence to allow the last of the clan's essence to merge into the God-Suppressing Bow.

It was visible to the naked eye that the patriarch's body began to shrivele, he lost all his blood and energy, and became particularly old.

On the other side, the ancestor Mo Ping was still fighting against the divine thunder of heavenly punishment. Unfortunately, it didn't have much effect, and there were more than a dozen hideous wounds on his body.

The forbidden heavenly punishment would make many emperors feel terrified upon seeing it, let alone the mighty Shenqiao.

Although the heavenly punishment triggered by Nangong Ge is far from reaching its original level, it is definitely enough to annihilate the Ancient Holy Elephant Clan.

"boom"

The third arrow from the God-Suppressing Bow was even more terrifying.

The arrow looked like a skinned dragon, covered in blood, hideous and terrifying, and extremely ferocious.

As the arrow was shot, there suddenly appeared a vision of a sea of ​​blood all over the sky, as well as countless phantoms of skeletons, and a scene of doom with mountains and rivers in turmoil.

Nangong Ge's expression finally changed, his brows slightly frowned, and his heart suddenly stopped.

The might of the imperial weapon that came towards him caused the space within a radius of millions of miles to explode directly, causing Nangong Ge to fall into a second dimension. The surrounding scene was filled with chaos, weird and unreal, and it was impossible to tell which was real and which was fake.

"Oops!"

The most terrifying thing is that Nangong Ge lost contact with the Dayan Zhoutian Formation and King Jing’s token.

At this moment, the broken space in front of him was extinguished by a red light.

Immediately afterwards, a blood-red arrow came flying at a high speed, only ten thousand miles away from Nangong Ge.

Before the arrow arrived, Nangong Ge's chest had been pierced by the residual force of the turbulence. His internal organs evaporated directly, and his body was split into two halves. The clothes forged with high-quality materials were mostly torn, and the skin on his body was all cracked.

At the critical moment, Nangong Ge finally regained control of the formation.

"bass"

When the power of the imperial army was about to take Nangong Ge's life, he changed his position and avoided the dangerous place.

"Wow—"

In an instant, the original position had become nothingness, and there was nothing there.

If Nangong Ge had not dodged it in time, the consequences would have been disastrous.

The power of the imperial army is still there, and King Jing's order will be the first to bear the brunt of it.

Then, the Dayan Zhoutian Formation gathered the power of heavenly punishment and after spending dozens of breaths, it finally quelled the terrifying power of the blood-colored arrow.

He mobilized the spiritual energy to connect the separated bodies, stabilized his injuries, and continued to control the formation.

Looking at the collapse of ancient palaces, Nangong Ge's eyes were indifferent, without any emotion.

"Why...why?"

Looking at Nangong Ge standing on a high place, the clan leader's voice became weak, he was emaciated and dying.

Activate forbidden techniques and sacrifice your life.

Unfortunately, he still failed to kill Nangong Ge.

Feeling his life gradually coming to an end, the anger on the patriarch's face disappeared, only fear remained.

If he could do it again, the clan leader would never go against Nangong Ge and regret it.

With a "bang", the patriarch's body exploded and turned into countless particles of powder, but there was not a drop of blood.

"It's all over."

Ancestor Mo Ping has been defending the core area of ​​the main city for so long, thinking that as long as he can hold on, everything will be over when the ancestral weapon kills Nangong Ge and destroys this killing formation.

However, Mo Ping did not wait until the moment when the ancestral weapon would resolve the crisis. Instead, he saw the clan leader die, the ancestral weapon exhausted its essence, lost its luster, and was about to fall asleep.

In a moment of carelessness, a heavenly punishment fell, breaking several ultimate Taoist weapons into pieces and landing on the top of Mo Ping's head.

"boom"

Mo Ping was already exhausted, and now he saw no hope. He was powerless to resist and his life was in vain.

Those who were lucky enough to be still alive were either cursing, waiting for death, or begging for mercy.

The punishment from heaven continues and has no intention of stopping.

After several hours, the area of ​​the main city star system was completely reduced to ruins.

The Dayan Zhoutian Formation slowly stopped. Nangong Ge stood high in the air, covered in blood, looking down at his own work without a trace of pity.

In the cruel world of cultivation, there is no distinction between good and evil.

Nangong Ge’s revenge will at least not affect too many people.

"No...no more."

When the storm of laws on the battlefield gradually dissipated, the world could finally see clearly. Seeing the Holy Elephant Ancient Clan razed to the ground and the God-Suppressing Bow dimmed, everyone was stunned, like a sculpture, motionless.

Some strong men from the ancient tribe wanted to provide support, but they did not know that this killing formation was so solid that they could not break it at all.

"The Holy Elephant Ancient Clan is really...gone."

Countless monks who came to watch the excitement were all shocked and incredulous.

Looking at the ruins of the battlefield and the figure of Nangong Ge, an indescribable fear filled the hearts of hundreds of millions of monks, and the number was still increasing rapidly.

The extreme coldness surged from the heels and instantly swept through the whole body, freezing the soul.

Everyone's face was filled with fear, and time seemed to have stopped at this moment.