Under the True Illusion Altar, there is an ancient blood pool with numerous seals.

The blood pool contains the remnant souls of a billion true dragon demon cultivators, providing energy for the blood pool and warming up a colorful light at the bottom of the pool.

These remnant souls all have empty eyes, and most of them are in the first step of cultivation. There are only 6,000 remnant souls with the second step aura.

Since the first world war, every time a powerful member of the True Dragon Clan dies in the ancient wilderness, a trace of his soul will be collected into the blood pool.

This blood pool is called the Ancestral Soul Pool, and it is the place where the True Dragon Clan warms and nourishes its secret treasure!

As the ancient blood pool was unsealed, a colorful light flew out from the bottom of the pool.

The demon cultivator couldn't see clearly what the light was. The moment the light rose into the sky, there was immediately a terrifying aura that gripped the soul, pressing down on the entire Altar of True Illusion!

On top of the altar of true illusion, there is a straw man with a very thick blood on his body. Three feet away from the straw man, there is an old man with purple dragon horns, who is the Poison Dragon Ancestor.

Behind the Poison Dragon Ancestor, there are still more than a hundred dragon demon cultivators guarding this place, all with the second step of cultivation. But at the moment when the momentum came, except for the Poison Dragon Ancestor, all the demon cultivators' faces turned red, and they were suppressed by the mountain.

Feeling heavy, they all knelt down towards the light, and then the pressure was slightly reduced.

The coercion continued to spread towards the entire Muxue Barbarian Territory. The demon cultivators in the area, whether they were True Dragon tribe members or not, could not bear the pressure and knelt down in the flying snow.

"Is this the pressure of the spirit of the ancestral bow? It's really terrifying!" Countless demon cultivators lowered their heads in fear, not daring to look at the light.

Even the Poison Dragon Ancestor, who is an Immortal Master, did not dare to be disrespectful at all when looking at the light.

The Poison Dragon Ancestor, who had always been arrogant, actually bowed to the ground towards the light and said respectfully,

"The younger demon cultivator Du Longzi, please ask Zu Gong to show up!"

"Hmph! Do you want to use my power to kill people again? Think about how glorious I was back then, following the ancestral dragon to conquer the world and killing all the immortal cultivators of all ages. Now there are only spiritual bodies left, killing all the juniors who have transcended the truth and Shekong.

..Loneliness is like snow, my life is really as lonely as snow!”

Above the snowy sky, the colorful light faded, revealing a dragon-horned long bow covered with purple-gold scales. The bow looked like a crescent moon, inlaid with several gem-like dragon beads, but the bow string was silver. There was a cold light flashing.

The speaker was surprisingly the Dragon Horn Longbow. Upon hearing Dragon Horn Longbow's emotional words, Du Longzi smiled bitterly, but did not dare to interrupt casually.

"Hey, I'm in a good mood today, so I'll help you once! Junior, do you know what the price is for borrowing my power?"

"After this person is shot and killed, I will sacrifice a thousand female cultivators from the human race and throw them into the ancestral soul pool for our ancestors to enjoy!" Poison Dragon Ancestor replied respectfully.

"Hehe, you are really sensible!"

The dragon-horned long bow stopped talking. The bow trembled slightly and immediately lost its power to float and fell downwards.

The Poison Dragon Ancestor did not dare to neglect, and immediately bent his palm to catch the long bow. When he looked at the straw man again, his cold light was revealed!

"Ghost-faced kid, today is the day you die!"

"One reality and one illusion...the candle dragon appears!"

The Poison Dragon Ancestor held a bow in one hand and made a seal with one hand, murmuring words, and a shadow of a million-foot-high ice dragon immediately appeared above the snowy sky.

The cold air emanating from the phantom caused the entire Tuxue Savage Land to freeze three feet deep.

With each breath, there was a fierce and majestic pressure. In front of this phantom, any demon cultivator seemed so insignificant.

The evil aura of the ice dragon and the cold spread out of the Muxue Savage Territory and spread all the way to the entire wilderness.

At this moment, snowflakes began to fall all over the Forty-Two Savage Territories.

In the Tiandu Barbarian Domain, Immortal Lord Liuhe raised his eyelids, but shook his head disapprovingly, and said to himself, "The candle bow has appeared... That Wuming Shekong, I'm afraid he will die..."

On another low hill nearby, Miaoyin Immortal Lord has already set up an altar, holding a yellow paper fairy talisman in one hand and an acquired peach wood sword in the other, with a dignified look in his beautiful eyes.

"Du Longzi decided to use the candle bow...I wonder if I can stop him from killing people with my magical powers..."

Among the five realms of the God Clan, countless four-day monks walked out of their caves and looked at the flying snow in the sky with shocked eyes.

There is no snow in the south. If there is flying snow, the candle bow will definitely come out and kill people with seven arrows!

"Hey, it seems that the unknown senior's annihilation of the Poison Dragon Guard angered the Poison Dragon Ancestor... As soon as the Seven Arrows Book came out, the senior Shekong was in danger..."

In Mulan City, Ning Fan, who was cross-legged to refine the power of true illusion, suddenly opened his eyes and naturally sensed the strange phenomenon of flying snow outside.

"The Seven True Seven Magic Arrows... are coming!" Ning Fan focused his gaze and walked out of the cave. He asked Liu Yan and Xian Loli to stay in the city, while he set up a golden rainbow and flew to a skeleton in Gouchen Manchuria.

Wasteland everywhere.

What is coming is inevitable!

Here he is, facing the Poison Dragon Ancestor's Seven Arrows Book!

This is a confrontation, a confrontation between Ning Fan and the Poison Dragon Ancestor, spanning countless barbaric realms!

"The Arrow Book Appears!"

The Poison Dragon Ancestor took out a jade album from his storage bag, offered it to the sky, and performed a one-handed magic transformation.

There are only seven pages in that jade book, and each page contains a colorful arrow, which can be used with the dragon-horn longbow to kill people across thousands of realms!

"Ghost-faced kid, suffer death!"

The furious voice of the Poison Dragon Ancestor spread throughout the Muxue Savage Territory. With a move of his palm, a page of the jade book immediately turned into a colorful arrow that alternated between empty and real, and flew into the hands of the Poison Dragon Ancestor.

When the silver string opens, true illusion is born, colorful colors appear, and murderous intent is coming!

Facing the Blood-stained Grass Man, the Poison Dragon Ancestor bent his bow and fired an arrow. The colorful arrows shot out from the string, piercing the Blood-Stainless Grass Man. In an instant, the arrow light disappeared.

Ning Fan, who was far away in Gouchen Manchu, instantly sensed an unprecedented sense of crisis.

In the snowy sky above our heads, a dark space crack suddenly tore open, and a colorful arrow shot out of the sky.

At the moment when the colorful arrow light came, Ning Fan felt an unprecedented sense of crisis, as if he was not facing an arrow shadow, but a giant dragon overlooking the people!

The arrow light came so fast that before Ning Fan could react, he felt pain in his chest and had been pierced by the arrow light.

The moment he was hit by this arrow, Ning Fan's face immediately turned pale, he vomited blood and retreated.

Ordinary Du Zhen, Shekong, if he is hit by this arrow, he will be seriously injured even if he is not dead. But Ning Fan is not Du Zhen, although the injury caused by this arrow to him is not huge as expected.

"Black Star Technique!"

Ning Fan raised his hand and pointed toward the sky, and eighty-three thousand pitch-black stars immediately appeared in the snowy sky.

Under the bath of black starlight, the blood hole on Ning Fan's chest healed little by little, and the injury healed instantly.

However, within his body, there were streaks of colorful light raging, which were left behind by the colorful arrows.

For the real immortals who cross the real bridge, the seven-colored light is extremely lethal and can collapse the real bridge, destroy humanity, and kill people.

But for monks like Ning Fan who have never been to the real bridge, it does not cause much harm and only makes Ning Fan feel a little dazed.

"What a powerful arrow... If I had entered the Realm, even if I didn't die from this arrow, I would still be seriously injured and on the verge of death!"

Ning Fan looked solemnly and glanced around, but he did not see the colorful arrow that penetrated his body.

This arrow has returned to the hands of the Poison Dragon Ancestor. Like a Taoist soldier, it can be retrieved with a single thought.

The arrow had escaped, but bursts of fairy music suddenly spread in the snowy sky, and a giant shadow of a thousand-handed god appeared, raising his hand to grab the arrow in the direction where it had previously been shot.

Ning Fan's eyes changed slightly... This fairy music and this phantom of the gods seemed to be cast by a powerful monk in order to protect himself...

"It's the breath of the Eternal Immortal Lord, coming from the direction of the Tiandu Barbarian Territory... Is it the Eternal Immortal Lord of the human race who wants to help me fight against the Seven Arrows, but I don't know who it is..."

"It's a pity that the arrows from the Seven Arrows Book are too fast to be defended by this person... The Seven Arrows Book is so powerful that even the Eternal Immortal Lord can't defend it..."

In a very far place, the Immortal Master Miaoyan was casting a spell, and his beautiful eyes were shocked.

"So fast! Even with my spells, I can't stop the arrows from coming!"

"But fortunately, it seems that the unknown monk was not killed by one arrow... Next time, I will definitely block the light of the arrow!"

In the Tiandu Barbarian Domain, Immortal Master Liuhe shook his head slightly. He had known for a long time that Immortal Master Miaoyan could not stop the colorful arrows.

What surprised him was that the unknown monk with mysterious origins was not killed with one arrow...

"Throughout the ages, there are definitely not many Touzhen Shekong who can take one arrow from the Seven Arrows Book and not die... This person can be proud of himself if he can take one arrow and not die. But unfortunately, when three arrows are shot out, even this person

Even with the peak cultivation level of Shekong, he will definitely die..." Liuhe Immortal Lord said to himself indifferently.

In the Twilight Snow Barbaric Domain, on top of the Altar of True Illusion, the Poison Dragon Ancestor snorted coldly.

The bloody light on the straw man had not dissipated, but he did not expect that Ning Fan could survive an arrow.

"Hmph! You can't kill this guy with just one arrow!"

"Three truths and three illusions...Li Zhuning!"

Following the change of the Poison Dragon Ancestor's finger skills, the giant shadow of the ice dragon in the snowy sky immediately turned into the shadow of an ancient bronze lamp in the cold light.

On top of the copper lamp, there is a candle made of demon dragon fat, which is not lit.

As the shadow changed, the pressure of the dragon-horned long bow immediately surged. However, when the Poisonous Dragon Ancestor bent his palm, two more pages of the jade book turned into colorful arrow light. Together with the previous arrow light, three arrows

On the string, he was shot out by the Poison Dragon Ancestor's bow.

At the same time, on the Skeleton Wasteland, warning signs abounded in Ning Fan's heart. At this moment, three space cracks were torn open in the snowy sky at the same time, and three colorful arrows flashed out from them!

With Ning Fan's level of cultivation, it was still too late to make any defense, but this time, the thousand-armed god summoned by the Miaoyan Immortal Lord blocked Ning Fan!

The thousand-armed god was too slow to catch the arrow light, but he tried to use his body to prevent the arrow light from coming.

Three arrows shot down and were blocked by the giant shadow of the god in front of Ning Fan.
To be continued...