Chapter 2239 The Formation of Creation Is Broken

"Ancestor, we are here to help you!"

All the elders of the Medicine Clan shouted in unison.

They sat cross-legged, surrounding the ancient cauldron, and poured their immortal essence into the ancient cauldron continuously.

The ancient cauldron shook violently, and the blood inside boiled more and more.

boom!

There was a loud bang.

The cauldron shook violently, and the ancestral blood inside rose into the sky, turning into a figure and standing in the sky above the ancient cauldron.

The moment he appeared, a shocking aura filled the air, causing the void in all directions to freeze.

"He Fangxiao dares to offend our Medicine Clan!"

When the man spoke, his voice was like thunder, making the heaven and earth tremble.

"That's...oh my God! The Yao Clan even used the blood of their ancestors!"

The cultivators from all directions looked around and were all shocked.

Most clans have this ancestral power, but they will never use it unless absolutely necessary, because every time it is used, part of the ancestral blood inside will be consumed, and the power is greatly reduced.

The Yao Clan not only used the ancient city, but also used the blood of their ancestors. They really spent a lot of money.

"It seems that the Yao Clan hates Lord Tang Shen so much!"

Some cultivators sighed.

"That's not true. In the past, although the Medicine Clan was not as good as the top clans like the Jiang Clan, they were quite famous and admired because they were good at alchemy. They lived quite comfortably. But since Tang Shenjun came, their Medicine Clan has become We were in trouble. First, the physical body of the Holy Son was destroyed, and then the Holy Lotus Body that was finally refined was also destroyed. Several elders in the clan were also killed..."

"Later, an alliance of hundreds of tribes was formed to kill Tang Shenjun, but they were repeatedly frustrated. For a time, they became the laughing stock of the world. It can be said that they lost their face. If they don't hate it, who would?"

Immediately there will be a cultivator.

In his words, there was some sympathy for the Yao Clan.

It is indeed tragic that a large and powerful family has repeatedly fallen into the hands of a young man from the lower world.

"This time, I think the Medicine Clan can finally feel proud and proud!"

“It’s not easy for this Medicine Clan!”

The cultivators sighed, all with sympathetic faces.

"Ancestor, we are summoning you today to use the power of ancestors from all generations to eradicate the enemy for our Medicine Clan!" said the Medicine Clan's ancestor.

"An enemy? Okay!"

The bloody man nodded and cast his eyes downward, landing on the Creation Mountain Range.

"Is this the big formation?"

He murmured, then raised his hand and pressed it down.

In an instant, a torrential stream of blood poured out from the ancestral cauldron under him. As it rolled, it turned into a giant palm that covered the sky, and struck down with terrifying power.

This palm is so big that it is unimaginable, and the entire Creation Mountain Range is enveloped.

The coercion spread out, shaking the hearts of cultivators in all directions and making them unable to move.

Many people turned pale and almost lost control and fell from the sky.

The power of this palm clearly surpasses the realm of seven tribulations and reaches the power of eight tribulations.

This palm is equivalent to a blow from an Eight Tribulations Emperor.

boom!

The giant blood-colored palm fell and hit the light curtain, making a loud noise.

The boundless divine light bloomed, shining brightly into the vastness of the world.

"Look, there's a reaction!"

The next moment, there was a cry of exclamation.

The cultivators could clearly see that under this palm, the light curtain trembled slightly, and its luster dimmed slightly.

"Haha! Keep blasting! Blow through this turtle shell for me!"

Master Shenju laughed loudly.

"We also worship ancestral artifacts!"

In the ancient city of the Night Clan, the Night Lord gritted his teeth and said fiercely.

He couldn't wait any longer. He wanted to break through the formation as soon as possible, use the power of his ancestors to kill that kid, take back their Night Clan's ancestral armor, and avenge Jiu Xuan!

He waved his hand and a black ancient cauldron flew out.

The elders of the Night Clan came over and poured immortal energy into it to activate it.

"We also offer sacrifices!"

At this time, other ethnic groups could not sit still.

This time, in order to kill the kid, the ancestral weapons of each clan must be used, and only with the power of the ancestral weapons can they possibly kill the kid.

After killing that kid, how the spoils will be divided depends on the efforts of each tribe, so they cannot lag behind.

Even if the kid couldn't be killed in the end, there was still a door of creation, and the treasures inside were enough for each of their clans to share.

Soon, rays of shocking blood rushed out from the ancient cities of all races, and bloody figures appeared one after another.

These are all incarnations formed by the blood of ancestors of various races, and each one has the strength of eight tribulations.

There are more than fifty such incarnations in more than fifty clans. They raised their hands, pressed towards the mountains below, or pointed out a finger, and a giant palm appeared, and the giant finger appeared and struck that layer. Above the light curtain.

Boom boom boom!

Brilliant divine lights kept exploding.

The light curtain continued to tremble.

At this moment, there are equivalent to more than fifty Eight Tribulations, bombarding the formation together.

In less than half a day, the light curtain became obviously much darker.

Seeing this, the cultivators of all races were a little happy. They worked harder to activate the ancestral weapons. The ordinary tribesmen were also bombarding continuously, and the Honghuang tribe was also surrounding the mountains and bombarding them continuously.

Under such indiscriminate bombardment, after five days, the light curtain became darker and darker, and every time it was bombarded, it would tremble violently.

"This broken formation won't last long!"

"Quick! Blow it up in one go!"

The cultivators of all ethnic groups seemed to have been given a shot of chicken blood and became more and more excited.

They took turns using various methods, and after another three days, finally, the light curtain could no longer hold on, and was struck by a huge blood-colored palm, and it broke with a bang.