The giant shadow of the god is one of the magical powers of the Miaoyan Immortal Lord. Even the attack of the Eternal Immortal Lord may not be able to break the god's defense.

But the three arrows seemed to be able to penetrate the giant shadow directly, and penetrated Ning Fan's body instantly, leaving three bloody holes in Ning Fan's chest...

"Damn it! I can't stop it!" Miao Yanxian Zun bit his lip reluctantly, and suddenly he looked surprised again.

"Oh? Three seven-color true phantom arrows, but they still didn't kill the monk?"

Knowing that his magical power could not prevent the arrival of the seven-colored arrows, Miaoyan Immortal sighed slightly and removed his magical power, with a look of regret on his pretty face.

So what if Ning Fan didn't die from three arrows, he would probably still die after five arrows were fired...

"I can't help him... it's a pity..." the Immortal Master of Miaoyan sighed quietly.

"Huh? Three arrows were shot out at the same time, but this person is not dead? Weird... But if five arrows were shot out, this person would have no chance of survival."* The Immortal Lord finally opened his eyes and frowned.

On the altar of true illusion, the Poison Dragon Ancestor had a thought in his mind and retracted three colorful arrows. Looking at the straw man whose blood had not dissipated, his face was as heavy as water.

The demon cultivators behind him all looked shocked.

"The person the ancestor wanted to kill was not killed by the arrows of the three truths and three illusions!" Many demon cultivators were secretly shocked.

The Poison Dragon Ancestor looked a little ugly. He didn't expect that Ning Fan could not be killed even if three arrows from the Seven Arrows Book were shot out at once... Throughout the ages, there has never been any Duzhen or Shekong who can kill Ning Fan with three colorful arrows.

Immortal under attack...

"Is it possible that this person is not Shekong, but... Sui Nian! No, no, if it is Sui Nian, it is impossible for me to hurt him with colorful arrows..."

"He was injured but did not die... Maybe this person has some magical power to protect his life... Humph! Is it Miaoyan who is helping him?"

The Poison Dragon Ancestor directly attributed the reason why Ning Fan did not die to the action of Immortal Miaoyan.

He never thought that Ning Fan was not a true cultivator at all, which was the reason why he did not die even after being shot by three arrows.

"Huh! No matter if you have some wise words to help me, you still can't escape the end of death!"

"Five truths and five illusions...candles are burning!"

The Poison Dragon Ancestor changed his finger skills again, and the shadow of the candle lamp in the snowy sky suddenly lit up with a pale golden demonic fire.

The pressure of the long bow with dragon horns increased again. This time, the Poison Dragon Ancestor shot five colorful arrows and shot them out at the same time. This time, the arrows glowed with blazing temperature.

On the wasteland of bones, Ning Fan had just used the Black Star technique to heal the blood hole in his chest.

The shadow of the Thousand-Handed God in the snowy sky was disappearing little by little... Ning Fan knew in his heart. It was because the Immortal Lord knew that he was unable to stop the light of the arrow and withdrew the shadow.

"Even the Eternal Immortal Lord can't stop the colorful arrows..."

"Fortunately, I am not a Duzhen cultivator. Otherwise, I suffered three arrows and the Dingzhen Bridge collapsed and died..."

Five space cracks suddenly opened in the sky, and five arrows shot out. As soon as the arrows appeared, demonic fire ignited in the sky.

Ning Fan's eyes flashed with green light. Before the space crack appeared, he stretched out his palm and made a prejudgment. He grabbed it hard in front of him.

The next moment, four sword lights pierced Ning Fan's chest. But there was an arrow light, which was directly caught by Ning Fan!

The arrow light that Miaoyan Immortal Master had no time to catch was unexpectedly caught by Ning Fan!

Unfortunately, the arrow caught by Ning Fan trembled and escaped from Ning Fan's palm, passing through his shoulder, leaving a bloody hole with bones visible...

Five arrows struck together, and even if Ning Fan was not Du Zhen, the injuries he suffered could not be ignored.

Purple-gold demonic fire burned at the arrow wound, making it impossible for Ning Fan's arrow wound to heal.

Even the Black Star Technique can only slightly suppress the demon fire and cannot have any healing effect.

Ning Fan tried to extinguish the demonic fire on the wound, but was shocked to find that these demonic fires could not be extinguished!

"This is...the fire of reincarnation!"

Ning Fan took a breath of cold air. From this demonic fire, he noticed a trace of the power of reincarnation. It was very weak, but it could not be ignored.

Ning Fan put away his shocked expression, his eyes darkened, and he activated a trace of reincarnation power in his body, finally extinguishing the demonic fire.

At this point, the five ferocious blood holes on his body began to heal little by little under the black starlight.

"This boy was not burned to death by the fire of candles, bows and arrows!"

Miaoyan Immortal Venerable Tan's mouth opened slightly, and she couldn't close her mouth from ear to ear in surprise. She had never known that any Shekong monk could withstand the fire of candle bows and arrows.

If it weren't for the fact that the candle bow only had its bow spirit, it would be difficult for an eternal immortal like her to defeat the fire of the candle bow and arrows...

This time, the Immortal Lord finally showed an expression of emotion, stepped out of the cave, and stood in the snowy sky.

At this moment, on the Altar of True Illusion, the Poison Dragon Ancestor looked at the Dirty Blood Grass Man in disbelief, his expression extremely ugly.

"Impossible! Even with the help of clever words, it is impossible for this son to survive being shot by an arrow! Why is he not dead!"

"And the old man's seven-color true phantom arrows actually sent a trace... The moment the arrows fell, one of the seven-color arrows was caught in the palm of this man! Even the other immortals could not catch the light of the arrow, how could this man be so good?

How can we catch it! Is this a coincidence, or is this person pre-judged the path of the colorful arrows..."

The Poison Dragon Ancestor has always had a slight contempt for Ning Fan. After all, there was a huge gap in cultivation between the two.

But at this moment, the contempt gradually faded away, replaced by a more paranoid murderous intention!

"I don't believe it, even if seven arrows were shot out at once, this boy can still survive!"

"Seven truths and seven illusions...the candle flame goes out!"

The shadow of the candle flame was extinguished at this moment, and there was a death-like aura!

At this moment, the seven-page jade book turned into colorful arrows and was shot out by the Poison Dragon Ancestor.

Seven arrows shot out at once, and all the white snow in the sky above the barbarian realm turned into black snow.

An unprecedented sense of crisis arose in Ning Fan's heart. This time, he didn't even see the appearance of the crack in space, and was directly penetrated by seven arrows!

I actually felt like being shot through first. Then I saw the space split open and the arrow shot out!

The blood flowing out of the seven blood holes on the body was all black!

The raging black arrow energy spread in Ning Fan's body, depriving Ning Fan of all vitality. Ning Fan's face began to grow old, his skin began to wrinkle, and death energy continued to emanate from his body.

The seven arrows shot out simultaneously, causing no damage from the arrow fire. However, they left a lethal amount of death energy in Ning Fan's body!

The power of reincarnation in the death aura is several times stronger than the power of reincarnation in Ning Fan's body, and is beyond what Ning Fan can resist!

"This child will probably die from the death energy of the seven arrows..."* Immortal Lord said to himself, with a firm tone.

But in the next moment, the Immortal Lord's eyes widened suddenly and he took a breath of air.

The black wind and snow covering the entire barbaric territory, at this moment, the snow shadow collapsed!

On the wasteland of bones, Ning Fan gave up on using the power of reincarnation to resist the death energy of reincarnation. A trace of scarlet flashed in his eyes, and a sizzling aurora erupted from his body.

The power of reincarnation in his body was not enough to resist the death energy of reincarnation, so Ning Fan used the power of calamity thoughts of the same level to counteract the reincarnation!

Relying on the power of robbing blood in his body, Ning Fan directly swallowed the energy of reincarnation and death into his blood and refined it.

At the moment when the death energy dissipated, Ning Fan's appearance returned to its original appearance, the seven major arrow wounds healed under the black starlight, and the black snow in the sky collapsed at this moment!

"Seven arrows shot out at once, so what!"

Ning Fan pointed his fingers together, and immediately seven black and red wild flashes of light shot out from his fingers. They hit the shadows of the seven arrows that were about to withdraw.

Prejudgment, another prediction!

The arrow shadow would not be damaged by ordinary attacks. But when it was hit by the wild flash, slight cracks immediately appeared.

When the seven arrows returned to the hands of the Poison Dragon Ancestor, there was a hint of shock in the Poison Dragon Ancestor's eyes!

Ning Fan constantly predicted the return path of the Seven Arrows, and used a barbaric flash that was more refined than the wild beast, causing injuries to the Seven Arrows!

"How is it possible! Seven arrows were shot out at the same time, but they didn't kill this guy. Instead, they were injured by the arrows!"

"Can it be that with the magical power of the Seven Arrows Book, I can't kill this kid? I don't believe it!"

The Poison Dragon Ancestor's eyes were shocked, and he lost consciousness for a moment.

The next moment, there was a look of hesitation in his eyes, as if something was difficult to decide.

After a few breaths, he sneered sinisterly!

"I didn't expect that there would be someone in the world who could stand up to the Seven Arrows Book... Since I can't kill you, I will kill your closest relatives. No matter what, I have to eliminate the hatred in my heart!"

"Please Zu Gong help me!"

The Poison Dragon Ancestor raised the long bow with dragon horns, and in the colorful light, the long bow transformed into the appearance of a hunchbacked old man.

"Junior, are you sure you want to use this method to deal with a human ant?" The hunchbacked old man opened his ears with a somewhat wretched expression.

"Junior, you're sure! Please take action from Ancestor Gong!" Poison Dragon Ancestor said with murderous intentions revealed.

"That's all... In that case, I will help you! Swallow!"

The hunchbacked old man suddenly opened his mouth and swallowed seven seven-color true phantom arrows directly into his belly.

He raised his big hand and grabbed the ancestral soul pool under the altar. He actually took out all the billions of remnant souls in the ancestral soul pool and integrated them into his body.

The next moment, the hunchbacked old man swayed and turned into a colorful aurora, shooting down towards the straw man.

Once the seven-colored aurora shot into the grass man's body, it immediately tore apart the space and appeared in the sky above the Skeleton Wasteland.

A trace of Ning Fan's blood spilled on the ground was taken away by the colorful aurora.
To be continued...