"Ancestor, we're here to help you!"

The elders of the Medicine Clan shouted in unison.

They sat cross-legged, surrounded the Gu Ding, and continuously beat their immortal yuan into the Gu Ding.

Gu Ding shook violently, and the blood inside became more and more boiling.

Rumble!

There was a loud bang.

The tripod body shook violently, and the ancestral blood inside rose to the sky, turning into a figure and standing above the ancient tripod.

At the moment when he manifested, an earth-shattering momentum spread out, and the void in all directions froze.

"He Fangxiao is small, dare to offend my medicine clan!"

The man spoke, and his voice was like thunder, shaking the heavens and the earth.

"That's ...... Oh my God, the Medicine Clan even used the blood of their ancestors!"

The cultivators from all directions looked at it in shock.

Most clans have this ancestral power, but unless it is a last resort, it will never be used, because every time it is used, part of the ancestral blood in it will be consumed, and the power will be greatly reduced.

The Medicine Clan not only used the ancient city, but even used the blood of the ancestors, which was really a bloody investment.

"It seems that the Medicine Clan hates Tang Shenjun very much!"

A cultivator sighed.

"That's not it, although this medicine clan was not as good as the top clans like the Jiang clan in the past, but because they were good at Dan Dao, they were also quite famous, admired by others, and lived quite comfortably, but since the Tang Shenjun came, their medicine clan suffered, first the body of the Holy Son was destroyed, and then the holy lotus body that was finally refined was also destroyed, and the elders of the clan were also killed several ......"

"Later, I formed an alliance of hundred clans and wanted to kill Tang Shenjun, but I was repeatedly frustrated, and once became a joke of the world, which can be described as a loss of face, they don't hate, who hates!"

Immediately, there was a cultivator's way.

In his words, he had some sympathy for the medicine family.

A big clan, but repeatedly folded in the hands of a young man from the nether, this is indeed tragic enough.

"This time, I see that the Medicine Clan can finally raise their eyebrows!"

"This medicine clan is not easy!"

All the cultivators sighed, all with sympathy on their faces.

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

"Great enemy?

The bloody man nodded, his eyes falling downwards and landing on the Creation Mountain Range.

"Is this the big array?"

He muttered, then raised his hand and pressed down.

Suddenly, a monstrous blood light poured out from the ancestral tripod under him, and in the middle of the roll, it turned into a giant palm that covered the sky, and slapped down with terrifying might.

This palm is unimaginably big, and the entire Creation Mountain Range is shrouded.

That coercion swept away, causing the cultivators in all directions to tremble and unable to move.

Many people turned pale, almost unable to control it, and fell from the air.

The power of this palm clearly surpassed the realm of the Seven Tribulations and reached the power of the Eight Tribulations.

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

Rumble!

The blood-colored giant palm fell, slapping on the light curtain, and there was an earth-shattering bang.

The boundless divine light bloomed, and the dazzling heaven and earth were vast.

"Look, there's a reaction!"

The next moment, there was an exclamation.

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

"Haha! Keep banging! Blasted this turtle shell for me!"

The Divine Curse Boy laughed loudly.

"We also worship ancestors!"

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

He can't wait, he wants to break through the big array as soon as possible, use the power of the ancestors, kill that kid, regain their Night Clan's ancestor armor, and avenge Jiuxuan!

With a wave of his hand, a black ancient tripod flew out.

The elders of the Night Clan swept over, poured the immortal yuan into it, and urged it to move.

"We also sacrifice!"

At this time, the other tribes could not sit still.

This time, in order to be able to kill that kid, the ancestral weapons of all clans must be used, and only with the power of the ancestral weapons, they can kill that kid.

And after killing that kid, how to divide the spoils depends on the efforts of each tribe, so they can't lag behind.

Even if they can't kill that kid in the end, there is still a door to creation, and the treasures inside are enough for their clans.

Soon, a shocking blood light rushed out in the ancient cities of all ethnic groups, and blood-colored figures appeared one after another.

These are the incarnations of the blood condensation of the ancestors of all races, and each one has the strength of the Eight Tribulations.

There are more than fifty clans, and there are more than fifty such avatars, they raise their hands, press towards the mountains below, or point a finger, and there are giant palms, and the giant fingers manifest out and bombard the light curtain.

Boom Boom!

There was a constant explosion of brilliant divine light.

The curtain of light trembled.

At this moment, it is equivalent to more than fifty Eight Tribulations, bombarding the Great Array together.

In less than half a day, the light curtain was significantly dimmed.

Seeing this, the cultivators of all clans were a little happy, they worked harder to urge the ancestral weapons, and those ordinary clansmen were also constantly bombarding, and the Honghuang clan was also surrounding the mountain range, constantly bombarding.

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

"This break won't last long!"

"Quick! Blasted it!"

The cultivators of all races seemed to have been beaten with chicken blood, and they became more and more excited.

They took turns to fight by various means, and after another three days, finally, the light curtain could no longer hold on, and was slapped by a blood-colored giant palm, and with a bang, it broke in response.