manynovel Chapter 536
Chapter 536
The Death Curse, full name Nine Yin Ten Evils Soul-Fixing Life-Taking Curse, is a forbidden curse among forbidden curses.
This curse can directly reduce the target's life span, which is extremely dangerous.
However, there are also many restrictions, such as the cultivation level must be higher than the target, and the requirements for sacrifices are extremely strict.
The most important thing is that the person who casts the curse must pay the same life span.
However, after generations of improvements by genius curse masters, through the assistance of multiple people in casting the curse, adding blood and flesh sacrifice formations, etc., it is possible to let others replace part of the life span.
But the person who casts the curse must at least pay half of his life span.
That is, the life span is reduced by half a year, and the target's life span is reduced by one year.
The Thousand Hands Lord originally did not want to use this curse, and no one would dislike a longer life span.
But now that it has come to a critical moment, he has already put the arrow on the string and has to shoot it.
"For the future of the Xing Clan, it is unavoidable that this Curse Eye's body has its lifespan shortened. Unfortunately, it benefits the other Curse Eyes."
The Thousand Hands Lord's Curse Eye clones are equivalent to independent life forms, and the shortened lifespan will not affect the other clones.
He made a decision and ordered:
"Choose eighteen great curse masters to take turns to serve as auxiliary curse masters. Each department will select 100,000 warriors with strong blood and qi to set up a deadly formation."
The other great curse masters of the Xing Clan all changed their faces when they heard this.
The auxiliary curse masters need to assist in casting curses, which will also shorten their lifespan.
Although there are twelve people taking turns to substitute, God knows how much life Bai Yu on the opposite side has left.
Everyone bowed their heads in silence, not daring to look at the Thousand Hands Lord.
Only one person stepped forward, and that was Xing Qing.
At this time, his soul had been completely parasitized by Bai Yu.
He shouted "righteously":
"A bunch of cowards without balls, for the sake of the Xing clan, if not now, when will you take action?"
"My Lord, I will be the first to do this, I will be your deputy!"
After that, he stepped onto the altar with a heroic attitude of sacrificing his life for justice.
The persona he maintained before was that of an awakened genius.
Geniuses are always lonely, so he looks down on everyone, is only loyal to Lord Qianshou, and is only moved by the justice of the Xing clan.
Even the four wise kings of the Xing clan, he still doesn't care.
The superior likes lonely ministers the most, because if they don't form cliques, they will offend everyone and can only rely on the favor of the superior.
Lord Qianshou also favors and values Xing Qing more and more.
Seeing Xing Qing step forward, he nodded with satisfaction and said:
"Xing Qing and Gu Lou are famous generals of our clan, with outstanding military exploits. You two have to command the battlefield affairs, and you must not act rashly."
"Xing Mu, Xing You, you select twelve great curse masters from your command to assist me in casting the curse."
Xing Mu and Xing You are the left and right Xing Kings, respectively, and are the two strongest forces under the Thousand Hands Lord.
They were startled, knowing that the Lord was dissatisfied with them, and hurriedly began to select the great curse masters and sacrifices to accompany the curse.
On the other side, Mo Xuan was shocked.
The deadly curse, as soon as he heard it, he knew that the Thousand Hands Lord was serious.
If he really wanted to curse Bai Yu to death, then she would be doing more harm than good.
Her original plan was to encourage the Xing clan to take the initiative to attack.
As the saying goes, if you defend for a long time, you will lose. Yuhua City has been passively defending, and the enemy's strength is constantly increasing. Sooner or later, there will be problems.
Being able to lure the Xing Clan to attack proactively and get them bruised and bloodied under the defense of Yuhua City is definitely a great achievement.
Finally, he was able to use the failure of the Xing Clan to perform the art of vertical and horizontal operations and encourage several demon tribes to break away.
Unfortunately, the idea was very good, but the only fatal weakness was that Yuhua City had to hold on and Bai Yu couldn't get into trouble.
If Bai Yu was really cursed to death, it would be counterproductive.
She was anxious, but said calmly:
"Death Curse, it is not worth it for Lord Qianshou to exchange his body as a divine spellcaster for the life of a small Immortal City Lord."
"In my opinion, forget it."
Lord Qianshou thought that Mo Xuan was hinting at the ineffective spellcasting of the Xing Clan, and immediately said:
"It's just a body with a curse pupil. I can afford to exchange his life for it."
"I think Bai Yu is only in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, how can he compare to my infinite lifespan?"
"Xing Qing" was also filled with righteous indignation, shouting:
"All the spellcasters of my Xing Clan are great men, how could they be afraid of Bai Yu?"
"If Bai Yu cannot be killed by the spellcasting, where will the dignity of my Xing Clan be?"
"I will beat the drum to cheer for the Lord, and I must let those scum monks know the power of my Xing Clan's spellcasting."
He really beat the war drum himself to boost morale in the field.
The Thousand Hands Lord looked at Xing Qing with admiration.
Other great sorcerers were all selfish, but Xing Qing was the only one who valued the future of the Xing Clan more than his own life.
This was the backbone of the Xing Clan.
Soon, all the conditions for casting the spell were ready.
The Thousand Hands Lord set out again.The altar began to dance and chant.
At the four corners of the altar, four great spell masters each held a long banner and chanted mysterious and strange spells.
Below the altar, 100,000 strong spell masters of the Xing clan formed a strange symbol and shouted in unison.
The Thousand Hands Lord did not hesitate any longer and chanted the spell:
"Wei Za Ming Da... Hu Yi Lu Wu..."
"Nine Yins and Ten Evils Soul-fixing Life-demanding Curse!"
Suddenly, the 100,000 Xing clan warriors under the stage lost weight quickly, and their hair began to turn gray.
The life spans of the Thousand Hands Lord and the four accompanying spell masters also burned rapidly.
In Yuhua City, Bai Yu sensed a strange and irresistible force descending on him, draining his vitality.
Dots of green light escaped from his body and dissipated into the void.
However, he was not panicked at all. Instead, he took out a bench, melon seeds and herbal tea and began to watch the show leisurely.
Want to exchange your life with him?
Exchange, go ahead!
Time passed by minute by minute.
After an incense stick of time, the Xing Clan's central army.
One hundred thousand soldiers had become skinny, and the great spellcaster on the altar had been rotated three times, and all of them had lost a lot of vitality.
The face of the Thousand Hands Lord was a little pale, and there were a few more wrinkles on his face.
He was puzzled:
"I have shortened my lifespan by more than 500 years, and Bai Yu is only in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, so his lifespan should have run out."
"Why is this spellcaster still not burned?"
At this time, Mo Xuan saw this and said:
"Thousand Hands Lord, how effective is this spell?"
"If it doesn't work, forget it, take a rest for a while."
The Thousand Hands Lord was also a little moved when he heard this, and had some intention of retreating.
"Xing Qing" was furious when he heard this:
"Are you questioning the supreme secret spell of my Xing clan?"
"What a joke, the great king personally took action, cooperated with the twelve great spell masters, but still couldn't curse a Yuanying cultivator to death, do you think my Xing clan is just for free?"
"Curse him, we must curse him!"
The eyes of the crowd gathered on the Thousand Hands Army.
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, even if the Thousand Hands Great King wanted to retreat, he must not retreat.
He could only bite the bullet and shouted:
"Twelve accompanying spell masters, cast a spell with me!"
"I don't believe that this Baiyu curse is not dead."
He gritted his teeth and increased the speed of reducing life and exchanging life.
Soon, wrinkles appeared on his face one after another, but the scarecrow that cast the spell was still not damaged.
Mo Xuan advised again:
"Lord Qianshou, maybe there is something wrong with the fatal curse, why not stop it for now."
Xing Qing said angrily:
"Stop talking nonsense, my Xing clan's curses are unparalleled in the world, how could there be any problem!"
"If we can't curse a mere Nascent Soul cultivator to death, my Xing clan will become a laughing stock in both worlds."
"There are only brave men in the Xing clan who die standing up, and there are no cowards who try to survive."
"Curse him, and curse him to death!"
On the altar, Lord Qianshou gritted his teeth and activated the fatal curse to its maximum effect.
This means that the fight will not stop until death!