Chapter 512: Divine Spell Master, Lord of the Punishment Clan!

Star Boundary, outside Zhenxing City.

Bai Yu's incarnation of the Heavenly Corpse, along with tens of thousands of monks, was fighting with a group of tens of thousands of people from the Xing Clan.

He spit out a corpse bead, rolled up a poisonous cloud of corpse gas, and fought with a young great spell master.

The great curse master held a bone knife in his hand. Every time he slashed it, there would be waves of ghosts roaring to resist the invasion of corpse beads and corpse energy.

The two sides fought in darkness, and no one could do anything to the other.

On the ground, tens of thousands of immortal cultivators formed a battle formation and attacked each other with long-range spell masters from the Xing clan.

On one side are spells such as fireballs and wind blades, and on the other side are various spells and rays.

No matter in the sky or on the ground, the fight was fierce and the momentum was huge.

There are more than a dozen battlefields like this around Zhenxing City.

Of course, this is just an appearance deliberately maintained by the incarnation of the Heavenly Corpse.

He deliberately kept his strength at about 30%, just enough to be evenly matched with his opponent.

In this way, it will not attract the attention of the real strong men on the battlefield.

He glanced at the sky and said to himself:

"It's almost time. The tide of spell power is about to decline, and the Xing Clan's spell masters should retreat."

Sure enough, in less than a stick of incense, the Xing Clan curse master on the opposite side receded like the tide.

The young curse master who fought against Bai Yu shouted:

"What a hearty battle!"

"Big man, do you dare to fight me again in the next spell cycle?"

The incarnation of the Heavenly Corpse also showed an expression of sympathy:

"Your Excellency is a respectable opponent. Let's have a good fight next time!"

After that, he also led his monks and retreated to Zhenxing City.

There was not much emotion on the faces of these monks, and their morale was very low.

If this kind of life lasted for five years, anyone would become numb.

In the past five years, the immortal city lords of the Star Luo Archipelago have been fighting against the alien races in the Star Boundary for years, and each has suffered heavy casualties.

Overall, the eight star clans had the upper hand, forcing many immortal city lords to move to the city.

Often seven or eight fairy city lords move together and form an alliance to occupy three or four large islands, so that they can barely fight against the enemy.

For example, the other five Immortal City Lords of Leiyang Sect, plus a few casual cultivator City Lords, formed a Nine Thunder Alliance.

The eastern part of the Star Luo Islands is relatively peaceful and has the protection of Zhenxing City, so Yuhua City did not directly move to join the Nine Thunder Alliance.

Zhenxing City has been fighting for years, and the three outer lines of defense have been broken.

The twenty or so new Immortal City Lords, plus some reinforcements, such as Bai Yu's incarnation of the Heavenly Corpse, used Zhenxing City as their base to resist the Xing Clan's attack.

In the past five years, the 100,000 zombie Taoist soldiers under the incarnation of Tianzhi have been exhausted and only a little over 10,000 are left.

After the first few battles, both sides suffered heavy casualties.

After that, the Xing Clan and Zhenxing City formed a tacit understanding.

Every seven days, both sides sent people to fight with thousands of troops outside Zhenxing City.

Most of the time, they rely on the protection of the military formation and throw spells and spells at each other from a distance.

It looked like a huge fight, but in fact there were not many casualties.

But fighting like this day after day made the monks in the city endlessly tired.

The incarnation of the Sky Corpse led the army back to Zhenxing City, took out a flute, and quietly played a piece of music.

Those monks who had fought until they were numb finally showed some emotion on their faces.

The entire camp was silent. All the soldiers looked in the direction of Xuanhuang Realm and listened to the song quietly.

Unknowingly, crystal tears streaked down his face.

The north wind blows all over the Guanshan Mountains, and all the people are sent to their hometowns in one night.

After the song was played, Bai Yu followed the usual practice and began to mourn.

[Successfully buried Qi Refining cultivator Li Yong, and received rewards: Golden Spiritual Root +1, Life Experience +220.]

[Optional reward: None! 】

As Bai Yu's cultivation level improved and the number of mourners increased, the funeral rewards for low-level monks became less and less.

Later, only 1 point of spiritual root was given, and there were no optional rewards at all.

Bai Yu was not discouraged and continued to attend the funeral tirelessly.

No matter how small a sparrow is, it is still meat.

[Successfully bury Foundation-Building Monk Masaburo and receive rewards: Thunder Spirit Root +5, Life Experience +59,000.]

[Optional rewards: Sword Controlling Technique, Aphrodisiac Fierce Girl's Yin Formula, Zixiao Thunder Technique, and Three Palms of Fire and Thunder! 】

[The funeral participation rate is 50%, and the family satisfaction is 66%. You can choose an additional reward. 】

His expression moved slightly, and this time there was a little unexpected gain.

[Three Palms of Fire and Thunder, top-grade on the earth level, with the power of thunder and fire when the palm is released, the compatibility with the Prajna Demonic Heart Palm is 57%. 】

Without saying a word, he directly selected the three palms of fire and thunder and fused them.

Although it is not possible to improve the quality of majoring in palm skills, as long as you accumulate bit by bit, you will be able to break through again sooner or later.

As for the second reward, there was nothing left to choose from, so Bai Yu casually chose the Fierce Girl's Yin formula.

By the time the funeral was over, it was already midnight, and the incarnation of the Heavenly Corpse also began to meditate and rest.

After these five years of mourning, Bai Yu's body cultivation level has reached the late Nascent Soul stage (42%).

This speed is much faster than expected, mainly because of the rewards from successive battles.

"I hope that days like this can continue for another ten years. When I reach the peak of Nascent Soul, I can find a way to attack the gods."

The incarnation of the celestial corpse was meditating and thinking.

At this moment, there was a loud shouting outside.

"Oh my god, look what is that?"

"That monster is coming towards Zhenxing City!"

"Thunder cannon, fire, fire quickly!"

…

The entire Zhenxing City was boiling.

The incarnation of the Heavenly Corpse hurriedly escaped from the cave, but saw a thousand-handed statue outside the city, like a mountain, striding towards Zhenxing City.

Every step he took was earth-shaking, and even the space where the statue passed began to distort slightly.

Below the statue, countless curse masters of the Xing Clan gathered around.

On the Zhenxing City side, the protective array was fully activated, and the Flying Thunder God Cannon also began to roar.

However, the thunder balls hit the thousand-handed statue, and there was not even a trace of damage!

"What is this? A magician! Equivalent to the top powerhouse of the God Transformation Stage!!!"

Bai Yu was shocked and shot towards the back without hesitation.

The thousand-handed statue made a thunderous sound:

"Blood Sacrifice!"

Below, the curse masters of the Xing Clan heard the order and killed the beasts on the spot, chanting something.

Blood clouds flew up, dyeing the thousand-handed statue red.

"Secret Mantra*Starfall!"

The Thousand-Handed Statue has a thousand eyes in its palms, and at the same time, it shoots out blood-red light, gathering above Zhenxing City.

The space there was distorted, and a huge meteorite appeared! ! !

This meteorite covered a quarter of Zhenxing City!

With unparalleled power, it rumbled down, rubbed against the air, and ignited a raging flame!

In an instant, it seemed as if the sky collapsed!

"Boom--"

A shocking sound came.

This meteorite instantly broke through the city defense formation of Zhenxing City, and the spiritual materials piled up Zhenxing City, which collapsed half, and the number of monks inside was unknown.

The sound waves were like waves, and the flames shot up into the sky, as if the end of the world had come.

One secret mantra destroyed a towering fairy city!

This is the combat power of the magic spell master!

In the army of the Xing clan, there was a thunderous shout:

"Zhenxing City has been broken, kill them all!!!"