Chapter 536 Curse Him, You Must Curse Him!

The life-killing curse, whose full name is the Nine Yins and Ten Evils, is the most powerful curse among the forbidden curses.

This spell can directly shorten the target's lifespan, which is extremely dangerous.

However, there are many restrictions. For example, the cultivation level must be higher than the target, and the requirements for sacrifices are extremely strict.

Most importantly, the person who cast the spell must pay an equal amount of life.

However, after generations of genius spell masters have improved it, through multiple people assisting in casting spells, adding flesh and blood sacrifice formations, etc., it is possible to let others replace part of the life span.

But the person who casts the spell has to pay at least half of his life.

In other words, half a year's lifespan is shortened, and one year is shaved off the target lifespan.

The Thousand-Armed Lord originally didn't want to use this spell, and no one would object to having a long lifespan.

But now that he was at a critical juncture, he was ready to take action.

"For the future of the Xing Clan, it is inevitable that this cursed pupil body will shorten its lifespan. It is a pity that it will be cheaper than the other cursed bodies."

The cursed pupil clones of Lord Thousand Hands are equivalent to each other as independent living entities. Reducing the life span will not affect other clones.

Only then did he make a decision and commanded:

"Choose eighteen great spell masters, who will take turns to serve as auxiliary spell masters. Each department will draw a hundred thousand warriors with strong energy and blood to set up a deadly formation."

When the other great spell masters of the Xing clan heard this, their expressions changed drastically.

The auxiliary spell master needs to be on hand to cast the spell, which will also shorten the life span.

Although there are twelve people taking turns as substitutes, God knows how much life Bai Yu has left on the opposite side.

Everyone bowed their heads and remained silent, not daring to look at the Thousand-Armed Lord.

Only one person stepped forward, and it was Xing Qing.

At this time, his soul has been completely parasitized by Bai Yu.

He shouted "righteously":

"A bunch of eggless cowards, for the sake of the Punishing Clan, how long will they wait if they don't take action now?"

"Your Majesty, I will be the first to do this, and I will be your deputy!"

After that, he stepped onto the altar with a heroic gesture of sacrificing his life for righteousness.

The persona he maintained before was that of an awakened genius.

Geniuses are always lonely, so he looks down on no one. He is only loyal to the Thousand-Hand Lord and is only moved by the justice of the Xing Clan.

Even if he is the four great sage kings of the Xing clan, he is still inferior.

The superior likes solitary ministers the most, because if they don't form cliques, everyone will be offended, and they can only rely on the favor of the superior.

The Thousand-Hand Lord also favored Xing Qing more and more.

Seeing Xing Qing step forward at this time, he nodded with satisfaction and said:

"Xing Qing and Gu Lou are famous generals of our clan with outstanding military exploits. It is up to you two to direct matters on the battlefield. Do not move lightly."

"Xing Mu, Xing You, you select twelve great spell masters from your subordinates to assist me in casting spells."

Xingmu and Xingyou, respectively the left and right kings of punishment, are the two strongest forces under the Thousand Hands King.

They felt a chill in their hearts, knowing that the great king was already dissatisfied with them, and they hurriedly started to select the great spell master who would accompany the spell and the sacrifice.

On the other side, Mo Xuan was shocked.

The death curse, once you hear it, you know that the Thousand Hands King is serious about it.

If she really wanted to curse Bai Yu to death, then her kindness would be a disservice.

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 take the initiative and beat them to death under the defense of Yuhua City is definitely a great achievement.

Finally, one can also use the punishment clan's failure to use the Zongheng technique to encourage several demon clans to break away.

It's a pity that the idea is very good, but the only fatal weakness is that Yuhua City has to hold on and nothing can happen to Bai Yu.

If Bai Yu is really cursed to death, it will be self-defeating.

She was anxious in her heart, but she said calmly:

"The life-killing curse. The Thousand-Hand Lord used his body as a divine curse master to exchange his life for a small fairy city lord. It's not worth it."

"In my opinion, let's forget it."

The Thousand-Hand Lord thought that Mo Xuan was insinuating that the Xing Clan was not good at spells, so he immediately said:

"It's just a body with a cursed pupil. If you change your life, you can change your life. I can afford it."

"Forgive me that Bai Yu is only in the middle stage of Nascent Soul, how can he compare with me who has infinite lifespan?"

"Xing Qing" was also filled with indignation and shouted:

"We, the curse masters of the Xing Clan, are all good men. How can we be afraid of Bai Yu?"

"If Bai Yu can't be killed by the curse, where will the majesty of our Xing Clan be at stake?"

"I am beating the drum to support the great lord. I must let those bastard monks know the power of my punishment clan's spells."

He personally beat the war drum to boost morale in the field.

Lord Thousand Hands glanced at Xing Qing appreciatively.

The other great curse masters all have selfish motives, but Xing Qing is the only one who regards the future of the Xing clan as more important than his life.

This is the mainstay of the Xing clan.

Not long after, all the conditions for casting the spell were ready.

The Thousand-Armed Lord stepped onto the altar again and began to dance and recite mantras.

At the four corners of the altar, four great spell masters each held long banners and recited mysterious and strange spells in unison.

Under the altar, one hundred thousand powerful Xing Clan curse masters formed a strange symbol and shouted in unison.

The Thousand-Armed Lord did not hesitate any longer and recited the incantation:

"Wei smacks his life... Hu Yi lu wu..."

"Nine Yins and Ten Evils, the Great Curse that Determines the Soul and Takes Life!"

Suddenly, the 100,000 Xing clan warriors in the audience began to lose weight rapidly, visible to the naked eye, and their hair began to turn gray.

The Shou Yuan of the Thousand-Hand Lord and the four accompanying spell masters were also burning rapidly.

In Yuhua City, Bai Yu sensed a strange and irresistible force descending on him, draining his vitality.

A dot 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 and melon seeds and began to watch the show leisurely.

Want to exchange your life with him?

Exchange, just exchange!

Time passed by.

After an incense stick of time, the central army of the Xing clan.

One hundred thousand soldiers have become skinny, and the great spell master on the altar has been rotated three times, and everyone has 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 life for more than 500 years, and Bai Yu is only in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, and his life span should have been exhausted."

"Why is this spell-casting straw man 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."

Hearing this, the Thousand Hands Lord was also a little moved 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, and still couldn't curse a Yuanying cultivator to death. Do you think my Xing clan is just for free?"

"Curse him, you 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 it, 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 live in secret."

"Curse him, and curse him to death!"

On the altar, Lord Qianshou gritted his teeth and pushed the fatal curse to its maximum effect.

This means that the fight will not stop until death!