Chapter 537 The Battle Situation Is Reversed!

The Thousand Hands Lord couldn't finish the curse for a long time, and he couldn't stop because of the face of the Xing Clan.

He gritted his teeth, and a vertical eye on his forehead exploded, turning into a black light that shot into the scarecrow who cast the curse.

"Full spell, death curse!"

Once a spell caster uses a spell to the point of death curse.

This means that today, only one of the caster and the target can survive.

He snorted in his heart, and at worst, he would risk it.

His curse pupil clone has a lifespan of more than 2,000 years. Could it be that he can't curse a mere Yuanying Xiancheng Lord to death?

Seeing this, others also thought that Bai Yu was dead.

"The Lord is serious. Bai Yu will definitely die!"

"Hehe, even a powerful god-transforming expert would not dare to bear such a deadly curse."

"This time, I must curse the power of my Xing clan!"

"Curse him, I must curse him!"

However, the next moment, the face of the Thousand Hands Lord turned pale, wrinkles appeared, and his whole body became chicken skin and gray hair, and only skin and bones were left on his body.

"This...Impossible!"

His eyes widened, and he fell straight to the ground, and he died!

The twelve great cursers who accompanied him in the curse also had old faces, and they could not stand steadily, and rolled down from the altar.

All the cursers in the field were dumbfounded and horrified.

The huge altar square became silent.

For a long time, exclamations came one after another.

"Fuck, what's going on? The Great Lord is dead!"

"This... this... this... am I dreaming? The Great Lord cast a curse and was actually exhausted to death!"

"Absolutely impossible! I must have seen it wrong!"

"Fuck, is Bai Yu a monster? Or did he use some incredible life-extending technique?"

No one could believe that a great spell master would die on the spell altar.

Even if it was just a spell pupil clone, it would be enough to crush all the late Nascent Soul cultivators.

What's more, Bai Yu was only a mid-Nascent Soul cultivator on the surface!

This matter was unreasonable no matter how you think about it, but it happened right in front of them.

The Great Spell Master was fine, but those warriors of the Xing Clan with slightly lower strength only felt that their faith collapsed.

Their faith, the invincible Thousand Hands Great Lord, was actually backfired by a mid-Nascent Soul cultivator.

Moreover, in order to cast this fatal spell, twelve great spell masters were sacrificed.

One hundred thousand warriors were also selected as sacrifices.

Although the Xing Clan has a tradition of devoting oneself to entertain the gods, it is a supreme honor to voluntarily sacrifice oneself as a sacrifice.

But the prerequisite is to win!

Now with twelve great spellcasters and 100,000 warriors who voluntarily sacrificed themselves, the result is that the person who cast the spell was backfired and died.

How can they accept this?

Suddenly, there was chaos in the field:

"The Great Lord is dead, the Great Lord is dead!"

"It's over, even the Great Lord was backfired by the spell and died!"

"Damn it, it's over now."

The Thousand Hands Great Lord fell so suddenly that everyone was caught off guard.

Except for one person - Gu Lou!

With rich combat experience, he immediately smelled the breath of danger.

The instinct of "Famous Star" made him alert:

"Not good, there is danger, retreat quickly!"

As soon as the voice fell, he turned into a beam of light and shot away.

And his headquarters legion also reacted very quickly and immediately followed the footsteps of his own coach.

The Left Xian Wang Xingmu just reacted and shouted angrily:

"This rubbish dared to flee in the face of the enemy, I must--"

But before he finished speaking, the sky suddenly changed color.

Nine huge fireballs rose slowly into the sky, like the scorching sun, as big as mountains.

Then, they rumbled down towards the Xing clan army.

Super Lihuo formation, full fire!

"Boom--"

"Boom--"

"Boom--"

Nine earth-shattering noises came in succession, as if the sky was collapsing, and the whole earth began to tremble.

Countless Xing clan sorcerers had no time to activate the protective formation and were directly blasted into ashes.

Then, one after another Lihuo pools rose, and the magma inside gushed out, turning into fire dragons, fire birds, etc., rushing in from all directions.

The entire periphery of the Poison Fire Island seemed to have turned into a sea of ​​fire!

And in Yuhua City, the Taoist soldiers who had been ready for a long time went out with a bang.

There were Taoist soldiers of the Fire Palace wearing red armor and stepping on fire beasts, and Taoist soldiers of the Hundred Poisons wearing colorful clothes and with ferocious faces.

In the vast mountains, there were also swarms of bees that covered the sky and the sun. They were the subordinates that Xiao Tongtong usually collected.

On the Xing clan side, they were first drawn as sacrifices, then the Great Lord died, Gu Lou led the escape, and then they were bombarded again.

Under the successive drastic changes, morale had already fallen to the bottom.

Countless Xing clan armies collapsed and fled desperately towards the outside of the island.

Xing Mu and others could not stop them, so they had to lead their own soldiers to suppress the defeated soldiers as much as possible, and they also retreated directly.

Only Xing Qing's eyes were red, and he shouted:

"Protect the remains of the Great Lord!"

He didn't care, grabbed the remains of the Thousand Hands Great Lord, and led his army to retreat.

At the same time, Bai Yu led his Taoist soldiers to charge everywhere and chase the dead to the north.

With such a godsend opportunity, the Xing Clan must be severely damaged.

He led the Taoist soldiers to chase and kill the defeated soldiers of the Xing Clan, and cooperated with the Super Lihuo Formation to kill them all along the way.

"Since you are here, then you can all stay."

"Spiritual Fire Changes!"

He raised his hand and pointed, and countless fireballs appeared in front of him.

Those fireballs flashed in the air and turned into swords, spears, swords, halberds and other weapons, bombarding the defeated soldiers.

Instantly, thousands of soldiers of the Xing Clan were bleeding on the battlefield.

In the enemy's formation, a great curser of the Xing Clan was furious, waving his bone staff and summoning a white bone evil god to stop Bai Yu.

Bai Yu took out a white jade gourd:

"Please go wild, baby!"

A white rainbow shot out from the gourd, cutting through the sky.

When the white rainbow passes, the head falls!

Bai Yu smiled slightly and chased after the next great curser.

Not only him, but also Lu Beichen and others were chasing him relentlessly.

After being beaten for so long, today is finally the time to counterattack, and they can vent their anger.

Even Leng Mingqiu, who was still defending the periphery, took the opportunity to kill and kill the defeated soldiers everywhere.

This battle was so bloody that the sky was dark and the earth was dark, and the blood flowed like a river!

More than half of the three million Xing Clan troops were killed or injured, and more than a dozen great cursers were also killed. Even the Right Curse King, one of the four kings, died on the Poison Fire Island!

The Left Punishment King Xingmu looked around and saw that everyone was in a very bad state.

There was only one legion that was an exception.

Gulou led his legion and once again escaped unscathed, showing his style as a famous general!

The so-called famous generals are all compared.

Other legions suffered heavy casualties, and their bodies were torn and covered with wounds.

But Gulou's subordinates were all in a neat and orderly manner and had high morale.

He managed the army well and escaped unscathed in a great defeat, which was definitely the style of a famous general.

Another person who made contributions was Xing Qing.

He successfully saved the body of the great king, and his subordinates also preserved 80% of their combat power.

It happened that the Right Curse King died in battle and urgently needed someone to take over.

Xingmu thought about it again and again, and still chose Gulou.

Because Xing Qing never knew how to behave, and offended almost everyone.

So, Gulou was promoted again, and was promoted to the Right Curse King, one of the four kings!

Xing Qing didn't care about this at all.

He had only one request, to give the monarch a proper burial!