MM Racing Chapter 533
Chapter 533
The battle between Yuhua City and the Xing Clan lasted for more than a month, but the outcome was still undecided.
A group of Xing Clan generals spoke to the Thousand Hands Lord:
"Lord, this Yuhua City is too tough. The entire Poison Fire Island is a super formation. We can't take it down by force."
"The low-level demons have consumed too much energy and can no longer organize a decent combat force. We can only rely on the men of the Xing Clan to take it down. I have already suffered more than 10,000 casualties."
"Lord, if we continue to fight, our men of the Xing Clan will suffer heavy casualties."
The Thousand Hands Lord frowned and looked at Gu Lou and Xing Qing.
Gu Lou also said that the strength of Yuhua City was beyond imagination, and it would cost too much to take it down.
Xing Qing held the snake-shaped strange blade, looked at everyone coldly, and said in his heart:
"Hmph, a bunch of trash."
Under Bai Yu's special arrangement, Xing Qing captured the first inner city and made great contributions.
At this moment, he was more and more convinced that he was the son of destiny and was ashamed to be with this group of rubbish.
After all, geniuses are always lonely.
"Great Lord, give me two million soldiers of the Xing Clan, I can take down all the inner cities, and with another two million, I can break through the main city of Yuhua City."
The Thousand Hands Lord frowned slightly.
According to this way of fighting, even if Yuhua City can be conquered, the Xing Clan will be seriously injured.
How can they compete with other star races at that time?
At this time, Mo Xuan, who was watching the show on the side, said again:
"It seems that Yuhua City is more powerful than imagined, Great Lord Qianshou, I think it's better to withdraw the troops. If you can't beat it, don't fight it."
The Thousand Hands Lord had some intention of retreating, but now he suddenly got angry.
Never let the young master of the Mo Lin Clan look down on you!
He laughed loudly:
"Fellow Daoist Mo, you are joking. In my eyes, a mere Yuhua City is nothing but a piece of shit."
"Come on, set up the altar. I want to curse Bai Yu myself."
Catch the thief first. As long as Bai Yu can be cursed, Yuhua City will naturally collapse.
Now that the progress on the battlefield is not good, he will kill Bai Yu by force even if his body with curse pupils is damaged.
Mo Xuan smiled slightly after hearing this:
"I have heard that Lord Qianshou is proficient in curses. Today I want to open my eyes."
But she secretly said in her heart:
"Lord Bai, you can't die."
Lord Qianshou was full of pride:
"I will make sure that Fellow Daoist Mo will enjoy it."
"Come on, prepare the sacrifices and set up the curse altar."
Half a day later, an altar was quickly built, with seven deep pits arranged underneath.
One was filled with blood, one was filled with human heads, and some were filled with broken limbs, living souls and other sacrifices.
I don’t know how many lives and flesh were sacrificed in these seven deep pits.
The Thousand Hands Lord put on the evil god mask, with his hair and tattoos, and stepped onto the altar.
"Take the token!"
On the spot, someone presented a jade sceptre.
This jade sceptre was given by Bai Yu to his subordinate city lord, and it was naturally stained with Bai Yu's breath.
I don't know where the Thousand Hands Lord got it from.
The spell is strange and difficult to defend, but if you want to cast a spell remotely, you have to have something to rely on.
To curse a specific opponent, at least you have to have the opponent's birth date, nails and hair, and one of the personal belongings to cast a spell.
The Thousand Hands Lord grabbed his hand above the jade sceptre, grabbed a ball of invisible air, and then sealed it into a scarecrow.
The scarecrow was painted with Bai Yu's image.
"Plague Mordo, Reed... System... Kuya..."
The Thousand-Handed Lord wore a mask and danced a strange dance, his whole body trembling, and he was muttering something, which was vaguely similar to the magic language.
In the deep pit below, the blood pool began to slowly descend, as if a mysterious existence had drunk it dry.
After a while, a black gas rose above the blood pool, forming a fanged monster, which pounced on the scarecrow representing Bai Yu and instantly sank into it.
"Secret Mantra*Plague!"
At the same time, in Yuhua City, Bai Yu suddenly opened his eyes.
He felt a palpitation in his heart for some reason, and heard a crisp sound of shattering.
Looking down, a white human-shaped jade pendant on the table in front of him turned black as ink and shattered into pieces.
The black fragments fell to the ground and corroded the floor tiles into a big pit.
"The divine jade talisman is broken, someone is attacking me!"
He jumped up, and then received the news from his clone through the Burial World Record.
The Thousand Hands Lord cast the spell himself.
Bai Yu touched his chin:
"The divine spell master's clone cast the spell himself, plus the power of many sacrifices, no wonder the divine jade talisman can't withstand it."
"Since the jade talisman can't withstand it, let's change to a harder one."
He flipped his palm and took out a divine target.
It was made with dazzling black gold a few days ago.
At the same time, the Thousand Hands Lord also sensed that the plague curse did not succeed.
The spell in his mouth changed, and he danced strangely again.
"Secret Mantra*Nine Flame Prison!"
This mantra is the supreme secret mantra of the Xing Clan, which can bring down nine kinds of calamity fires between heaven and earth and burn the opponent.
The person who is cursed is like falling into the hell of fire, suffering from all kinds of disasters and dying.
In the void, nine kinds of strange flames appeared out of thin air, exuding an extremely dangerous aura, rushing to the scarecrow representing Bai Yu, burning fiercely.
At this time, Bai Yu also felt it in his heart, and changed his body with the target.
The stick of the seventy-two earthly evils!
In an instant, nine kinds of flames of various colors burned around the target, trying to burn it.
Unfortunately, the dazzling black gold is famous for being heavy, hard, and extremely difficult to refine.
Nine Flame Prison is naturally an extremely powerful spell, burning the dazzling black gold red, but still can't do anything to him.
The Thousand Hands Lord felt it in his heart and shouted:
"Double the sacrifice, I don't believe that he can't be refined to death! "
Gulou and others hurriedly added double tribute to the deep pit.
The Thousand Hands Lord urged the Nine Flame Prison to become more and more fierce, and the temperature rose suddenly.
Finally, the target made of dazzling black gold showed a tendency to melt.
Bai Yu was shocked when he saw this.
Then he took out the furnace hammer and started to forge iron with the power of the Nine Flame Prison.
"I have always wanted to refine a weapon, but I am worried that I can't refine the dazzling black gold. Someone sent me a pillow when I was sleepy. Thank you. "
Amid the clanging sound of hammering, a long sword began to take shape.
The sword is five feet and three inches long and weighs nine million nine hundred and ninety thousand pounds. The word "virtue" is engraved on the hilt.
The sword of benevolence is paired with the previously refined blade of truth. One sword and one sword are perfect.
Bai Yu always acts by persuading people with reason and convincing them with virtue.
If truth and benevolence cannot move the enemy, he also knows a little bit of boxing.
On the other side, the Thousand Hands Lord cast a spell for a long time, and the more he casts, the more he feels something is wrong.
On the opposite side Even if it was made of iron, it should have been melted by the Nine Flame Prison.
However, the scarecrow was not burned, but twisted into various shapes, sometimes like an S, sometimes like a B.
The seven deep pits were almost used up, but the scarecrow was still fine.
How could he know that although Bai Yu was not made of iron, he was a blacksmith, and was using the power of the Nine Flame Prison to train his weapons.
At this time, Mo Xuan asked with expectation:
"Lord Qianshou, what happened? Has Bai Yu been cursed to death?"
Lord Qianshou smiled awkwardly:
"Not yet, maybe that kid has some secret method to avoid it."
Mo Xuan frowned:
"Will the curse of the Xing clan work?"