MM Racing Chapter 512
Chapter 512
Star Realm, outside Zhenxing City.
Bai Yu's Heavenly Corpse incarnation, with tens of thousands of cultivators, was fighting with a group of 10,000 people from the Xing Clan.
He spit out a corpse bead, rolled up a hundred-foot corpse gas poison cloud, and fought with a young great curse master.
The great curse master held a bone knife in his hand, and every time he chopped it down, there would be waves of ghosts whistling, resisting the invasion of the corpse bead and corpse gas.
The two sides fought until the sky was dark, and neither could do anything to the other.
On the ground, tens of thousands of immortal cultivators formed a battle formation and attacked the curse masters of the Xing Clan from a distance.
One side used spells such as fireballs and wind blades, and the other side used various spells and lights.
Whether in the sky or on the ground, the battle was fierce and the momentum was huge.
There were more than a dozen battlefields like this around Zhenxing City.
Of course, this was just a superficial appearance deliberately maintained by the Heavenly Corpse incarnation.
He deliberately kept his strength at about 30%, just on par with the opponent.
In this way, it will not attract the attention of the real strong on the battlefield.
He glanced at the sky and thought to himself:
"It's almost time, the tide of spell power will decline, and the curser of the Xing clan should retreat."
Sure enough, in less than an incense stick of time, the curser of the opposite Xing clan retreated like a tide.
The young curser who fought with Bai Yu shouted:
"What a hearty battle!"
"Big guy, next time the curse power reincarnation, dare to fight me again?"
The incarnation of the sky corpse also showed a sympathetic expression:
"Your Excellency is a respectable opponent, next time we will fight again!"
After that, he also led his monks to retreat to Zhenxing City.
These monks did not have much emotional fluctuations on their faces, and their morale was very low.
This kind of life has lasted for five years, and anyone would be numb.
In these five years, the immortal city lords of the Xingluo Islands and the alien races of the star realm have fought for years, and each has suffered heavy casualties.
In general, the eight tribes of the star realm had the upper hand, forcing many immortal city lords to relocate.
Often, seven or eight immortal city lords migrated together, formed an alliance and occupied three or four large islands, and could barely fight the enemy.
For example, the other five immortal city lords of the Leiyang Sect, plus a few city lords of independent cultivators, formed a Nine Thunder Alliance.
The eastern part of the Xingluo Islands was relatively peaceful, with the protection of Zhenxing City, so Yuhua City did not directly relocate to join the Nine Thunder Alliance.
Zhenxing City had been fighting for years, and the three outer defense lines had been broken.
The twenty or so new immortal city lords, plus some reinforcements, such as Bai Yu's Tianshi incarnation, used Zhenxing City as their base to resist the attacks of the Xing Clan.
In the past five years, the 100,000 zombie Taoist soldiers under the Tianshi incarnation have been consumed to just over 10,000.
After the first few battles, both sides suffered heavy casualties.
After that, the Xing Clan and Zhenxing City played a tacit understanding.
Every seven days, both sides sent people to fight outside Zhenxing City with a 10,000-man army.
Most of the time, they relied on the protection of the army formation and threw spells and incantations at each other from a distance.
It seemed that the battle was very loud, but in fact, the casualties were not great.
However, such day-to-day battles made the monks in the city feel endless bored.
The incarnation of the Heavenly Corpse led the army back to the foot of Zhenxing City, took out a flute, and played a song of the frontier.
The faces of those monks who had been numb from fighting finally showed some emotion.
The whole camp was silent, and a group of soldiers looked in the direction of Xuanhuang Realm and listened to the song quietly.
Unconsciously, crystal tears ran across their faces.
The north wind blew all over the mountains and rivers, and all the soldiers missed their hometowns overnight.
After the song was played, Bai Yu began to send off the funeral as usual.
[Successfully sent off the Qi Refining Monk Li Yong to the funeral, and received rewards: Golden Spirit Root +1, Life Experience +220.]
[Optional rewards: None! ]
As Bai Yu's cultivation level improved and the number of funeral attendees increased, the funeral rewards for low-level cultivators became less and less.
Later, he was even given only 1 spiritual root, and there was no optional reward at all.
Bai Yu was not discouraged and continued to perform funerals tirelessly.
No matter how small a sparrow is, it is still meat.
[Successfully performed funeral for the foundation-building cultivator Ma Sanlang, and received rewards: Thunder Spiritual Root +5, Life Experience +59,000.]
[Optional rewards: Sword Control, Aphrodisiac Lie Nu Yin Formula, Purple Thunder Art, Fire Thunder Three Palms! ]
[Funeral participation rate 50%, family satisfaction 66%, and an additional reward can be selected. ]
His expression moved slightly, and this time he had a little unexpected gain.
[Fire Thunder Three Palms, top-grade earth level, has the power of thunder and fire when it is out, and has a 57% compatibility with Prajna Demon Heart Palm. ]
Without saying a word, he directly chose Fire Thunder Three Palms and merged them.
Although the quality of the main palm technique could not be improved, as long as it is accumulated bit by bit, it will be able to break through again sooner or later.
As for the second reward, there is no choice, Bai Yu casually chose the formula of the fierce woman's chant.
When the funeral was over, it was alreadyIt was already midnight, and the Heavenly Corpse Avatar began to meditate and rest.
After five years of funerals, Bai Yu's cultivation had reached the late Nascent Soul stage (42%).
This speed was much faster than expected, mainly due to the rewards from the years of war.
"I hope that such days can continue for another ten years. When I reach the peak of the Nascent Soul stage, I can find a way to impact the God Transformation stage."
The Heavenly Corpse Avatar meditated and thought.
At this moment, a noisy shout came from outside.
"Oh my God, look what that is?"
"That monster is coming towards Zhenxing City!"
"Flying Thunder Cannon, fire, fire quickly!"
...
The whole Zhenxing City was boiling.
The Heavenly Corpse Avatar 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 spellcasters from 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 Hands Statue, without even a scratch!
"What is this? A Divine Spellcaster! Equivalent to the top powerhouse of the God Transformation Stage!!!"
Bai Yu was horrified and shot towards the back without hesitation.
The Thousand Hands Statue made a thunderous sound:
"Blood Sacrifice!"
Below, the spellcasters from the Xing Clan heard the order, killed the beasts on the spot, and chanted something.
Blood clouds flew up, dyeing the Thousand Hands Statue red.
"Secret Mantra*Starfall!"
The Thousand Hands Statue had a thousand eyes in its palm, and at the same time, it shot out blood-colored light, gathering above Zhenxing City.
The space there was distorted, and a huge meteorite appeared! ! !
This meteorite covered a quarter of Zhenxing City!
It rumbled down with unparalleled power, rubbing against the air and igniting a blazing flame!
In an instant, it seemed as if the sky was collapsing!
"Boom——"
A thunderous sound was heard.
The meteorite instantly broke through the protective magic array of Zhenxing City, and the spiritual materials piled up in Zhenxing City, which collapsed halfway. It was unknown how many monks inside were killed or injured.
The sound waves were like waves, and the flames shot up into the sky, as if the end of the world had come.
With one spell, a towering fairy city was destroyed!
This is the combat power of the magic master!
In the army of the Xing clan, there was a thunderous shout of killing:
"Zhenxing City has been broken, kill them all!!!"