Chapter 911 Life Binding

Tai Long secretly vowed to kill Fang Yue at any cost, even if it means the death of nine powerful leaders at the leader level!

"Oath! Binding!"

A clear voice came from the distance.

The owner of the voice was a young boy with an immature face. His expression was serious, and he gently held up a purple ball of light with both hands.

Under this ball of light, Fang Yue's body became stiff!

He seemed to be entangled by countless venomous snakes, which not only prevented him from moving, but the invisible restraints were also sucking the life force from his body all the time.

If it weren't for the extremely vast and surging life force in Fang Yue's body, this restraint might have been enough to flay Fang Yue alive and kill him.

"What kind of method is this!"

Although Fang Yue's little devil's clone was restrained, he was not panicked yet.

He asked Tai Lung calmly.

Tai Long laughed wildly and said: "Life binding, the curse of oath! This is the most proficient method of the curse family. The curse family has disappeared from the world for thousands of years. We only found their inheritance a thousand years ago. , take their descendants under your command! This was originally our trump card to deal with the Temple of Gods and Demons and the Expeditionary Force. Unexpectedly, it was cast on you in advance! This spell cannot be solved, even if it is a saint in a short time. It’s hard to understand the mystery! Fang Yue’s ability to die under our spell should be considered a kind of pride for him!”

Talon is extremely confident in spells.

Fang Yue indeed felt the thorniness and weirdness of this spell.

His body was restrained and he couldn't even move his little finger.

The power of restraint was like a greedy poisonous snake, constantly sucking out the essence of life within him.

If such a method is used against other people, even those who are powerful at the leader level, I am afraid it will be effective immediately.

But the problem is, this spell met Fang Yue, and the two were in confrontation for a while, and neither one could do anything to the other.

Curse is a very ancient inheritance. It once shone brightly in the history of all worlds. However, one hundred thousand years ago, with the great rise of martial arts, witchcraft and curses gradually declined.

Among them, the witch sect can still survive. Although it cannot enter the mainstream, its inheritance has not been cut off. However, the spell has completely become a wave in the long river of history, completely disappeared and completely disappeared.

Fang Yue did not expect that the organizer of the Beidou Battle could actually unearth a successor of the spell from the dust of history.

"Spells and martial arts are actually the same in essence. They are all expressions of the laws of heaven and earth. You must be able to understand the laws of heaven and earth, and all methods can be unified. All means and forms are not important!"

King Jinwu spoke, causing Fang Yue to wake up immediately. All methods returned to the sect, and all methods were just appearances.

This spell wraps around the body and absorbs life. It seems to be the same as the life vine in the life spell. The only thing that is more advanced than the life vine is that this spell is intangible and invisible.

However, if we continue this line of thinking.

The nemesis of Lifevine should also be able to target spells.

"Death and withering!"

Fang Yue chanted, and a layer of faint gray death air filled the surface of his body. The invisible spell's ability to absorb Fang Yue's life force was greatly weakened, and soon, the feeling of entanglement on his body completely disappeared. Got it!

"A spell? It's nothing more than that!"

Fang Yue got out of the trap and glanced at Tai Long from the corner of his eyes.

I saw that Tai Long's face was ashen, as if he were an iron plate.

This was their carefully prepared trump card, used to determine the fate of the cauldron at the critical moment. Unexpectedly, this method was used in advance, but it failed to achieve the expected results. Even Fang Yue, a small cultivator in the heaven and earth realm, could not help it!

The young man in white screamed and spat out a mouthful of blood.

The spell is more powerful than ordinary spells, but the cost of its execution is also higher. In addition to the inherent vitality, it also requires a large amount of life energy. If the spell is cracked, they will still suffer serious backlash damage. .

It was not without reason that spells were submerged in the long river of history. The more powerful the spell master, the faster he died. This is a typical method that harms others but does not benefit oneself.

"Useless trash, even a mere monk in the realm of heaven and earth can't handle it. No wonder your clan has completely disappeared in the long river of history!"

Next to the boy in white, a middle-aged man on the first level of the Yin-Yang Realm was furious.

He was the manager of the line of curse inheritance, and he scolded the young man in white to vent his emotions.

"All spellcasters are useless. You should sink completely in the long river of history and never be able to stand up again!"

The more the man spoke, the more he went overboard, and there was even a hint of excitement in his voice.

His spit flew across the sky and landed on the face of the white-clothed conjurer.

The boy in white clothes slowly raised his head, his eyes were scarlet, and a white palm pinched the man's neck.

The palm of the boy in white changed and turned into a ghost claw. The sharp nails had sharp edges, like long knives. The deep blue color was quenched with strong poison!

The man immediately became speechless and looked at the boy in white with horror on his face. He did not expect that the boy in white, who was usually as docile as a sheep, would actually resist and take action at this time.

"you dare!"

Tyrone turned around.

He didn't expect that there would be a fire in the backyard at this time.

The boy in white didn't say anything, and there was a crisp click sound in response.

The neck was broken and twisted into a strange arc.

"A scholar can be killed, but not humiliated. Our lineage of sorcerers will never be cut off in the long river of history!"

The voice of the young man in white was like the roar of a wild beast.

Fang Yue stared at the hand of the young man in white that had turned into a ghost claw, and couldn't help but shudder.

The ghost claw of the netherworld!

This is the complete form, which is completely condensed from flesh and blood, shuttling through yin and yang, and condensing death.

All the evolution of secret arts is just a form in name only.

The spell is indeed mysterious, and even this kind of means can be condensed.

"Kill them! Kill all these disobedient slaves!"

Tyrone's ferocity was revealed. He was frustrated one after another, and he could no longer control the surging anger in his heart!

On the side of the young man in white, two guards in the Yin and Yang realm attacked him at the same time.

However, the young man's eyes were clear, without joy or sorrow. The ghost claw stretched out, and the necks of the two people seemed to be pushed in front of the ghost claw and were broken by him.

Crack, crack!

Two more cold corpses!

The young man in white looked like a ghost from the underworld, and the means he used were strange and terrifying!

"Tyrone, my lineage of sorcerers only maintains a cooperative relationship with the organizers of your Beidou Contest. It doesn't matter who is the master and who is the subordinate. We are not your slaves. I didn't expect that you think of my lineage of sorcerers in this way! In this case, we will sever our relationship with the organizers of your Beidou Contest!"

In the crowd of Beidou Contest, an old man with white hair and beard walked out slowly. He had white hair and a youthful face, and his eyes showed a look of loss that he couldn't help.

How prosperous and prosperous their lineage of sorcerers were in the past, but now they are declining and are treated as slaves. He really can't continue to cooperate with the organizers of the Beidou Contest!

This old man is one of the elders of the sorcerer clan. He is at the level of a saint, and his strength is not weaker than Tyrone.

"Elder Yinyue, why are you here?"

Tyrone was stunned. In his impression, there seemed to be no elder-level figures among the people who went on this expedition.

If he had known that Elder Yinyue was in the team, he would never say such words.

Among the organizers of the Beidou Battle, the spellcasters are already a significant force. Apart from the three great saint-level masters, there are more than 30 masters at the saint level.

This elder Yinyue is one of them.

If one's cultivation can reach the level of Elder Yinyue, no matter which force he joins, he will be welcomed.

"If I hadn't come, would I have been able to see your ugly faces clearly? Before, the impression you left on our lineage of spellcasters was always gentle and righteous, but now it seems that you are all a group of arrogant, selfish villains. For the so-called glory and face, you even sacrificed your carefully cultivated genius disciples at will!"

Elder Yinyue was extremely disappointed with Tyrone.

He didn't expect that the organizers of the Beidou Contest, in which he had placed infinite trust, were actually composed of such a group of shameless villains.

They were so crazy that they were almost unscrupulous.

If the future of their lineage of sorcerers was handed over to these villains, he was really worried about the fate of sorcerers in the future.

Tailong wanted to defend himself, but before he could say anything.

The Eight-Armed Saint had already clapped his hands.

"If Elder Yinyue doesn't mind, my God and Demon Temple is willing to provide you with a place of shelter! My God and Demon Temple is the true guardian of this universe, and will never treat sorcerers as slaves. You will all be friends of our God and Demon Temple in the future!"

The Eight-Armed Saint has already started to recruit people.

This made Tailong's face pale, this was a face-off to him in person!

Fang Yue's little devil clone laughed loudly: "Excellent, indeed excellent, those who do evil will eventually perish, I didn't expect to see the internal strife among the organizers of the Beidou Contest and the fire in the backyard."

Tyrone was furious, he knew that if the sorcerer's lineage was not resolved well, they would rebel and leave the Beidou Contest lineage, which would make the organizers of the Beidou Contest completely and become the laughing stock of the world!

"Yin Yue, don't think that you can do whatever you want just because you are a saint. You think your sorcerer lineage is very strong, but in fact, in our eyes, you are just a bunch of trash! I will give you another chance to choose. Submit to my Beidou Fighting lineage and swear with your soul that you will be completely loyal to us in the future, otherwise, your bloodline will be cut off. If you don't obey, I will destroy the sorcerer lineage. To tell you the truth, you sorcerers have long been included in our slave training plan. There are chronic poisons in the meals of you sorcerers above the saint level. As long as we control the onset of the poison, you will become cold puppets, no matter you are saints or great saints, and you will no longer have your own will!"

Tyrone threw out the last trump card.

I didn't expect these sorcerers to be rebellious. I originally wanted to wait for a few more years for the toxins in these sorcerers to accumulate and stabilize before attacking them. Now it seems that this plan is to be advanced!

"You actually poisoned our meals. You really have such a vicious heart!"