I guess no one could have imagined it.

Natsuki Sasahara, who thought he had ascended to heaven, suddenly appeared in front of this last level.

She squirmed, her eyes fixed on the Nishijo style, and then grinned—

"Xicheng, you've been fooled... It's already late! ”

Xicheng style does not speak.

Natsuki Sasahara stared at Nishijo-shiki, his resentful scarlet eyes full of pleasure:

"The blood feud between the Xicheng family and the Hetori family has finally been avenged. The matter of Yuyu Nisawa is nothing but a scam, and there is no means to solve the grievances of hundreds of people. What is hidden behind this is not the soul thoughts accumulated by the Hetori family, but the deepest seal that opens the resentment of Huangquan. ”

"As long as the seal is opened, resentment will pour out and instantly flood the Xicheng family."

Xicheng's eyes narrowed.

If it is according to Natsuki Sasahara, then behind her is the place where Huangquan's resentment gathers.

And he fell for it, and was deceived by the last soul left by Natsuki Sasahara.

But...

Is that really the case?

Natsuki Sasahara should have returned to heaven long ago.

The last part of Natsuki Sasahara's memories was only delivered through Sasahara Yuki's body, and then that small part of the soul died directly.

In other words, Natsuki Sasahara in Yellow Springs shouldn't have known about his trip to Yellow Springs... Then why did she have an expression that she had calculated everything a long time ago?

This is clearly not true.

So Xicheng tried to recall the memories in his head.

It's not just the memories of the White Mist Divine Son and Nishijo Chisa.

With the memories of Natsuki Sasahara and his trip to the Yellow Springs... It's all a little blurry already.

Could it be...

Nishigi-style is not such a foolish person, so naturally it is impossible to believe Natsuki Sasahara in front of him so simply.

So he simply asked, "Do you know who Yuki Sasahara is?" ”

Natsuki Sasahara's wraith didn't speak, just a twisted grin, as if he didn't bother to answer his question.

"Do you know who Koji Sasahara is?"

Xicheng continued to ask rhetorically.

Natsuki Sasahara's resentful spirit still didn't speak.

It just sensed something was wrong.

Because the West Side style did not show the color of depression as it thought.

Seeing Natsuki Sasahara's resentful spirit behaving like this, Nishijo-shiki's heart moved.

Sure enough, I guessed it right!

The resentful spirit in front of him must be some kind of high-level resentful spirit, with a certain amount of wisdom, it first devoured part of the Xicheng-style memories through those arms outside, and then made up a lie based on the Xicheng-style memories.

The resentment of Huangquan that it said was nothing more than a lie, and it did hide the soul thoughts that had been accumulated by the Hetori family for hundreds of years.

And the reason why the other party appeared here is for only one purpose.

Prevent yourself from using Yuyu Futasawa to release her soul thoughts.

Thinking of this, Xicheng Shi no longer hesitated, the dead qi under his hand began to gather, and the three-petal flower hidden under his eyes also slowly began to turn.

The resentful spirit in front of him must be of a very high level, otherwise it is impossible to possess wisdom.

So he can't afford to be sloppy.

Fight for it once and directly press the other party to death.

The wraith on the other side didn't quite understand what Xicheng was thinking, and it just wanted to speak, and then its mouth was stuffed into a hand axe in the next moment.

Boom!!!!

Poof!!

Fishy liquid splashes!

In just one moment, the Xicheng style that exploded in an instant split its head in half.

But—

"Sure enough, it still doesn't work?"

Xicheng shook his head.

Looking at the resentful spirit in front of him that did not fall, but was rapidly recovering.

Sure enough, the resentful spirits contaminated with the breath of the Yellow Springs... It's never enough to kill just once.

Before he could think about it, the whole person had already rushed forward and kicked down the resentful spirit who was about to stand up.

At the same time, the old knowledge in his hand condensed, gathered into a sledgehammer, and smashed it towards its head.

Until this time... The resentful spirit, who was baffled by the sudden attack of the West City, reacted and resisted.

It is a resentful spirit born in the depths of the Yellow Springs.

Able to suck on other people's memories, and due to the long period of growth, its way of thinking has become very close to that of the living.

This time it was suddenly put down, which made it feel inexplicably angry.

With all its might, it pounced on the West Side.

At this time, the Xicheng style judged the other party's level according to the resentment on its body-

The wraith of the Thirteen Spells.

It's just one level higher than the West Side style.

......

Beyond the Yellow Springs.

The Hundred Resentful Spirits Department gathered hundreds of soul slayers.

As the soul-slaying people who came here from all over the country, they naturally had their own means.

But those means are the powerful wraiths of a hundred... It's just a drop in the bucket.

With just a few ups and downs, dozens of people were injured and fell.

Although they were transported to a safe area in time, for a while, these people were unable to move.

"I can't support it if I continue like this, Si-kun."

Next to Beichuan Temple, the Good Spirit Witch simply spoke.

Her good thoughts have been consumed too much, and her body is a little illusory.

“... I know. ”

Beichuan Temple didn't speak, but just launched an attack on the huge resentful spirit.

“... If it goes on like this... I won't be able to stop Huangquan! ”

The Good Spirit Shrine Maiden couldn't help but mention it again.

"I know."

Kitagawa Temple nodded, but the movements under his hands did not mean to stop at all.

"Kitagawa... I can't stand it anymore. ”

There was an old man with a Ten Imperial Spell next to him who shouted directly.

This time, Beichuan Temple did not answer 'I know' alone, but leaned over, turned his head sideways, and looked at him steadily:

"If you can't stand it, you have to top it."

If you can't hold it, you have to hold on.

Only by restraining the resentful spirits of the hundred people can the Xicheng style have a chance to release the soul thoughts accumulated by the Hetori family in Huangquan.

So—

Boom!!!

Beichuan Temple once again raised its strength and rushed towards the resentful spirits of the hundred people.

There's not so much to say.

Just procrastinate for time.

Xicheng style success, everything will be over!

Set aside what happened outside the Yellow Springs and look inside the Yellow Springs again.

Smack... Smack...

Scarlet blood ran down his arm, a thin layer of dead air repairing the slender gap.

His face was covered with sweat.

This is still the first time I feel exhausted.

In front of him was the Huangquan Resentful Spirit with only one head left.

Even if it becomes like this, it hates the living, and still stares at Xicheng with blood-red and resentful eyes.

Xicheng killed the opponent 'fifteen times'.

Among them, with the insight of the three rounds, the Nishijo style escaped at least four or five fatal attacks.

But it's all coming to an end.

Xicheng took a deep breath and raised his hand, his dead breath gathering his axe, aiming it at the head of the wraith.

Before he could slash down, the resentful spirit under the axe made a small and resentful sound:

"It is true that the seal of the soul can be opened through Yuyu Futasawa, but at the same time, the soul of the person who opened it will also be used as a sacrifice to open the seal, otherwise the seal cannot be opened—no matter what... You can't escape Yellow..."

Boom!!!

Smack!!

Before the other party could finish speaking, the Xicheng-style hand axe had already slashed down, smashing the opponent's only head into pulp.

"Whew..."

After doing this, Nishiro Shiki dragged his injured body and walked towards the temple in front of him step by step.

There, there is a stone gate that spans east and west.

It is painted with a lotus flower imprint, and next to it is the signature blue mantra of the Lotus family.

Dead air was still repairing his arm.

But due to the erosion of the Yellow Spring breath. Even if you are dead for a while, you can't repair your arm.

Xicheng Shi walked forward without hesitation, and only a few steps came to the front of the stone gate.

At his wrist, the two have become one, and the jade is exuding a faint brilliance.

Nishijo took it off and subconsciously wanted to put it in the stone gate.

But the next moment, he thought of the resentful voice of the Huangquan resentful spirit when it was resolved before-

'The soul of the opener will also be offered as a sacrifice to open the seal. ’

This could be true or false.

If this is the case, at the same time that Futasawa Baoyu is placed in it, the soul of Nishijo-shiki himself will also be sucked into the stone gate.

Xicheng Shi groaned, and placed his palm on the stone door.

Then close your eyes and sense.

And then—

"It's true."

Xicheng moved his palm away and looked up at the stone gate in front of him.

Futasawa is the key that opens the stone door.

But to open the door, you can't just have the key, you also need the strength to push the door open.

And the soul is the price it takes to open the stone door...

Nishijo-style exhaled.

At this point, he really didn't have much to do.

But he knew that if he didn't unlock the seal of the stone gate, release his soul thoughts, and not talk about himself, the White Mist Miko, Nishijo Chisa, and even Sasahara Yuki outside would be in danger.

That being the case... Then there is nothing to hesitate about.

Although Xicheng Shi didn't want to be a hero who sacrificed for the people, he didn't want to live up to the White Mist Divine Son and Xicheng Qiansha.

After all, the two of them have done a lot of things for him, and they can't be ungrateful.

Nishijo-style doesn't want to be an ungrateful person.

Besides, he had a vague idea of his own.

This time... I shouldn't die...

So the Nishijo style took off the jade of Nizawa-

......

Rumble!!!!

The tentacles of the hundred-man resentful spirits smashed down.

Countless screams followed.

Kitagawa Temple took a few steps back and looked sideways.

The few Ten Spells that had originally accompanied him as a frontal containment had already exhausted their physical strength and all of them fell.

There are only a dozen people left who can still stand, except for him.

There was a sense of despair in everyone.

But even after seeing this scene, Beichuan Temple has no intention of stopping.

If you can't stand it, you have to top it.

He is living this sentence.

As long as he drags on, the more certain he will be on the Xicheng side.

Boom!!!!

The sudden loud noise and fluctuations made everyone's feet tremble.

Forthwith...

Light... Lights up the whole world.

The soul thoughts formed a mysterious soul light, which directly overturned the roof of the Blooming Spirit Hall and shot straight towards the hundreds of resentful spirits!

"It's so beautiful..."

The White Mist Divine Son raised his head as if he was aware of it and muttered to himself.

The mysterious soul light contains the thoughts of the Hatori family for hundreds of years.

These hundreds of years of soul thoughts shot directly at the hundred resentful spirits, and in just an instant, they dissolved.

The screams of the wraiths were louder than ever!

Although there are still resentments in Huangquan being repaired... But it's just a drop in the bucket.

The mysterious and gentle soul light enveloped everything.

"Ah-style succeeded!"

Chisa Nishijo's eyes reflected the soul light, and the originally heavy and desperate mood became active in an instant!

Oh, yes!

The West Side style has succeeded!

Under the gaze of everyone, the hundred resentful spirits were dissolved by the soul light and gradually turned into the purest souls.

These are the souls of the people of the Hetori tribe who were imprisoned by the Xicheng family.

They regained their freedom, first floating in the air, and then as if they were attracted to something.

Straight into the air... Fly into the distance...

A little bit of soul debris sprinkled down, forming a magnificent rainbow of heaven.

Time seemed to freeze, and everyone looked up at the souls that had flown away.

But—

"Where's Shiki-kun?"

The two of them, White Mist Miko and Nishijo Qiansha, were not intoxicated by this beautiful scene, they glanced at each other.

Everyone saw the anxiety in each other's eyes.

After that, outside the crack of the Yellow Spring, the lying unconscious Xicheng Shiki was also discovered by the White Mist Miko and Xicheng Chisa, who arrived in time.

The wounds on his body had been almost healed by the dead air.

But for some reason, he has been unconscious.

Time came to the Nishijo style after putting in the Nisawa Jade.

"Are you coming?"

Looking at the faint light on the stone gate, Xicheng's eyes flashed with brilliance.

He could clearly feel that his soul was being tugged!

But he didn't care about it, and let Shimen absorb his soul.

Carry.

Extraction.

Absorb...

The soul was constantly absorbed, which made Xichengshi's face extremely pale.

A steady stream of suction came, as if you didn't stop if you couldn't suck the West Castle style clean.

But—

"If I'm not mistaken..."

Xicheng gritted his teeth and insisted.

Boom!!!

When absorbing about half of the soul of the Xicheng Style, the strong suction of the stone gate disappeared in an instant.

"Whew... Call... Whew..."

Nishijo-shi breathed a sigh of relief.

He knew he was right!

His soul structure is different from that of ordinary people.

As a traverser, he has the soul of two people.

One side is the original owner, and the other side is the current Xicheng style.

In other words, even if half of his soul was sucked away by Shimen, he could barely hold on.

Xicheng staggered forward two steps, a feeling of dizziness coming from the depths of his body.

He resisted the urge to retch, and took one last look at Shimen.

In the stone gate, the rich soul thought is about to be unsealed!

It worked.

After getting the news, Xicheng-style walked back without stopping.

Although the dead air has been drained, the physical strength is still left... In this way, he stumbled to the crack in the Yellow Spring, and jumped into it with all his might.

The weakness of his soul drained him of the last of his strength.

After Xicheng closed his eyes, he fell unconscious.

......

Time flies.

In the blink of an eye, March has passed.

"Shiki-kun... When will you wake up? ”

Looking at the Xicheng style lying on the bed like an ordinary person, the white mist god couldn't help but reach out and poke the other party's face.

She's almost used to it.

After all, for the past three months of Xicheng's coma, she and Xicheng Qiansha have taken care of her.

Even the Xicheng-style naked 1 body has seen it, and they still care so much?

They also specifically asked Beichuan Temple, what is the condition of the coma in the Xicheng style.

But every time he asked, the other party only explained that 'the soul consumption is too great, and he will wake up when he finishes repairing the soul he consumes.' ’

How long will it take for this soul repair?

The White Mist Divine Child sighed deeply.

At first, Rina Asakawa was still crying and making trouble, but in the back she simply didn't speak, just staring at Nishijo-shiki.

She looked at Xicheng's gaze pitifully.

But even that didn't work.

You can only continue to wait.

"Shiki-kun, I'm going out with Chisa and them to buy ingredients today... Can you come with us... It's been a long time since you've been shopping with us. ”

The White Mist Divine Son muttered to himself, and found that Xicheng Shi still showed no signs of waking up, so he lowered his little face:

"Okay, okay. You continue to rest... I'm going to call Chisa. ”

It's useless to get angry at the West Castle style.

So the White Mist Mitsuko stood up and went to touch his phone instead.

But at the very moment she turned.

Xicheng-esque, who had been lying on the bed without moving, moved his fingers.

Then there was a small moan.

Subsequently—

"Shiki-kun?! Are you awake? ”

The cheerful voice of the White Mist Divine Son came from above, which made Xicheng Shi look at her, and then couldn't help but open his mouth and said the first sentence-

"Don't make a noise."

"Not good! I'm going to make a noise! Shiki-kun, you're finally awake! ”

The White Mist Divine Son shook his head in denial, looking at the Xicheng style who opened his eyes, and there were too many things to say for a while.

But she didn't know what to say for a while, so she could only open the curtains.

The sun pours down –

Illuminates the gloomy interior.

"It's another sunny day."

Xicheng subconsciously sighed.

With three rounds, he quickly saw his current appearance clearly.

Looks like I've been lying down for a long time.

He shook his head inwardly.

Restoring souls was far more complicated and time-consuming than he had imagined. As soon as he lay down, he lay down until now.

The world is still that world... The sky is blue, and when the wind blows, clouds gather in the distance...

"Are you awake? Shiki-kun? ”

Under this sunny sky, the clear voice of the White Mist Divine Son sounded in his ears.

She hesitated, as if she was worried that it was just her own dream.

Westtown-style side head.

The White Mist Miko was looking at him eagerly.

He shook his head, as if he couldn't accept the overly eager gaze of the White Mist Divine Son, and it took a long time before he spoke-

"Wake up."

Hearing this answer, the White Mist Divine Son's face instantly turned red, and then she leaned over and took a small bite of the Xicheng style.

"Hmm."

The soft voice sounded in my ears.

Xicheng style turned his gaze.

At this moment, the sunlight brightened the smile of the White Mist Mizuko.

Even if it's the Xicheng style, I feel that today's White Mist Divine Son...

It's very good-looking.