The black cobblestone tied with the rope stands out in the glow of the cave.

Xicheng Shi took the White Mist Divine Son to the bottom of the round stone, and raised his head at the same time.

"This feeling is..."

Perhaps it was getting closer, the White Mist Divine Son was stunned for a moment, and then he felt a particularly familiar aura coming from the cobblestone.

Her eyes flickered, her head raised and she muttered, "Shiki-kun, this is indeed the feeling of the three wheels. ”

Oh?

Xicheng turned his head sideways, not quite understanding why she was so determined.

"When I was a child, I saw the previous generation of the White Mist Family Master once, and he had the same aura on him as this stone."

"Breath?"

Hearing this, Xicheng simply emptied his mind and floated up to enhance his perception.

Under these means, the Xicheng style can finally sense the 'breath' that the White Mist Shenzi said.

Truly.

As the White Mist Divine Son said, there is some kind of aura on this round stone...

Remote, mysterious, profound... It's also dangerous!

Fatalness?

Xicheng style groaned.

It's just a cobblestone that doesn't look good, but it can give you this feeling...?

Before he could finish thinking about it, the White Mist Divine Son next to him also spoke at the right time: "Shijun, I also said it before, the three wheels are very dangerous and are considered to be a cursed tool. Just use it once, you need to consume a life, and it is unavoidable. ”

The White Mist Divine Son did say this, and Xicheng Shi also remembered it clearly.

But—

"No matter what, you have to get the three-wheeled eye... That being said, ”

Xicheng touched his chin, quite a feeling that a mouse bites a turtle and can't eat.

You can't let him carry such a big rock and fight with the corpses, right? Isn't that embarrassing yourself?

Then he doesn't need the curse of the three rounds, such a big burden, he estimates that he will die in two or three strokes.

The White Mist Divine Son also knew this, but she didn't quite understand the truth of this, so she could only circle around the cobblestone, look here and there.

She didn't dare touch it.

What if you accidentally touch something?

After about ten seconds of spinning like this, Xicheng suddenly spoke:

"Let me just try it."

There's no way to go around in circles here, and the remains outside are almost coming back to life, so you have to hurry.

Nishijo simply stretched out his palm to the dark cobblestone.

His palm was placed on it.

And at the moment when the palm of his hand made contact with the dark cobblestone—

Intricate lines shimmering with mysterious colors suddenly appeared on the surface of the dark cobblestone!

"This is the shape of a stand-in spell?"

The White Mist Miko recognized the lines on the surface of the cobblestone at a glance.

Intricate and mysterious spells... This is clearly exactly the same as the half of the stand-in spell on Xicheng's body.

The White Mist family clearly set the stand-in spell as a trigger condition!

This method is indeed very targeted, and it prevents others from obtaining the three wheels.

Because the stand-in spell can only be made by the Divine Son, and a Divine Son can only be made once. And only the head of the White Mist family can obtain the substitute spell of the Son of God.

Under this layer of protection, the only successor who ensured the three rounds was the head of the White Mist family.

The Xicheng style can be regarded as picking up a leak, and the White Mist Divine Son is willing to hold a ceremony for him to hold a stand-in spell, so he can obtain the three wheels.

Otherwise, even if you come to this place, you can only 'look at the stone and sigh'.

Just as Xicheng was thinking, the intricate and mysterious incantation on the dark cobblestone climbed up to Xicheng's palm in the blink of an eye.

Yes! Climbed to the palm of the West Side.

A bone-piercing chill swept over the upper body!

Fortunately, Xicheng Style has long been mentally prepared, and he can still endure the invasion of this cold air.

The jet-black spell squeezed into the surface of Xicheng's skin, twisting and clinging rapidly!

Lines, curves, ellipses...

Countless twisted black threads cling to the upper body! Finally converge on the eyes of the West Side!

Click, click, click...

Thin lines of blood oozed from the side of the eye socket and dripped to the ground with a click.

No, it's not just the eyes.

Blood was oozing from the nose and ears.

Blood seeps out like it's worthless!

"Shiki-kun!"

The White Mist Mizuko exclaimed in surprise and wanted to put his hand on Xicheng-shi's arm, but was stopped by Xicheng-shi's empty other hand.

"I'm fine."

Nishijo spurted blood as he spoke.

It's like it's okay?!

The bleeding can't be stopped, and it spurts out everywhere!

The White Mist Divine Son opened his mouth wide, only thinking that Xicheng Style was saying strange things at all.

"I'm really fine. Compared to that... Now this feeling..."

You can feel it in the Nishijo style.

His perception of his surroundings went up to another level.

This perception is not just visual, but more comprehensive...

Smell, touch, taste, hearing...

If you look closely, you will feel that the whole world seems to be half a beat slower than you.

The jet-black tattoos that spread from the palm of the hand to the whole body...

Is this the true state of the Miricycle?

Xicheng looked up, and his eyes flashed with a certain pattern, which was light and dark, and obviously had not completely stabilized.

The next moment-

Boom!!!

The remains of the Ten Imperial Spells that were solved by the West City style were revived again, and rushed into the cave from the outside.

"It's coming!"

The White Mist Divine Son stretched out his hands flatly, and the immortal white mist condensed into a white blade, galloping towards the other party fiercely!

Xicheng style is at a critical time, no matter what she says, she can't let the other party interfere with Xicheng style.

The Mori White White Blade was bounced away in an instant by the immortal white mist that was floating on the surface of the opponent's body, and could only leave a few white marks on the opponent's body!

"What?"

The White Mist Divine Son's eyes shrank, obviously he didn't expect the other party's physical strength to be so terrifying.

Obviously, the Xicheng style looks so easy to break through the opponent's defense, and then smash the opponent in half.

The White Mist Divine Son gritted his teeth and wanted to retreat.

But as soon as she thought that the West Castle style was behind her, she stopped abruptly.

I was so scared that my body was trembling.

But when he thought that the Xicheng style was behind, it was as if there were roots between his feet and the ground, so that the White Mist Divine Son could not retreat.

Since there is no way to go back!

Then catch up!

The White Mist Divine Son rushed forward.

A slender and delicate body and a wreckage that rushes over like a big truck... There is simply no comparison at all!

But this should buy some time!

She closed her eyes, condensed all the immortal white mist, and slammed into it!

Ay?

The expected pain did not come.

The White Mist Divine Son opened his eyes and found that the remains of this Ten Imperial Spell had simply bypassed her!

"How is that possible!?"

Could it be that Shiki-kun's sense of threat to it is too great?

It actually made it have this kind of anthropomorphic behavior!

Under the gaze of the White Mist Divine Son.

Bypassing her corpse, with unstoppable force, it slammed directly into the Nishiro style with his hand still on the dark cobblestone.

Boom!!!!

Earthquake!

Mountain Shake!

Stone blast!

Shake off the dust! Obscuring the sight of the White Mist Divine Son.

"Shiki-kun!"

The White Mist Divine Son's eyes shrank.

She hadn't expected that at all.

And why didn't the stand-in spell on his body be activated? Shouldn't the Westtown-style death be transferred to oneself through a stand-in spell?

Why don't you have anything to do with yourself?

Could it be that in the process of inheriting the three wheels, the stand-in spell will be invalid?

The White Mist Miko imagined more than a dozen possibilities in an instant, but each of them made it impossible for her to remain optimistic.

The terrifying and twisted remains of the Ten Imperial Spells... It's strong enough to grind the Nishijo-style into a mash...

Rise!!!

The sound of the mutilation and distortion of the remains was deafening.

As soon as he heard this voice, the feet of the White Mist Divine Son were a little weak and weak.

The remains are still there... There was no movement at all in the West Side...

It's almost certain that the West Side style is dead, right?

Her eyes were red, but she remained in a standing position.

"Shiki-kun! I'll get your revenge! No matter how many times you die! ”

The White Mist Divine Son has decided to fight hard.

Anyway, I can't let the one inside kill the Xicheng-style skeleton better!

And then—

Boom!!!!!

The wind is blowing!

The dust was swept away in an instant.

At the same time, it is a corpse that flies upside down without the power to resist!

Because the remains almost flew upside down against the face of the White Mist Divine Son.

She could even see the fear on the other man's distorted face.

Belch...

Fear?

Will the skeleton still be afraid?

This...

Wrong wrong! That's not what you should be thinking about now!

The White Mist Miko turned to look at where the black cobblestone was.

I saw Xicheng standing in place, scarlet blood dripping down his chin, and the black tattoos on his skin had all disappeared.

But none of this is particularly important.

And most importantly. [ fo]..

A mysterious incantation looming in the eyes of the West City.

Three rounds of petal-like spells were slowly turning.

Just being stared at by the three wheels, the White Mist Shenzi seemed to have a feeling that his whole body was being seen through.

It's a real surprise...

Xichengshi exhaled and couldn't help but reach out and wipe the blood from his face.

His hand seemed to be sucked into a swarthy cobblestone, and he couldn't move until the end.

"Shiki-kun!"

The White Mist Divine Son came to the front of Xicheng Shi.

"Hmm. Thank you for your hard work, and I'll leave it to you next. ”

Nishijo nodded.

"Next, I'll hand it over to Shiki-kun... This... Although I got the three-wheeled ... But Shiki-kun, you yourself are the Nine Imperial Spells... Wrong... You've got a Ten Spell?! ”

The White Mist Miko was taken aback.

Before receiving half of her spirit, the Nishijo style was the strength of the Eight Imperial Spells.

After receiving it, it's the Nine Mantra and almost the Ten Mantra...

And after inheriting the three wheels... It's already a ten-strong spell?

The speed of leveling up is like riding a rocket, isn't it too fast?

But even so—

"We still have to work together." The White Mist Divine Son said uneasily: "Although there are three wheels to help, the other party is also the remains of the Ten Imperial Spells, and he also has the ability to resurrect, which should not be underestimated." If you don't make trouble, you will be replaced by the other party for a few lives. ”

We should be steady!

That's what she meant to say.

After all, the remains of the Ten Imperial Spells are particularly terrifying and twisted beings.

And then—

The White Mist Divine Son was just a flower in front of him, and then he saw the remains of the Ten Imperial Spells being grabbed by the ankle by the Nishiro style...

Death erupts!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The sound of the dull porcelain flesh colliding with the stone wall sounded.

One time! Again!

Jet black liquid splashes!

The skeleton is like a broken sack, smashed by Xicheng's ankles against the ground and rock walls!

Well???

The White Mist Divine Son watched from the side, and couldn't help but swallow his saliva when he looked at it.

This... Something is wrong.

How do you get a three-wheeled mesh... Shiki-kun is like a different person, beating the remains of the Ten Imperial Spells who chased him and others just now like this?

The corpse let out a terrible scream, and fear appeared in the empty eyes.

Because the West Side style has already ripped its feet off!

The fleshy limbs attached to them were casually tossed aside by him.

The scene is extremely bloody and cruel!

"Shiki-kun... n are you going to help..."

The White Mist Miko just wanted to speak.

"What's wrong?"

The West Side style turned around.

At this moment, he was already twisting off the arm of the skeleton, and his face was stained with black and smelly blood, looking hideous and terrifying.

"No, nothing."

The White Mist Miko lowered his head and swallowed the words he had thought of into his stomach.

Her unusual performance made Xicheng Shi look at her more, and in the end, he didn't say anything, just concentrated on the remains at hand.

At this time, the limbs of the skeleton that had been chasing Xicheng all the way had been removed.

The bones, flesh and blood were all glued and mixed together, making it look miserable.

"Shiki-kun, is there a way for the three wheelers to solve it?"

The White Mist Divine Son didn't look at the remains on the ground, and asked directly.

Although the skeleton looked very miserable now, she clearly knew that under the effect of the immortal white mist, it would soon return to its original form.

"There is a way." Xicheng nodded, and there were lines looming in the depths of his eyes: "I don't feel the ability of the three wheels to see through the future for the time being... But it has one more capability. ”

"One more ability?"

This is the first time I've heard of it.

As mentioned earlier, she had only heard some rumors about the Mikra program, but she didn't have an accurate understanding of its exact abilities.

"Hmm. This ability can be said to be specifically designed to deal with the Flower of Secret and the Immortal White Mist. ”

Nishijo-style nodded.

"....." White Mist Divine Son.

Specialized in dealing with the Flower of Secret and the Immortal White Mist...

She sighed deeply.

Why does Miwa have this ability... In fact, she knew the answer in an instant.

The only person in the White Mist family who has the 'Immortal White Mist' is the 'Divine Son'.

In other words, it's not enough to have a stand-in spell, these people also want to take the 'immortal god son' as the only restless factor in their hands.

"Remember the tattoo spell just now?"

Xicheng Shi looked at the White Mist Mizuko.

He knew that such a reality was a bit cruel to her.

But the other party also has the right to know.

So he didn't hide it: "That's actually a spell that can make the flower of secret wither." ”

All of the White Mist Divine Son's resurrection ability lies in the Secret Flower in his body.

And letting the Flower of Secret wither is actually equivalent to depriving the White Mist Divine Son of his immortal ability.

Listened to Xicheng's words.

The White Mist Mitsuko nodded silently.

She didn't know what to say.

After all, the White Mist family is now completely destroyed, and the only ones left are her and her mother.

Although there is a sense of relief... But when I think about it like this, I can't tell an indescribable loneliness.

Xicheng Shi glanced at her consciously, thought about it again, and assured her: "I will only use this ability this time, and I will not use it on you." ”

He didn't understand what the White Mist Divine Son was thinking, but with this ability in his hands, maybe the White Mist Divine Son was also a little uneasy.

This would have been a casual guarantee.

But it made the White Mist Shenzi, who was still feeling a little lonely, raise his head in astonishment.

After a while.

She nodded obediently and smiled:

"Good. Shiki-kun. ”