Sure enough, it started again.

Xicheng's eyes flashed, and the slinger stick in his hand rose horizontally and smashed directly on the 'root' composed of resentful spirits.

Smack!

Xicheng shook his hand, and the black flesh sticky on the throwing stick was thrown to the ground by him, forming a hideous bloodstain.

He could clearly feel... The original owner's body trembled.

Xicheng had a hunch that as long as this hideous and terrifying flesh tree spirit was eliminated, his body would heal.

Even if you are not only healed, you may become stronger than the original master.

It's no wonder that the body has this desire to fight...

His dodging movements didn't stop, and his eyes kept scanning, thinking about how to deal with the flesh tree wraith in front of him.

This observation really caught him something.

The movement of this flesh tree wraith was a little strange from the beginning.

Obviously, the other party has so many wriggling whiskers that can be used to attack, but they don't use all of them to attack, but it seems like they are protecting something...

Xicheng's eyes narrowed.

But before he could think about it.

The huge roots of the flesh and blood of the wraiths smashed again!

Xicheng's body flipped on its side, and the slinger in his hand slammed into the whiskers of the resentful spirits beside him.

The disgusting mucus exploded again.

Westside smashed the half-rotten bench next to him into the flesh tree wraith.

Boom!!!

It's a pity that the bench was only halfway through the flight, and it was smashed to pieces by five or six whiskers of resentful flesh and blood.

And sure enough, it was!

Xicheng-style was refreshed, and he rushed forward without hesitation!

The slinger in his hand condensed the dead air and flung at the whiskers that were being drawn towards his head.

The condensed lifeless flicker was like a sharp blade, smoothly slicing through the whisker in an instant.

But it didn't work!

Then four more whiskers were smashed from all over the place!

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The stick flickered, and the whiskers it touched exploded like liquid bombs, splattering all sorts of disgusting liquids everywhere.

Hearty.

It's a West Side feel.

Yes, it's hearty.

A constant flow of comfort flows through the muscles.

The body is excited.

Should I say that he really deserves to be the original owner of the reckless man? At such times, the feedback from the body is actually excited, not scared.

Obviously, it is safer to retreat here and wait for the injury to recover...

Xicheng-style shook his head in his heart, but the dodging action under his feet still didn't stop.

If there is a meat whisker in front of him, he will use a slinger to smash the meat, and if he can't hit it, he will dodge it, and if he can't dodge, he can only eat a hard blow.

The purpose is to-

The West Castle came to the flesh tree spirit.

The root of the Wraithful Flesh Tree must have been protecting something from just now... It was finally fully displayed in front of him.

It was a woman.

The hands and feet are well-proportioned, the facial features are upright and delicate, and if you look closely, you will find that the other party is a very beautiful woman.

Of course, the premise is that the woman's shriveled lips are not densely squirming tentacles, and the lower abdomen is not stinky and rotten, and the organs are hollowed out... That's a beauty indeed.

Xicheng looked at the other party's purple-purple and stinky mouth stretched open by countless tentacles, and frowned tightly.

How can this resentful spirit be a little like the White Mist Divine Son?

Westside eyebrows jump.

No matter what the other party looks like, there is no doubt that the other party is a resentful spirit, and he is also the core of this flesh tree resentful spirit, as long as it is resolved, it should be able to solve the flesh tree resentful spirit.

Then there's only one thing to do!

Thinking in the West Castle mind is only for a moment.

In reality, the body has already raised the stick in his hand, and Sensen's black qi is entwined... Smash the opponent's head!

But at the moment when the stick fell, the woman, who looked six points similar to the White Mist Divine Son, opened her eyes.

Wrong...

Not to open your eyes, to be precise, but to split your eyelids in an instant.

The bright eyeballs in the eyelids had long since been gouged out, and the nerves of various colors had dried up and lost their moisture, clinging to the empty eye sockets.

But it's also like this, the eye socket that doesn't even have eyeballs...

But it gives the impression of being visibly watched.

It was an unabashed, deep resentful gaze towards the living.

Seeing this situation, the slinger in Xicheng's hand increased its strength and fell at an even more terrifying speed!

Boom!!!

This is the sound of the slinger being twisted by the core resentful spirit, and the distorted white limbs.

Quack!

The flicker made an overwhelmed crunch.

It has been constantly instilled with dead air, so that it has already collapsed from the inside.

The tip of the stick is broken, and only the handle remains.

Xicheng could even see that the face of the resentful spirit even showed an extremely anthropomorphic, twisted and cruel smile.

The resentful gaze was as if it wanted to pull the Nishijo-style bones out of his body.

The flesh that grew back behind him smashed into Xicheng's back.

If it hits, it is estimated that it will pierce his back, mess up his internal organs, and then stab him out of the abdomen.

And if you only use your fists, you will definitely not be able to solve the resentment in front of you.

In an instant, the offensive and defensive sides have been swapped.

The next second-

Sensen's dead air poured out again.

Turn your hands!

The dagger hidden at the bottom of the sleeve flashed with brilliance and slashed horizontally at the neck of the female wraith!

The head was thrown high.

The fierce smile of the female resentful spirit anthropomorphism froze.

The whiskers that smashed into Nishijo's back were weak and fell heavily from the air.

The wriggling wraithing tree—

It exploded in an instant...

Sticky slime, disgusting wriggling pieces of flesh, black blood... These things fall on the body, face, and even mouth of the West Castle style.

Bloodstained faces, clothes that seem to have just come out of a blood tank, minced meat inexplicably chewing in the mouth...

This appearance, no matter who looks at it, can't be associated with a good citizen who abides by the law.

"Fortunately, I expected this kind of thing to happen for a long time, so I prepared a third hand."

Xicheng Shi spit out the fishy and astringent shredded flesh of the resentful spirit in his mouth, and glanced at the dagger in his hand again.

After being eroded by dead air, the dagger had begun to slowly melt and crumble.

This dagger is the third hand of the Xicheng style.

In the same way, he also hides the fourth hand, the fifth hand...

Recklessness requires planned recklessness, and everything must be taken into account, this is his approach.

He had expected the hammer and the slinger to be dissolved by the death air, and he had prepared a lot of weapons early on.

And then there's...

Nishijo raised his head and looked into the air.

The black aura contained in the Six Imperial Spell Spirits...

It's pouring into his body!

The jet-purple airflow was frantically pulled away by the strong dead air, and it was only more than ten seconds... This plagued Nishijo for almost a week's injury... Finally healed.

"Good."

Nishijo-style tried to clench his fist.

The body no longer has that feeling of not being able to use its strength.

The dead qi in the body does not need to be separated from most of it to extract the dark purple air mass and be complete.

If you had the strength just now... That Fleshtree Wraith wasn't his opponent at all.

But... Never mind.

Xicheng shook his head and turned his gaze to the place where the wraith was just now.

There...

Looks like something has been dropped.