"Is the place where the White Mist Family's Divine Son is buried really different?"

Xicheng Shi glanced at the eagle-shaped remains that kept flapping his wings, but he just didn't dare to approach the eagle-shaped remains near the cave.

This conclusion is not difficult to come to conclusion.

The twisted faces on which they are glued together with the bird's body are all creepy, scalp-tinging malice.

This expression seemed as if he wanted to chew the white mist god son and the Xicheng style below and eat it into his stomach.

But even with such terrifying expressions, there is no indication that they have the intention of attacking Xicheng.

Then it's easy to see why it's the first mound.

Maybe there's something here... Scared the creatures in the air.

But—

"That's just right."

Mori Bai's mist and dead qi quickly wriggled and materialized into a sharp javelin.

Carrying a javelin overflowing with white mist and dead air, Xicheng-style wrist raised, left foot lifted, right foot back to stabilize the center of gravity, the whole person is like an athlete shooting javelin.

The target is 300 meters away.

Xicheng Shi visually measured the distance.

The next moment!

The lower arm is twisted together with the big arm, and the force of the whole body is transmitted to the right arm, and then to the wrist.

Taking advantage of this strength, Xicheng's wrist drove the materialized javelin in his hand and threw it at the living remains in mid-air.

Shout!!!

A piercing sound of breaking the sky.

The javelin nailed several eagle-like creatures in the air in an instant.

Fishy, jet-black liquid splattered everywhere.

Very good.

Xicheng nodded inwardly.

This way, you don't have to be disturbed by these creatures when you climb the rock wall.

Thinking of this, a mist of coffins appeared in his hands again.

The javelins are constantly condensed.

He kept throwing these javelins at the eagle-like skeletons in the air.

For a moment, the sound of ghosts crying and wolf howls rang out.

The eagle-shaped skeletons let out angry and angry cries, and their already distorted expressions became even more distorted and terrifying.

But even so—

They can only scream.

Other than that, they have no way to take the Nishijo-style in the land of the first mound.

In particular, these skeletons have low intelligence, and they are only left in place to be used as a live target by such a unilateral attack.

After about two minutes, Xicheng rubbed his wrist and lifted his head.

In the field of vision, there were no more eagle-shaped skeletons.

That way, it's not much of a problem.

Xicheng casually picked up the White Mist Divine Son, and glanced at the entrance of the first mound again.

He didn't plan to take risks, and was ready to climb the rock wall directly to return to the mountain road to the summit of Foggy Peak.

But—

There's always a feeling like you'll be back.

Xicheng shook his head and threw the thought out of his head.

He didn't hesitate either, and took out the pickaxe that he had prepared long ago from his leggings.

The remaining dead qi is about thirty points, and if you use the spirit tool of 'Mist of Trees' on this basis, it will cost even more.

So here can you save a little or save a little.

There is no need to elaborate on the process of climbing the rock wall, after all, the body of the West Castle has been strengthened by dead energy, and it is not particularly difficult to climb such a bumpy rock wall.

It's just worth mentioning that in the process of climbing the mountain, the white mist miko tied to his back also woke up because of the shaking.

When she saw herself hanging on the edge of a cliff, the little girl's reaction was also very realistic - she hugged Xicheng tightly, and then exclaimed, her body trembled, and she fainted on her stomach.

"It's almost night..."

Xicheng pinched the strong flashlight and swept his eyes.

He had seen it in some of the materials of the Koji Society and the Imperial God Society.

The spiritual field is also known as the spiritual field.

In some large spiritual realms, there will also be weather and time changes.

However, the physical laws in this cannot be simply calculated, it may be as hot as summer all year round, or it may be as cold as winter like the old site of white fog.

But one thing is certain.

That's near night.

The closer it is to another yellow spring, the hidden world.

In such a harsh environment, Xicheng naturally did not think about continuing to act.

In addition, the dead air has not yet recovered.

Therefore, Xicheng Shi planned to find a white fog Buddhist hall to spend the night.

He swept around with the bright flashlight in his hand.

In front of you is a completely unrepaired mountain road.

Dry branches were everywhere, and there was dung of unknown things everywhere, and muddy corpses lying on the side of the mountain road.

These gray-skinned corpses were frozen hard, and the faces of the tragic deaths were full of horror and unwillingness.

Besides...

Nishijo lowered his body and looked at the ground with his eyes.

Over here... There are messy footprints all over the place...

These are supposed to be the footprints of the living beings awakened by the power of immortality.

"It doesn't seem that easy to go up the mountain."

Xicheng stood at the bottom and raised his head.

Front.

Thick white snow and mist loom over the misty peaks.

There was a terrible cry -

It's coming out of it.

......

Morimiya Yama Spirit Field.

"Have most of the followers of the Tokyo Eternal Festival been caught? Very good... Just continue this momentum. ”

Ryoko Okano flipped through the information in her hand, and only felt more comfortable than drinking ice cola on dog days.

No wonder she's so happy.

After all, Tokyo's Koji Society and Eternal Festival Society have always been two thorns stuck in the throat of the Japanese police, and if these two thorns are not removed, Ryoko Okano only feels that she can't sleep if she can't eat well.

Smack.

She closed the folder and looked at Mt. Morimiya, who was already shrouded in the setting sun behind her.

"It's also thanks to the West Side Kid."

Yes.

Originally, the arrest plan needed to be gradual, but due to the timely transfer of Shiraki Miko to Akita Prefecture, most of the members of the Eternal Festival who went to Tokyo were lost, and at the same time, these failed members also gave the police a better chance to arrest them.

This net down... I don't know how many big fish I can catch.

But—

"Don't take it lightly yet."

Ryoko Okano muttered to herself.

According to the description of the Tokyo police, the leader of the Eternal Festival, the Grand Master of the Eternal Festival, sensed that something was wrong around him and returned with a group of people in advance.

That old fox... If you want to come back, there is a good chance that you will rush here.

"Whew..."

Ryoko Okano let out a breath of white air, her eyes shining.

Just keep this main entrance to Mt. Morinomiya... It's equivalent to buying time for the West Side style.

In order to prevent the Eternal Sacrifice Society from entering the mountain from the path, she also divided the fifteen police officers into five groups to monitor the situation on each path.

In addition to reporting the situation every half hour, if something is wrong, they will immediately contact them by radio, flares, etc.

But why...

Ryoko Okano was a little anxious.

She always felt like something was pressing on her heart.

"It's time for a routine report."

Ryoko Okano glanced at her watch and turned back to say hello to the liaison.

"A group of regulatory areas, there are no special circumstances for the time being."

"In the second group of supervision areas, there are no special circumstances for the time being."

"Three groups..."

The report proceeded in an orderly manner.

Until all five groups were reported, Ryoko Okano couldn't hear anything unusual.

It's business as usual.

But in this case... So quiet... Is it really okay?

Ryoko Okano narrowed her eyes, and a piercing brilliance flickered.

Wrong.

She looked back.

At this point... The sunset over Mt. Morimiya... It's a terrible demon...

"Xicheng Kid..."

She muttered to herself.