Xicheng stared at the White Mist Divine Son for a long time, and the White Mist Divine Son also looked at him with a smile for a long time.

After a while, Xicheng turned his head and said calmly:

"You just need to understand. So the next thing is me and this thing. ”

The way to kill this Ten Spell Creature is actually not difficult.

To obtain the three-wheeled Nishijo style, all you need to do is cover the opponent's body with a spell that looks like a black tattoo.

The immortal secret flower will wither in an instant.

And the remains of the Ten Imperial Spells, which have lost the immortality of the Secret Flower, can be easily eliminated with the current ability of the Xicheng style.

This is not Westside arrogance.

But that's just the way it is.

Compared to the stagnant mist of the Cinnacle, the death aura of the Ten Imperial Spells has become more intense.

Xicheng can feel that this dead air is not only weird, but also a great threat to people.

Coupled with the ability to capture moving objects at high speeds brought by the tricycle...

It is simply not too simple to solve the remains formed by the former White Mist family master in the Xicheng style.

He held out his hand.

The jet-black incantation clinged like a tattoo and spread out close to the palm of his hand.

"Is this...?"

The white mist god who had never seen the whole of the three wheels looked at the Xicheng style, like a curious baby.

"It looks pretty dark, I call it black lines."

Xicheng Shi explained casually, he didn't care about his random naming method, and continued: "Attach the black veins to it, and the dense flower on this guy's body will wither, and then solve it." ”

It seems to be aware of the danger of the Xicheng-style action, and the remains of the Ten Imperial Spells below are desperately struggling!

Sen Ran's immortal white mist kept pouring out from all around, as if it wanted to repair its body.

As soon as Sensen's immortal white mist touched Xicheng's skin, it made his skin feel like a spike burning pain.

This can be regarded as a means of protection for the remains of the Ten Curses.

The immortal white mist poured out of its body, and it was difficult to repair its body during this period.

If you really want to forcibly mend the knife, Xicheng Shi estimates that the flesh and blood of the whole body will be melted into a puddle of flesh and blood by this mist.

But...

Westtown-style side head.

The intricate patterns of the three wheels rotate in the depths of the pupils.

At the same time, the undead white mist, which was originally like a living creature, all burrowed back into the body of the ten cursed creatures.

This method of forcibly forcing the immortal white mist back seemed to cause the Ten Curse Skeletons to suffer great damage.

It opened its mouth wide and let out a terrible wail.

But before it could scream twice...

Boom!

Xicheng style went down with an axe and smashed its mouth to pieces.

It was finally quiet.

"Stay a little further away from me, White Mist."

Xicheng style said hello.

"Ahh Good. ”

The White Mist Divine Son was still surprised by Xicheng's methods, and when she heard Xicheng's opening, she was also stunned, nodded and walked away.

Seeing the White Mist Divine Son walk away, the pattern in Xicheng's eyes turned again, and countless jet-black spells were like jet-black thorns coming out of the ground.

The jet-black thorns were tightly bound to the bodies of the Ten Mantra Skeletons.

The sharp spikes above dig deep into the flesh!

As if it was contagious, after being pierced into the body by the spikes of the jet-black thorns, the same jet-black tattoos as Nishijo-shiki's body appeared all over the body of the Ten Spell Creatures.

But there is one thing that is obviously different from the Xicheng style.

The skeleton of the Ten Spells, wrapped in jet-black tattoos, struggled frantically, like a struggling domestic animal on a slaughterboard.

The immortal white mist tried to squeeze out of his body several times, but was blocked by the jet-black tattoos.

Soon, the White Mist Divine Son saw that the immortal white mist that was desperately squeezing out of its body was gradually dissipating.

And the Ten Mantra Skeleton as a whole was like a deflated balloon, and the whole body became shriveled and hideous.

There was no skin on top of the body, and the pink flesh and white bones were exposed.

Because the part of his lips had become completely minced, the corpse could only twist and wrest on the ground, squeezing out an indeterminate 'ho-ho-ho' sound from his throat.

Disturbed!

Fear!

I don't know what kind of cruel treatment will happen next!

The Ten Mantra Skeleton let out a low groan, as if begging for mercy, and—

Boom!!!

Before the White Mist Divine Son began to sympathize, Xicheng Shi had already raised his sword and fell.

The jet-black liquid stained the whole body the moment the sharp blade fell.

Nishijo wiped his face cursoryly.

The last trace of immortal white mist remaining below tried to repair the body of the Ten Spell Skeletons, but it squirmed and eventually dissipated completely.

The three wheels are the natural nemesis of the immortal white mist.

Forced into the Ten Curses to death, the remains were also suppressed by the Xicheng style, and they were completely unable to move.

But compared to that—

The White Mist Divine Son rushed over a little nervously, and at the same time, her big eyes scanned Xicheng Shi back and forth, and her hands were still touching him around: "Shijun! How are you? Didn't feel uncomfortable, did you? ”

Oh, yes...

How about a Nishijo-style body?

He used the ability of three rounds.

It stands to reason that he would lose his life right now.

But the truth is, he seems to be fine, the White Mist Divine Son is fine, and the stand-in spell is also working... It's as if there is no cost at all to using the three-wheeled mere in the Nishijo style.

What's going on?

"I'm fine."

Xicheng stopped the white mist god son's palm from touching around, and said directly.

"How so...? Obviously, the three wheels are absolutely forbidden abilities for the living..."

The White Mist Divine Son was surprised.

Use the tricycle without paying a price?

It's too...

"You're not lying, are you? Shiki-kun? ”

The White Mist Mizuko looked at Xicheng Shi in disbelief, and couldn't help but stretch out his slender palm and touch him, and said quite toughly: "I'm going to check it out!" ... Wait, it hurts! Shiki-kun! Why are you hitting me? ”

Before she could touch Xicheng-style's body, she was knocked on the head by Xicheng-style.

"I'm fine." Xicheng Shi emphasized again: "Compared to that, shouldn't we go and see the situation on the side of the Secret Flower now?" Since the three wheels here have the ability to wither the flower of secret... Maybe there's something over there that will revive your memory? ”

"Something that revives my memory...?"

The White Mist Divine Son was stunned.

She is now an impressionistic personality, and if there is no strong stimulation after this exploration, she will disappear.

But before then, find an item that can restore the memories of the White Mist Miko...

That might be able to restore the memory of the ice sculpture beauty's main body, the White Mist Mizuko.

You must know that this is the place of the first mound.

Among them, there are not only three wheels inherited, but also the secret flower that the White Mist Family has opened the most brightly and can radiate the entire Fog Peak.

"Yes. Let's go. ”

The White Mist Miko originally wanted to say something 'the body is the most important, let me check it', but looking at the cold air flowing from Xichengshi's eyes, she shrank her head and naturally changed her words.

"Hmm."

Xicheng nodded, and the two walked out one after the other.

The White Mist Divine Son led the way ahead.

Nishijo followed behind, looking thoughtfully at the flashes of his wrists... Jet black tattoos of the three rounds.

An ability that is absolutely taboo for the living.

The ability of the three-wheeled order.

If you really want to say that, isn't it the same with death?

Corrosive.

Touching an item with it will cause it to rot and melt.

Why did the original owner use this ability?

Why can't others?

Xicheng's eyes flickered slightly.

This... It's also a puzzle.

Three-wheeled eyes, dead air...

After going out this time, he will definitely ask Yayin Okano or Yoshiko Okano about this issue.

As members of the Gojinkai, they may know something.

......

The icy land of the first mound itself is a barren land.

Being buried here is equivalent to eternal sleep for the successive gods of the White Mist family.

Because they have the Secret Flower, they won't die.

But the immortal white mist resurrects again and again, and it will continue to eat away at their memories and common sense again and again.

Until now—

"This is the imperial residence of the gods of the White Mist Family."

The White Mist Divine Son turned off the flashlight and lowered his gaze.

In the line of sight, there are the gods of the White Mist family who are sitting neatly on the ground.

Their flesh is still safe even after so much time.

The undead white mist continued to spill from their bodies, eroding the surrounding rock walls at the same time.

Probably due to the erosion of the immortal white mist, the surrounding rock walls emit a faint blue glow.

But these are actually not the things that Xicheng Shi cares about the most.

What he cares about is...

The countless dense flowers that bloomed and exuded light chips.

The rhizomes and veins of these dense flowers eroded the bloodlines of the gods, and instead of the meridians, they agitated.

Crystal blue roots peeked out of their noses, mouths, fingernails, chests, arms, navels, ears, and even the side of their eye sockets.

"It's like a flower bed..."

The White Mist Divine Son muttered to himself.

That's right, as she said, the countless bewitching dense flowers entangled in the human body have completely turned against the guest.

Flower beds in the shape of a human...

But even so.

The gods of the White Mist family are still not dead.

Some of the gods heard the movement, and even unconsciously opened their cloudy eyes without any emotion.

It's all a biological stress response.

Under the continuous death and resurrection of the long years, the thinking ability and consciousness of these White Mist Divine Sons were all swallowed up by the immortal White Mist and the Secret Flower.

They are now unconsciously living lumps of flesh, haunted by the curse of immortality.

"Let's go."

Xicheng style said hello.

There's no point in staying here, it's better to go deeper inward.

"I know, Shiki-kun."

The White Mist Divine Son bowed to these White Mist Divine Sons who had completely lost themselves.

Really bowed deeply.

Immediately, she bowed solemnly to Xicheng-style again.

This sudden movement made Xicheng's eyebrows furrow, but he didn't dodge it, but accepted her gift properly.

As if sensing Xicheng's frowning movements, the White Mist Miko spoke, "I just want to thank you, Shiki-kun. ”

As she spoke, she turned around: "These people are the gods of the White Mist family... In other words, they are all my predecessors. If it weren't for Shiki-kun, my fate would probably not be much worse. ”

The White Mist Divine Son is touching the scene, and the Xicheng style can also understand it.

He stood beside the White Mist Divine Son, looking at the sea of dense flowers that grew on top of the human body.

In the midst of the flying light, the secret flower became more and more mysterious.

It's suffocating...

Looking at this view, Xicheng opened his mouth and asked:

"Do you need me to get them on their way?"

His voice was still as cold as ever, but when he said this, Bai Mist Miko could clearly feel that the other party was asking her opinion...

Maybe that's how Xicheng cares about people.

The White Mist Miko closed his eyes.

It was a long time before her subtle, extremely complex voice came out:

"No, don't bother."

"Although it hurts... But they're still alive..."

The White Mist Divine Son opened his eyes: "As long as you're alive... There is still hope after all. ”

"Maybe a miracle will happen?"

She whispered.

As long as you live, there is hope.

As long as you live, maybe miracles will happen.

When you die, there's nothing.

This is what the White Mist Divine Son thinks.

"Then let's go."

Xicheng-style opening.

He didn't bother much about the survival methods of these gods, and the question he asked just now was purely to provide a way.

Since the White Mist Divine Son chose another path, it didn't have much to do with him.

The reason why Xicheng asked Baiwu Mizuko's opinion was actually that the relationship between the other party and himself was a little delicate.

After all, now that the stand-in spell exists, his connection with the White Mist Divine Son is very close.

"Well, let's go."

The White Mist Divine Son followed behind the Xicheng style and walked towards the depths of the cave.

It's just that when she was about to completely leave the Sea of Secret Flowers, she suddenly turned her head and took a deep look at the White Mist Divine Sons behind her.

Bye.

Sons of God.

These were the last words she left.

......

Flower...

A dense flower that is half a human tall!

It's different from the half-hung dense flowers of the white mist gods outside that haven't fully grown.

The swirling brilliance of the dense flower in front of him reflected the entire cave, and the condensed and rich immortal white mist emanated outward.

Even the three-wheeled Xicheng style can feel an inexplicable sense of oppression from the body of this dense flower.

Under the dense flower, there is a flower pond that has been filled.

"Shiki-kun, that's the secret flower dew you need."

The White Mist Miko pointed to the flower pond.

The liquid in it has a ghostly glow.

That's the Secret Flower Dew...?

With a deep groan, Nishiki took out his kettle and began to fetch the secret flower dew.

He also had an agreement with Kujo Sara, and it was safer to fill the kettle directly.

After filling the kettle with dense flower dew, Xicheng took two steps back and swept his eyes around.

In addition to the agreement of Kujo Sara, there is also the matter of the White Mist Miko recovering his memory...

I don't know if there will be any harvest under this fully mature dense flower.

As he looked around in circles, he asked, "White Mist, do you have any clue?" ”

"Clue?"

The White Mist Miko turned his head sideways.

"As for how the White Mist Family's Miko regained his memory... Don't you have a clue? ”

Xicheng asked rhetorically.

"Clues... There should be. I just don't know if it's a clue to recover my memory. ”

The White Mist Divine Son frowned and pondered.

"Tell me about it."

Xicheng said calmly.

Anyway, most of the things are solved now, and there is a lot more time, if you can find a means for the White Mist Divine Son to recover his memory, it will undoubtedly be the best.