The place of the first mound of the White Mist family.

This has always been a place where no one except the Son of God and the head of the family are allowed to enter.

This is a place of bones in itself, and coupled with the fact that it is deep underground, it naturally flows out of a cold and cold air.

On weekdays, the land of the first mound is basically dead and silent.

But today it's different-

The dead silence has been broken!

Boom!!!

The bloody sledgehammer condensed from the mist of the Mori White Coffin in the hands of Nishigi-style smashed into the river.

It was just that the skeleton of the Ten Spells that had leaked on the surface of the river let out a muffled choking sound, and the jet-black liquid splashed everywhere and fell into the river again.

Whew-

Xicheng exhaled heavily, the dead air that lingered near his eyes spilled out in all directions.

Instead of jumping directly out of the river as it had just done, the skeleton dived underwater, always waiting for an opportunity.

This behavior is even more difficult than the fact that it jumped out of the water and flew into the wooden boat.

Because as long as it is in the air, it cannot move freely, which is equivalent to swooping over as a live target.

It's not the same underwater.

No matter how powerful the Xicheng style is, it can't solve the potential for such a turbulent river.

It's like you don't have any other props and just want to fish in a very fast river with a harpoon – you can't do it.

"How much longer?"

Xicheng asked the white mist god with his hands folded.

It's been five minutes since she'd started preparing the stand-in spell.

"Soon... Soon. ”

The White Mist Divine Son wiped the fine sweat from his face, and a look of extreme pain appeared on his white and pretty face.

Well?

"What are you doing?"

At a glance, Xicheng Shi saw the blood marks oozing from the abdomen of the White Mist Divine Son.

Over there... It seemed as if something was about to burst open her abdomen, squeezing out of her skin and flesh.

"It's a necessity for a stand-in spell, and it can't be stopped. But Shiki-kun... In fact, you can rest assured that this kind of scar, the immortal white mist can be repaired soon. Please don't stop me. ”

The White Mist Divine Son's face was a little pale.

She looked at Xicheng Shi, and she really felt that she was fulfilling her promise-

'I don't want to let Nishijo-style die here. ’

This sentence is not just words, she has indeed put it into action.

After all, Xicheng style is a friend in the true sense of her word, and stabbing herself twice for a friend is nothing in her opinion.

"I see."

Sensing the determination in her words, Xicheng nodded and did not continue to speak, while glancing in the direction of the wooden boat.

The front can be said to be a flat river, and with the eyesight of the dead qi bonus, Xicheng-style can see in an instant that something in front of him is exuding bright light.

That's probably where the three rounds are located.

He calculated a little in his heart.

About four minutes... It should be able to get there.

"How far is it?"

Just as Xicheng was pondering in his heart, the White Mist Divine Son also asked.

"About four minutes. I've seen the cave where the Miwa is stored. I'll get off the boat there later. ”

Xicheng Shi turned around and replied.

What the? It's only four minutes?

The pain was pressed by the White Mist Divine Son, and his brain spun rapidly.

It won't go on like this.

It's too slow!

The so-called stand-in spell is actually to pull out half of the essence of the secret flower in her body, and then use this half of the essence to make a 'path' that is interconnected with the Xicheng style - so that the overall ritual can be considered complete.

Although at present, the overall progress can be said to be speedy, but the White Mist Divine Son understands-

Four minutes is definitely not enough!

She looked at the back of the West Side.

At this time, the Nishijo style was intently observing the raging river.

It was clear that he was thinking about how to deal with the next onslaught of the skeleton.

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

Call...

She gasped.

Along the way, the West Side style can be said to take special care of itself.

Concentrate and look at each other.

Although he didn't say how accommodating he was, his simply awe-inspiring and straight forward attitude attracted the White Mist Divine Son.

In fact, the West Side style is so hard? Just hand yourself over to the Imperial God Society and lock him up in a small black room, and everything will be fine, and he won't have to fall into such a dangerous state of affairs.

At this point, the White Mist Divine Son actually felt that the other party was a little stereotyped - there were obviously so many mellow ways to get him out of his quagmire.

But...

"I really like this stereotyped personality."

The White Mist Divine Child muttered to himself.

This sentence is not only the idea of her, the Yamato Nadeshiko version of the White Mist Miko, but also the idea of the Ice Sculpture Beauty version of the White Mist Miko.

She had already said in front of Ryoko Okano that she was going to protect herself... This seed has been planted in my heart.

With these days of getting along, the seeds sprout and blossom.

He couldn't die in a place like this.

The White Mist Divine Son muttered quietly, and then raised his right hand.

The snow-white palm is inserted directly into the abdomen!

Poof!!

Blood splattered!

Slippery and warm blood seeped out between the fingers, quickly forming a small puddle.

"What are you doing?"

As soon as Xicheng Shi smashed the remains back into the water, he turned around and saw this scene of self-harm, and he couldn't help but speak.

"It's okay... It's okay, Shiki-kun. If you don't... None of us will survive. ”

The White Mist Divine Son endured the pain and waved his hand.

Next comes the key.

Her big black eyes were bloodshot, and her pretty face twitched with intense pain in her abdomen.

Poof——!

The snow-white palm went deep again.

She looked like she was checking something, her palms going back and forth in her abdomen, not knowing what she was looking for.

This move hurt others to watch, but she had no intention of stopping.

"Stop." Xicheng Shi grabbed the wrist of the White Mist Divine Son without hesitation, and his always calm voice was rarely mixed with anger: "You have always emphasized that you are the virtual personality of the White Misty Divine Son... But your behavior is no different from that ice sculpture fool. ”

The White Mist Divine Son also came out to help him block the knife at every turn.

Obviously, sometimes she doesn't need her to block the knife, but she still doesn't give up.

That's too much.

"Because both of them were originally me. In fact... This act of mine is also done by another person whom I allowed. ”

The White Mist Divine Son lowered his head, and his palms were already stained red with slippery and greasy blood.

And—

"I've found it."

She lifted her pale countenance, and the palm that had been inserted into her abdomen trembled and took it out.

On the blood-stained palms, there are not bloody organs, but shining with crystal colors, like a quiet blue flower like glass.

This bewitching flower trembled like a living creature in the palm of the White Mist Divine Son.

Every time it shuddered, a little bit of light chips would fall off it.

"It will take a little time for the Avatar Spell to form, until then, can you listen to me for a few words?"

The White Mist Divine Son spoke.

"......" Xicheng nodded and did not reply.

Silence is the best listener.

"The Flower of Secret Spirit..."

The White Mist Divine Son stared at the quiet blue flower, and a soft and weak voice came out of his mouth: "Maybe Shijun, you don't know, I've always resented it. It's not just the White Mist family who uses the Divine Son as a simple tool..."

"In the same way, I also resent the Secret Flower, I feel that this kind of thing is implanted in a person's body... Then it's not a person at all. It's plain weird. ”

Her snow-white face was stained with blood, and the huge gap in her abdomen was already healing.

Maybe as she said, after implanting the Secret Flower, she is no longer a human being, and she is leaning on the weird and supernatural side.

Holding the Secret Flower Spirit in his hand, it also slowly rotated and spiraled.

The dense flowers in the sky change shapes, revealing an incomparably magnificent beauty in the weirdness.

But—

"Should we say that women are fickle?" The White Mist Divine Son pulled out a smile, and the secret flower in his palm gradually formed a mysterious and quiet spell pattern.

She continued to whisper, "I'm starting to think now that it's great to have the ability to have the Flower of Secrets. At least this thing can help Shiki-kun. ”

As the White Mist Divine Son spoke, the mysterious and complicated incantation was completely formed in her hands.

"The Flower of Secrets Spirit... Want it to grow... It is not only my flesh that is devoured, but also the other half of my soul. ”

The white mist god son stretched forward his blood-stained palm, held the stand-in spell and handed it to Xicheng Shi, and laughed on his blood-stained cheeks:

"I gave you half of my soul, Shiki-kun. Please be kind to it. ”

"......" Xicheng style.

He looked up and held out his hand.

The stand-in spell ran down his arm and into his heart.

In an instant, Nishijo understood the use of this stand-in spell.

As long as he was willing, whether it was a fatal serious injury or a trivial minor injury, it could be transferred to the White Mist Divine Son.

And faintly, he could even feel the mood swings of the White Mist Divine Son through the stand-in spell.

I have to say that the White Mist family has done it thoroughly enough.

Transferring injuries, even Miko's mental state can be monitored... This is also too inhumane.

In their eyes, the Son of God is really just a tool man who simply provides substitute spells.

Xicheng Shi let out a breath and looked at the White Mist Miko: "I already know how to use the stand-in spell. ”

"Really?" The White Mist Divine Son showed a look of relief and joy: "That seems to be a success—"

"Still."

Before she could finish speaking, Xicheng Shi had already spoken.

"I'm not going to die."

These words made the White Mist Divine Son stunned at first.

Then she smiled and nodded, "Hmm." I know. ”

The White Mist Miko knew the meaning of the Xicheng-style words.

He said he wouldn't die... In other words, you don't need the power of the stand-in spell.

And there is no need for a stand-in spell, the implication is that the White Mist Divine Son does not have to die for him at all.

This person... Sometimes you can directly express what you want to say, but you have to use this kind of roundabout.

But it doesn't matter.

Shiki-kun is such a person.

Thinking of this, the White Mist Divine Son simply lay down on the wooden boat with no image.

The tearing pain in her abdomen hadn't gone away, and she had lost her strength from excessive blood loss.

It hurts...

The White Mist Divine Son couldn't stop muttering in his heart.

I don't know when I have a baby... Isn't it more painful than this?

......

Not only does the stand-in spell bring the ability to deflect injuries, but more importantly, it includes half of the soul of the White Mist Divine Son.

This sudden increase made the total amount of dead qi in the West City style break through from 110 points to 150 points.

This is equivalent to the Nine Imperial Mantras reaching the top, and it happened to be stuck at the door of the Ten Imperial Mantras.

But that's enough!

Compared to the time of the eight mantras, the nine mantras are undoubtedly easier to deal with the remains of these ten mantras.

Poof!!

Nishijo-shiki, armed with an axe condensed from the mist of the coffin, smashed it into the opponent's head.

The river made a huge splash again!

"This is the last time."

Xicheng dissipated the mist of the coffin, directly pulled up the white mist god who was lying on the boat and was panting, and jumped out of the wooden boat without hesitation and stepped on the river beach.

In front of me is a cave where the Miricycle is hidden, and now I have to abandon the ship and rush straight over.

The skeleton behind it is getting more and more agitated, and the recovery speed is getting faster and faster each time, as if trying to stop the Xicheng-style action.

All these signs seem to indicate that the three wheels in the depths of this misty abyss can influence it.

Looking at the glittering lights of the cave in front of him, Xicheng Shi rushed into it without hesitation!

And at this moment, the remains behind it have also been reborn, and it did not hesitate to follow the pursuit.

Seeing this scene, Xicheng Shi also held his breath in his heart.

If he can solve this goods after getting the three wheels, he will definitely press this goods to the ground and whip the corpse.

After all, after being chased for so long, even the Xicheng style is a little angry.

He made a sharp stop at his feet, and deftly dodged the opponent's flutter.

At the same time, a heavy hammer appeared under his hand, and he raised his hand to raise the sledgehammer.

That's a gap.

The other party flew in mid-air and was directly smashed into two by him.

Nishijo-shiki sighed.

Rao is also a little unbearable for such a huge consumption of physical strength and energy.

But... This will buy some time.

Thinking of this, Xicheng turned around and decisively rushed into the cave where the tricycle was hidden.

"Is this...?"

Nishijo stopped and began to scan around, looking for where Miwame's location was.

This cave is very large, roughly looking at about ten meters high, with a square circle in the middle, about more than 300 square meters.

There are obvious traces of man-made excavation in some places.

But none of this is important.

Nishijo-style looks inside the cave.

On the ground was an altar made of round stones.

The altar was raised one after another, and at the highest point of the altar was a stone as black as ink.

The stone was bound with a rope, and the round stones around the altar seemed to defend it.

"That's... Miwabi...? ”

Xicheng's fingers moved subconsciously.

That's too much of an exaggeration, isn't it?

Is this thing a three-wheeled order?

Could it be that your White Mist family master usually runs around with such a big stone?

That's.

He couldn't help but glance at the expression of the White Mist Miko.

The little face of the White Mist Miko was also confused and confused, and it was obvious that she didn't know why this kind of thing happened.

"Anyway, let's go ahead and have a look."

Xicheng-style opening.

"Ahh Good. ”

The White Mist Divine Son woke up like a dream, nodded and said.

Oh, yes...

Either way, you'll have to see what these three wheels are.