Can you conceive of a creature in human form squirming wildly towards you on all fours?

The White Mist Divine Son saw it.

Wildly wriggling, terrifying humanoid skeletons stomping on the ground rushed at them with almost indiscernible speed and deadly momentum!

The twisted and slender limbs climbed up the side stone wall in an instant, and then rushed up to the ceiling in an instant.

The blue and white twisted limbs kept squirming forward, and the rich resentment wrapped around the body, enough to make any normal person shudder.

"Hurry up! Shiki-kun! ”

The White Mist Divine Son opened his mouth.

Coming to catch up?

Xicheng Shi glanced sideways slightly, his eyes shrinking slightly.

He'd seen a lot of living bones along the way.

Ordinary animal corpses have stiff movements, and it is impossible to make such natural and smooth movements.

But this skeleton is markedly different.

Thinking so, he dodged the sharp black nails that the other party inserted into his head on the side of his head.

The opponent's nails are as sharp as knives, and they are so long that if they are inserted, they will probably be stabbed in the head.

It can't go on like this!

Xicheng squinted his eyes, flipped his other hand, and between his five fingers condensed a tough and sharp white silk thread composed of the mist of the coffin!

The White Mist Divine Son had obviously also seen the scene of the Xicheng style condensing the silk threads.

Although I don't know what Xicheng Shi intends to do, I still have to directly support him here.

She slapped her hands hard, her fingers were neatly closed, and then the shape of her hands changed, and Sen Sen's immortal white mist instantly formed a chain.

Crash!

Mori Bai's chain wrapped around the opponent's ankle in an instant.

Although this chain didn't last even a second before it shattered, the White Mist Divine Son still achieved his goal.

The skeleton itself is a four-legged run, and the body pauses for a moment, causing the other three legs to be unable to control the center of gravity and balance.

It was pulled straight to the ground, and its unbalanced body slammed into the stone steps due to inertia.

I have to say that the White Mist Divine Son has helped a lot.

Xicheng Shi glanced at her, and the movements under his free left hand were intertwined, and a large net of white silk threads was taking shape.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The sound of tumbling is also mixed with the sound of bone cracking.

When the White Mist Miko looked over, he found that the head of the corpse that had hit the ground had shown an abnormal bend of ninety degrees between his neck and his neck.

The hands and feet also took on an unnaturally twisted shape due to the huge inertia.

But the White Mist Divine Son didn't think it would be so easy to solve the problem!

She was caught under her armpit by the Nishijo style, her eyes staring at the remains of the Ten Imperial Spells not far behind.

Under the gaze of the White Mist Divine Son.

The body of the skeleton is distorted.

The immortal white mist she was all too familiar with emerged, swallowing the body of the living skeleton into it.

And then...

With a tingling of bones and the sound of bones bending and twisting that made people's scalps tingle, the remains of the White Mist Family Master rushed out of the immortal white mist.

Rushed up again with heavy and crazy steps!

Sure enough, it was completely restored to its original state!

White Mist Miko gritted his teeth, and for the first time he had the urge to swell his mouth.

This crow's mouth is really bad for whatever is bad!

The feeling of oppression came from behind him again.

The White Mist Divine Son took a deep breath and just wanted to raise his hand-

"White Mist, you get ready."

"Huh?"

The White Mist Divine Son, who was already ready to condense the chains again, was stunned.

Then she was thrown out by the West Side.

Yes?!

The White Mist Mizuko's eyes widened, and the condensed immortal white mist protected his thrown body, while looking at the Xicheng style that was blocking behind him.

In her sight, between her hands, there was a large net composed of mist silk threads, and the sharp silk threads shimmered with a cold luster!

In front of the Xicheng style, it is the remains of the Ten Imperial Spells that have rushed over!

The terrifying speed made its entire body look like a sledgehammer smashing into it.

If you get hit by the other party... It's going to be shattered.

In this regard, Xicheng just shook his palm, and then his body was sensitive to the right side, and while dodging the impact of the other party, he threw the white wire net in his hand into the air!

As if it had been rehearsed countless times, the remains of the Ten Imperial Spells crashed directly into the silk mesh condensed by the mist of the Xicheng-style use coffin.

The grid of silk threads condensed by the mist of the coffin was sharper than a knife!

At the same time as the frantic rush of the raw body plunged into it - the silk wire mesh cut into the flesh!

Poof! Poof! Poof!

Countless threads of silk cut into the black and smelly flesh, and filthy blood sprayed everywhere.

The skeleton struggled painfully in it!

This huge action made the Xicheng style who was clutching the big net let out a muffled snort.

He grabbed the other end of the wire net with both hands, although it was not so sharp here, but under the struggle of the opponent's tremendous strength, the silk thread also cut the tips of his five fingers.

Hum!

Xicheng's face remained unchanged, he stepped backwards under his feet, and pulled the big net away with both hands backwards!

Poof!!

The silk net is strained to death!

The flesh and blood of the corpse are constantly cut open under the action of increasing the intensity of the Xicheng style!

The rotten and purple tongue is cut into small square pieces of meat, and the eyeballs are cut so that they explode outward and reveal an unknown liquid!

Like a steel wire used to cut tofu, its body is being neatly formed into pieces of flesh and blood.

Screams and wails came from where the remains were, and it struggled frantically on the ground.

The pain in the heart oozed from between the fingers of the West Castle.

He gritted his teeth and kicked backwards again! Finger force!

Poof!!!

Plasma bursts!

Black blood rain! Falling!

Countless pieces of meat exploded, accompanied by a strong fishy smell.

The remains of the Ten Imperial Spells were actually cut into countless small pieces by the Nishijo-style like this!

The White Mist Divine Son was stunned.

She didn't expect that Xicheng-style would actually use the forward momentum and inertia of the living remains to set off directly into pieces.

Just as she was about to say something again, the Xicheng style had already dispersed the large net of the fog.

Without hesitation, he bypassed the piece of meat on the ground, and directly picked up the White Mist Divine Son lazily and rushed towards the depths of the underground palace.

"Huh? Shiki-kun? ”

It wasn't until the White Mist Mizuko was patted on the shoulder by the Xicheng style that she barely came back to her senses.

"What? Time to go. It should come back to life later, right? ”

Xicheng's voice said calmly.

If it were an ordinary resentful spirit, it would probably die directly if it was cut into such pieces.

But this one is different.

It can be resurrected from the dead, and it only takes a little more time to recover its original state.

I have to say.

It's a tricky ability.

You can't fight to the death, and it's difficult to go head-to-head... I killed it and resurrected it with my brain... Even if the White Mist family is gone, they still have such a difficult thing for themselves.

Xicheng shook his head.

Just as he was about to take a step down and continue exploring, the White Mist Divine Son let out an exclamation:

"Shiki-kun! You're hurt! ”

She looked at the cut between her five fingers, and her voice was distorted with worry.

Listening to the voice of the White Mist Divine Son, Xicheng Shi just turned his head sideways, feeling that she was making a little fuss:

"No big deal."

"How can it be that it's not a big deal!"

The White Mist Miko stared at Xicheng's palm.

The palms of the hands, between the fingers, the backs of the hands, the tiger's mouth... These places have deep wounds to the bone.

This can also be seen how terrifying the strength of the skeleton struggling in the net just now is.

"It's not a big deal."

The West Side style is emphasized again.

This is indeed not a major injury to him, the death qi has a healing effect, and it is estimated that it will not be long before his fingers will recover.

Compared to that-

Listening to the sound of the combination of sticky flesh and blood behind him, Xicheng-style took a step and continued to run down.

Seeing this, the White Mist Divine Son also followed.

"White Mist, let me ask you something." Xicheng Shi quickly descended the stone steps and said without looking back, "Is there a way to deal with this undead type of living remains over there?" ”

The White Mist Divine Son paused for a moment, pondered for a moment before replying:

"In my memory... There should be none. ”

"Really?"

Xicheng-style eyebrows raised.

Originally, he still had the idea that the bell must be tied to the bell, and he wanted to go to the secret flower to see if there was a way to subdue the immortal skeleton behind the uniform.

Now it seems that it is just his wishful thinking.

So what's next?

Xicheng couldn't help but furrow his eyebrows.

There's no solution to the Flower of Secrets, and this skeleton is blocking the way out...

"But there are still three wheels, and there should be a way to get them."

The voice of the White Mist Mizuko interrupted Xicheng-shi's thinking, and Xicheng-shi subconsciously glanced at her.

At this time, the White Mist Divine Son's expression was solemn, and he didn't mean to joke at all.

"Why do you think Miwa will work?"

Xicheng asked rhetorically.

"Intuition." The White Mist Divine Son was very serious: "In fact, I don't know the specific role of the three wheels, but I've only heard that the three wheels can see through the future... But maybe the three wheels have other roles besides seeing through the future? Maybe... Can it see through immortality? ”

"As a god son, I can guarantee that the Secret Flower has no way to deal with the remains behind it, and we can still gamble on the side of the three wheels."

Take a gamble.

Xicheng style groaned.

The words of the White Mist Divine Son were actually very convincing.

Anyway, the secret flower can already confirm that it can't solve the current problem, so it's better to take a gamble and put your hope in the three wheels.

I have to say that this little girl is really useful at critical times, and she doesn't make much trouble.

But—

Xicheng style opened:

"With the tricycle ... It must cost you your life, right? ”

"Uh..."

The White Mist Miko choked.

Because she is immortal, her death is worthless at all.

As long as Xicheng casually held a stand-in spell ceremony with her, he would be able to use the power of the three wheels at will, and death would be just the death of the White Mist Divine Son instead of him-

Although it may be a little cruel to the White Mist Divine Son, she has personally acquiesced to this result in her heart.

She had thought that the Nishijo Shiki would be vague about the topic, and then when she got to the place, she should successfully hold a stand-in spell ceremony with herself, and then get the three wheels.

But...

Nishijo-style doesn't seem to think so.

"I think this is something that needs to be discussed, and it can't be left to the point of being vague."

His black eyes stopped at the White Mist Miko, staring at her.

"Shiki-kun..."The White Mist Miko opened his mouth.

The White Mist Divine Son was silent for a while, and then he looked up and laughed and teased: "Could it be that Shiki-kun is worried about me?" ”

She wanted to ease the atmosphere, and at the same time hinted that Xicheng should stop talking about it.

But what she didn't expect was that Xicheng Shi actually nodded and said bluntly: "I really care about you." ”

Uh-

The topic is dead again.

The White Mist Divine Son took a deep breath and said with a smile in a relaxed tone as much as possible:

"Yes, the use of the three wheels requires death, but Shiki-kun, you don't have to worry, when the time comes, you can hold a stand-in spell ceremony with me, and I will die instead of you. Anyway, people like me... It doesn't matter how many times you die. ”

She spoke with ease, and with a smile on her face, but it made Xicheng's eyebrows furrow.

Even the White Mist Divine Son could see that Xicheng Shi was very dissatisfied with this answer.

After about ten seconds, Xicheng stopped and said calmly, "I'm not leaving." ”

Yes?!

The White Mist Divine Son was completely stunned at this moment.

She asked incredulously:

"Shijun, if you don't leave, it's possible that you're going to be with the remains of the Ten Imperial Spells behind..."

"Not bad. I'll stay and fight it to the death. ”

Xicheng nodded, his feet seemed to have roots, and he didn't move.

Ahem cough cough –

The White Mist Divine Child coughed several times in a row, and she looked at Xicheng in disbelief: "Shijun... Why...? ”

"First of all, I want you to know that, for whatever reason, life is life, and it's not something that is on the lips."

Xicheng Shi looked at the White Mist Divine Son: "Do you think that I will be very happy if you say something like 'Anyway, people like me, it doesn't matter if you die a few times?' ”

"Human life is a very precious thing, but White Mist, you don't seem to take your life seriously."

Yes.

Xicheng-style life is particularly precious? Is the life of the White Mist Divine Son not a life?

Even if the White Mist Miko could still be resurrected in the end, it would be absolutely unfair and cruel to her.

Why has Xicheng been reluctant to hold a stand-in spell ceremony with the White Mist Miko?

The reason is simple.

Xicheng treats her as a friend, and every time she dies, Xicheng doesn't feel happy.

This kind of stand-in spell, which is fundamentally unequal to one's friends, is completely disdainful of the arrogance in the bones of the West City.

If he really took advantage of the danger of people to hold this ceremony of the stand-in spell, then his Xicheng style is just the same nature as the bastards of the White Mist Family!

His personality is more of a steady type.

But this steady character is far from the extent that you have to rely on the life of a little girl to be born secretly!

Okay -

"I'm a man, too."

Xicheng said word by word.

This overly clean conclusion made the White Mist Divine Child completely stunned.

An indescribable emotion blocked her heart.

After a while.

She lowered her head and grabbed Xicheng's wrist.

The voice also came out—

"It's all the same, Shiki-kun."

The White Mist Divine Son raised his head and said seriously:

"I don't want you to die here either!"