She seemed to notice Xicheng-style gaze, so she raised her head and looked at him without any hesitation.

Her beautiful eyes looked at Xicheng Style for a long time, and a bright smile appeared.

Then, the Godzi Baiwu paused, reached out and rubbed his eyes, showing an expression of not touching his head.

She raised her beautiful eyes strangely and glanced at Xicheng Style, and asked in a weird tone:

"What's wrong? Shijun? Staring at me like this?"

Seeing that she didn't know what was going on, Xicheng Shi told the son of Baiwu about what happened just now.

"I hate it, Shijun."

Shiraki Godzi waved his hand and said naturally: "Don't I always look like Yamato Satsuko?"

"No." Xicheng-style tone replied in a plain manner.

He didn't know where this guy got his confidence, but this confidence was undesirable, so he certainly had to deny it.

"...Forget it." Bai Wu Shenzi was choked to death by his words, and simply turned his head out of anger.

She clearly really feels that she belongs to Yamato Shizuko!

"Stay going."

Xicheng style didn't bother to pay attention to her, so she walked forward along the road by herself

To be honest, the entire Misty Hidden Valley is not large.

However, everything is trapped in the white fog, and it is difficult to even see things. In addition, various monsters formed by living bones are attacking from time to time, so the speed of forward advance is very slow.

Fortunately, there are always stone dizang on both sides of the road that is similar to the road signs to guide the Xicheng style, so there is no such thing as taking the wrong path.

"But it's still too slow."

The lusty white mist condensed into sharp spikes in the five fingers of Xicheng style, directly piercing through the brain of a dog-shaped skeleton.

Blood clots were scattered everywhere, and dirty blood fell on the ground and made a 'sizzling' sound.

Xicheng style swept the blood in his hand clean, controlling the dead air to absorb the black air that radiated from the air.

These living bones and vengeful spirits belong to different types of existences, but the dead energy can also absorb black energy from them and strengthen it.

Moreover, the living bones of the same level bring much more black air than the resentful spirits.

For example.

If the death energy unit he had before was 89 points, then the death energy he had now reached 95 points.

According to Xicheng style's estimate, almost 115 death points should be the level of the Nine Emperor's Curse.

It is conceivable how much these living bones have improved the West City style.

It wouldn't be a big problem if I could reach the level of the Nine Emperor's Spell like this...

But the Xicheng style clearly feels that the higher the capacity of the dead energy, the more weird things you have to kill.

After 95 points of the death energy unit, he will kill these four imperial curses again, and the improvement of the five imperial curses will not be particularly great.

"But it's still too slow."

Xicheng style frowned.

The most important thing to put the matter of killing monsters and improving strength aside is the current situation.

The white mist covers the road and the progress is slow.

Is there any way to dispel the vast fog?

Just as Xicheng style was thinking like this, a sad female choking sound suddenly came from the front right.

The fuzzy and twisted sound is extremely terrifying.

The atmosphere... gradually became something wrong.

It seemed like a burning smell came from the front.

The air was filled with cold white mist.

It made the son of Baiwu dizzy.

She stood there and gasped for a while, then subconsciously grabbed Xicheng-style shoulders with her hands.

This way... I feel a little relieved.

She breathed in a relaxed breath

But...for some reason, the burnt smell became stronger.

Then--

"White mist?"

A Xicheng-style voice came from behind her.

"Why?"

The God of White Mist was a little stunned.

This...is something is wrong.

Since Xicheng style is behind you—

Whose shoulder is he climbing?

Bai Wu Shenzi swallowed his throat and felt his scalp numb and his hair suddenly rose!

She subconsciously raised her head—

The purple-rotted eyes stared at him motionlessly...

The chin that was simply cut by a knife.

But the most eye-catching thing is indeed half of the body with a large area of ​​burn.

The black and gray skin pulls the fishy shredded pork.

It was not until this time that the son of Baiwu finally understood.

No wonder...
Chapter completed!