Maybe he can really accept him as his son-in-law at that time.

With such a capable son-in-law, she would not have to worry about the rest of her life.

Now I don’t act as a light bulb for now and wait for them here.

Xicheng style is not a god, so he naturally didn't notice the meaning of Baiwu Deep Snow.

Of course, even if he noticed it, he probably won't care much.

Xicheng style is to have a good impression of the White Fog Godson, but that is a good impression of friends.

If the ceremony is really held, it would be fine to let him be responsible to the God of White Mur.

But the problem is that nothing happened between him and the God Son of White Mist.

So just treat it as a friend with good relationships.

Xicheng Style lifted the wooden floor according to memory, and the black secret passage was displayed in the eyes of the White Mist God Son and his eyes.

He first used a flashlight to shoot inside, but did not find something wrong before speaking:

"Let's go."

"OK."

Bai Wu Shenzi nodded and followed closely behind Xichengshi.

This secret passage is about two meters wide and is probably only two meters high. It can be said to be narrow and small.

You can also feel from the steps that are descending step by step that they are walking down.

Lift the flashlight from the Xicheng-style angle and shine it downwards. Only the stone steps that are almost elusive are visible.

The lonely stone steps and the feeling of depression make people feel particularly unpleasant.

This psychological burden will continue to accumulate while walking.

But - this is nothing to the West City style.

What he cared about the most was the bloodstains under his feet.

This blood mark should be the blood mark of the Baiwu family leader who was found in the Buddhist temple before.

You can clearly see the blood marks clearly left on the stone steps under your feet and extending intermittently downwards.

It seems that the head of the Baiwu family did enter the underground palace to find the secret flower as he speculated.

"White mist."

Xichengshi took his eyes away from the blood marks and said hello.

"I'm here, Shijun, is there anything wrong?" Bai Wu Godzi, who was scanning the surroundings, turned his head and asked.

"I want to ask, if someone dies next to the Flower of Secret, what kind of corpse will he become in the end?"

This is a problem that Xicheng style has always cared about.

The corpse of the living beings eroded by low concentration of immortal white mist outside is already very powerful.

If I die next to the Flower of Secret...

Well--

When Bai Wu Shenzi heard this question, his face tightened directly. She asked in a hurry:

"...Why do you ask this question like this? Shijun?"

"The head of your Baiwu family may have come to this place to seek help from the Flower of Secrets when the Baiwu family was in turmoil. But he seems to have failed in the end."

Xicheng style hits the flashlight on the ground.

The dazzling blood mark jumped into the eyes of the White Mist God Son.

"..." The son of the White Mist.

She took a deep breath and said with a serious look: "I don't know much about the specificity. But if it was the dead bones next to the Secret Flower... it would probably be several times stronger than the ordinary bones... After all, the number of eroded by the immortal white fog is not at the same level. According to the strength of the previous head of the family... Conservatively, it is estimated that it has already been the Ten Emperors of the Imperial Curse."

As he said that, the God of White Mur rubbed his eyebrows and said with some concern:

"And because of the rich immortal power of the Secret Flower... Maybe the life bones born will also have the same "immortal" ability as me."

The strength of the Tenth Curse!

And he also has the ability to die!

To be honest, I already wanted to leave here and wait for support when I heard these Xicheng styles.

but--

"It seems that the other party won't let us leave so easily."

Xichengshi turned his head, and his eyes condensed with death energy, looking behind the son of Baiwu.

"ah?"

Feeling the Xicheng-style gaze, the White Mist Godson subconsciously turned his head.

Next moment—

Bang!!!

In the dark, unimaginable terrifying wind pressure came to your head.

If you get hit by this one-

The God Son of Baiwu had even foresaw the scene of his head being smashed to pieces.

But the next second-

Her body was pulled apart by Xicheng Style first, and at the same time, a long shield composed of death breath and coffin mist was blocked in front of her.

Bang!!!

A dull sound.

Xicheng style hugged the White Mist God Son and rolled down the stone steps quickly.

Fortunately, the Xicheng Style has long used the coffin mist to protect itself and slowed down the impact.

After about ten stone steps rolled over, Xicheng Style and Baiwu God Son barely stopped.

The two of them looked up and looked at the terrifying figure who appeared behind them at some point.

It was a middle-aged man wearing a black hunting suit.

The blue and white skin, empty, black eyes without white eyes, and the resentful and gloomy eyes shot out from under the dry hair.

"It seems you've called it, Bai Wu."

Xichengshi supported the ground with one hand, and the cold dead aura in his eyes gathered, then he continued: "This should be the life bones of the head of the Baiwu family...the Ten Imperial Curse."

"If you can, I don't want to say that it's so accurate." Bai Wu Shenzi took a deep breath and then looked at Shin Nishiro: "Shijun, it's true that he still has to be dealt with here--ah!"

Before she could finish her words, Xichengshi hugged her directly from the ground and ran downwards.

"Shijun?!"

The Godzi of Baiwu widened his eyes, and he never expected that such a reckless Xicheng style would choose to retreat here.

"This corridor is too narrow. We have no chance of winning when we fight head-on. We need to find a wider place."

Xicheng style simply analyzed.

"...You're right. But-"

The first half of the sentence of the God of Wu Bai still agrees with the Xicheng style, but the second half is no longer spoken.

She stuttered a little and pointed behind her:

"It...is here!"

Yes.

Where the White Mist God Son looks at—
Chapter completed!