The slender and delicate body rushed over and the skeleton like a big truck... is simply incomparable!

But this should be enough time to gain!

She closed her eyes, condensed all the immortal white mist, and hit her head!

Why?

The expected pain did not come.

The God of White Mur opened his eyes and found that the ten-monstered skeleton had simply bypassed her!

"How is that possible!?"

Could it be that Shijun poses too much threat to it?

It actually made it have such anthropomorphic action!

Under the gaze of the God Son of White Mist.

Bypassing her body with unstoppable force, she directly hit the Xicheng style, which was still placing her hand on the dark round stone.

Bang!!!

Earth moves!

Mountain Shake!

The stones exploded!

The dust shook off! It covered the sight of the White Mist God Son.

"Shijun!"

The white mist god's eyes shrank.

She didn't expect this situation at all.

And why didn’t the substitute spell on my body be activated? Shouldn’t the death of Xicheng-style be transferred to me through the substitute spell?

Why are you not doing anything?

Could it be that the substitute spell will be invalid during the process of inheriting the three-wheeled items?

The White Mist God Son conceived more than a dozen possibilities in an instant, but each possibility made her unable to remain optimistic.

The terrifying and twisted Ten-Yu Guisheng Skeleton... Its strength is enough to crush the Xicheng style into meat paste...

hold head high!!!

The sound of the broken and twisted body is deafening.

When he heard this sound, the Baiwu Godzi's feet were a little weak and weak.

The life is still there...there is no movement in the West City style...

This is basically certain that Xicheng Style is dead, right?

Her eyes were red, but she kept standing.

"Shijun! I will definitely avenge you! No matter how many times I die!"

The son of the White Mist has decided to fight to the death.

Anyway, you can't let the one who kills Xicheng style skeleton inside be easier!

Then--

Bang!!!!!!

The strong wind exploded!

The dust was swept away in an instant.

At the same time, it was a living bone that flew back without any resistance!

Because the life skeleton almost flew backwards against the face of the God Son of White Mist.

She could even see the fear on the other person's distorted face.

Well...

fear?

Will you still be afraid of your own bones?

this...

No, right! I should not think about this now!

The son of the White Mist turned to look at the place where the black round stone was.

I saw Xicheng style standing in place, scarlet blood dripping along my chin, and all the black tattoos on my skin had disappeared.

But none of these are particularly important.

The most important thing is...

A mysterious spell that is looming in Xicheng style's eyes.

The three-wheeled spells that are like petals are slowly turning.

Just being stared at by the tricycle, the White Mist Godson seemed to feel like he was seen through the whole body.

This is really a critical moment...

Xicheng Style breathed, unable to help but reach out to wipe the blood from his face.

His hands were sucked by dark rocks and could not move until the end.

"Shijun!"

The son of Baiwu came to Xichengshi.

"Well. Thank you for your hard work, let me leave it next."

Xicheng style nodded.

"Next to Shijun...this...although I have obtained the three-wheeled order...I'm the Nine Emperor's Mantra...what is your tenth Emperor's Mantra?!"

The son of the White Mist was shocked.

Before accepting her half of her spirit, Nishicheng Shi was the strength of the Eighth Imperial Curse.

After accepting it, the Nine Imperial Mantra is almost the same as the Tenth Imperial Mantra...

And after inheriting the three-wheeled zodiac sign... Is there already the Ten-Directional Curse?

The speed of increasing the level is like riding a rocket, which is too fast, right?

But even so—

"We still have to cooperate." Bai Wu Shenzi said worriedly: "Although there are three-wheeled emblems to help, the other party is also the skeleton of the Ten Curse, and the ability to resurrect. It should not be underestimated. If you don't make trouble, Shijun will be replaced by the other party for several lives."

We should win more steadily!

She wanted to express this.

After all, the life of the Ten Curse is a particularly terrifying and distorted existence.

Then--

The God of White Mist was just a flash in front of him, and then he saw the tenth imperial curse's body being grabbed by Xicheng style...

The dead air bursts out!

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The sound of the dull and solid body colliding with the stone wall sounded.

Once! Again!

Black liquid splashes!

The skeleton was like a broken sack, and was pushed towards the ground by Xicheng style, and the rock wall was smashed!

Um???

The God of White Mist was watching from the side and couldn't help swallowing.

This...is something is wrong.

How did you get a three-wheeled item? Shi Jun was like a different person, and he made the Ten-Yu Guizhi Shengshen that he had just chased him and others into this way?

Sheng Jian let out a miserable scream, and fear appeared in Huo Tan's eyes.

Because the West City Style has already pulled its feet off!

He threw the limbs connected to the flesh and blood aside.

The scene is extremely bloody and cruel!

"Shijun...n Do you want help..."

The Godson of Baiwu was about to speak.
To be continued...