"Is it true that the place where the son of the Baiwu family is buried is different?"

Xicheng Style took a look and kept flapping its wings, but she didn't dare to get close to the eagle-shaped skeleton near the cave.

This conclusion is not difficult to draw.

The twisted faces that they bond with birds' bodies are all creepy and numb and malice.

This expression seemed to want to chew the White Mist God Son below and eat it into his stomach.

But even with such a terrifying expression, they would not have the intention of attacking Xicheng.

Then it is easy to know that it is the reason for this first tomb.

Maybe something exists here... makes the living bones in the sky feel scared.

but--

"That's just right."

The white coffin mist and dead air quickly creeped into a sharp javelin.

Carrying the javelin that was filled with white mist and dead energy, Xicheng style wrist raised, lifted her left foot, and stepped on the center of gravity behind her right foot, showing the athlete's action of shooting the javelin.

The goal is three hundred meters away.

Xicheng style visually measured the distance.

Next moment!

The forearm and the upper arm are twisted together, and all the strength in their body is transmitted to the right arm, and then to the wrist.

Taking advantage of this force, Xicheng-style wrists drove the physical javelin in his hand and threw it out at the skeleton in the air.

call out!!!

The harsh sound of breaking through the air.

The javelin nailed several eagle-shaped skeletons in the air in just one moment.

The smelly black liquid splashed everywhere.

very good.

Xicheng style nodded in his heart.

In this way, you don’t have to be disturbed by these bones when climbing the rock wall.

Thinking of this, the mist of the coffin emerged from his hands again.

The javelin is constantly condensed.

He kept aiming these javelins at the eagle-shaped skeletons in the air and threw them out.

For a moment, the sound of ghosts and wolves howling everywhere.

These eagle-shaped skeletons made annoyed and angry resentful cry, and their already very distorted expression became even more distorted and terrifying.

But even so—

They can only yell.

Apart from that, they have no choice but to use the Nishi Castle style located in the first tomb.

Especially these corpses are not intelligent, and they are only left to be attacked in this way as live targets for Xicheng style.

After almost two minutes, Xicheng style rubbed his wrists and raised his head.

There is no eagle-shaped skeleton in the field of vision.

In this way, there will be no big problem.

Xichengshi picked up the White Mist Godzi and glanced at the entrance of the first tomb.

He did not intend to take risks, and was preparing to climb the rock wall directly back to the mountain road to the top of the fog peak.

But--

I always feel like I'll come back.

Xicheng style shook his head and threw this idea out of his mind.

He didn't hesitate and took out the mountaineering pickaxe that had been prepared long ago from his leggings.

The remaining dead energy is about thirty o'clock. If you use the spiritual tool "Mist of the Coffin" on this basis, it will cost more.

So, can you save a little or a little bit here.

There is no need to elaborate on the process of climbing the rock wall. After all, the Xicheng-style body has been strengthened by death, so it is not particularly difficult to climb such uneven rock walls.

It is only worth mentioning that during the climbing process, the White Mist God Son tied to his back also woke up because of the shaking.

When she saw herself hanging on the edge of a cliff, the little girl's reaction was also very realistic - she hugged Xicheng style tightly, then exclaimed, her body trembled, and she fainted softly.

"It's almost night..."

Xicheng style pinched a strong flashlight and swept his eyes everywhere.

He has seen it in some information from the Guangji Society and the Gods Society.

The spirit field is also called the spiritual realm.

In some large spiritual realms, there will also be changes in weather and time.

However, the physical rules here cannot be simply calculated. It may be as hot as summer, or as cold as winter as white fog.

But one thing is certain.

That's near the night.

The closer you get to another fountain, the hidden world.

In such a harsh environment, Xicheng Style naturally does not think about continuing to act.

In addition, the death energy has not yet recovered.

So Xicheng Style planned to find a Baiwu Buddhist Temple to spend the night.

He held the bright light flashlight in his hand and swept it four times.

In front of me is a mountain road that has not been repaired at all.

Dried branches were everywhere, and there were feces of unknown things, and corpses lying along the mountain road, covered with mud and water.

These corpses with blue skin were frozen hard and hard, and their faces were full of fear and reluctance.

besides...

Xicheng style lowered his body and looked at the ground with his eyes.

Here...there are messy footprints...

These should be the footprints of the living bones awakened by the power of immortality.

"It seems that it's not that simple to go up the mountain."

Xicheng Style stood at the bottom and raised his head.

before.

The mountains of Wufeng covered by thick white snow mist appear faintly.

There are shrill crying-

It is coming out of it.

......

Outside the Morimiyayama Spirit Field.

"Are most of the believers of the Tokyo Eternal God Association arrested? Very good... just follow this momentum."

Ryoko Kawano looked through the information in her hand and felt that it was more comfortable than drinking ice coke in the dog days of summer.

No wonder she is so happy.

After all, the Koji Society and the Ninja Society in Tokyo have always been two thorns stuck in the throat of the Japanese police. If they did not pull out these two thorns, Ryoko Kane would only feel that she would not be able to eat well and sleep.

Pick.

She closed the file folder and looked at Morimiya Mountain, which was already shrouded by the smoldering sunset behind her.

"This is also thanks to the boy from West City."

Yes.

Originally, the arrest plan needed to be gradual, but due to the Nishiki-style transfer of Shiraki-jiko to Akita Prefecture in time, most of the members of the Yongji Club who went to Tokyo were lost. At the same time, these failed members also gave the police a better chance to arrest.

I don’t know how many big fish can be drawn in this net.

But--

"You can't take it lightly."

Ryoko Kono muttered to herself.
To be continued...