The Holy Shrine is sealed.

"This is the sealed area..."

The son of Baiwu looked at the huge space in front of him with a serious look.

This space is about the size of three basketball courts, surrounded by the red pillars of the shrine. A white tiles are connected to the red pillars of these shrines, and a faint blue spell is left on the surface of the floor.

These spells are complicated and complicated, and all kinds of strange spells are shining with light.

But most of the spells have basically lost their luster, and a large part of them are missing in the middle.

Just standing here, you can feel that although the spells on the ground play their final role, they are equivalent to the end of a powerful crossbow.

At the front of his sight was the huge hole dug squarely, and the White Mist Godzi stood on the edge and looked inside.

I saw a scarlet light and irregular crack in the square hole.

The smell of the underworld pouring out from it makes people feel cold and unhappy.

But the most important thing is not just that.

In the irregular crack there was a round and wriggling ball of light.

The surface of the light ball is full of spells, but it seems that it will break through the constraints of the light ball seal in the next moment.

From this, the son of Baiwu can feel powerful resentment.

"Is that what Shi Jun said about the hundred-person resentment spirits...?"

It's indeed a terrifying resentment.

Even through the seal, the White Mist God Son felt dangerous to be killed in the next second.

You should know that she is the Seventh Curse and has an immortal body... In a sense, she is stronger than many people present.

But even she felt unable to resist...

"If the seal cannot be repaired, you can only fight this kind of thing..."

The God of White Murch was a little afraid to think about it.

If you use this kind of thing as your opponent, even Xicheng style will probably not be able to escape unscathed.

The son of Baiwu subconsciously took two steps back and stared at the crack of the Yellow Springs with his eyes.

Just like the heart.

The cracks in the yellow spring squirm and contract... are like living things.

"Hu..." Bai Wu Shenzi closed his eyes and then patted his face hard.

She finally felt pressured.

If the seal cannot be repaired, you can only watch the Xicheng style fight with such things head-on.

After all, Xicheng style is the twelve imperial spells, and the same Kitagawa Temple as him is probably the same, and will only serve as the main force.

Thinking of this, the God of Baiwu felt that he was under a heavy pressure.

Let the West City adventure fight that kind of thing...

"We have to come on!"

The son of Baiwu greeted the more than thirty people responsible for the repair of the seal and began to fight against the seal.

Repairing seals is actually a very difficult thing.

This is not because the "ancient seal" used by the hukou family, but because the broken mirror is difficult to reconnect.

Repairing the seal from the original damaged is equivalent to returning a broken mirror to its original appearance... This is a very difficult thing.

And erasing all the old seals and replacing them with new seals - this is relatively simple.

But if you do this... the suppressed hundred people will be released.

So the White Mist God Son wanted to block the broken hole no matter what.

But somewhere... a small black figure quietly passed by.

......

"This is our last line of defense against the vengeful spirits of a hundred people. If we are solved, the new seal will not be strengthened, and the breath of the yellow spring will pour out from the cracks."

Xicheng style made the final summary, and looked at the densely packed excommunicators behind him:

"Do you have any ideas?"

quiet--

Perhaps the strength of the Twelve Imperial Spells in Xicheng style suppressed these people, so no one jumped out to sing the opposite tune.

"Then I have already introduced the specific situation of the Hose Shrine. Please do what you can."

Xicheng style spoke.

He did not make specific staffing.

After all, there are so many people present, even if he makes adjustments to the organization, it is difficult to guarantee that there will be people who will change their minds at that time.

The human heart is the most unpredictable thing, and Xicheng Shi does not think that the strength of his twelve spells can really make so many people obey their orders.

So it's better to let them do what they can.

After giving the last thing instructed, Xichengshi turned to Kitakawaji, who had not spoken next to him.

It can be seen that Kitakawaji must be a little tired.

After all, he would pay attention to the broken seal for a whole day. If the activation is not complete, he would need to be activated with his dead energy.

As one goes up and down, it is not easy for him to persevere until now.

As soon as the other party saw Xichengshi finished speaking, he walked up: "Xicheng, I have something to talk to you."

"good."

Xicheng style nodded.

Obviously, Kitagawaji wanted to talk to him elsewhere.

The two of them came to a quiet and lonely path.

The nearby path has been occupied by dense tents.

After all, there is a possibility of unsealing the seal at any time, so naturally I can only sleep here.

Radio stations are even set up outside for contact.

If the spirit extermination fails, the official forces will be dispatched to evacuate the residents of Wakayama Prefecture.

As for the army...

The damage caused by modern firearms to vengeful spirits can be ignored... This is like a natural enemy.

Resentful spirits can only be driven away by soul thoughts, and physical means can only be said to be auxiliary.

"I have been patrolling the Hokka Shrine these two days... You should know this, right?"

Kitakawa Temple opened its mouth.

"Yes." Xicheng style nodded.

"Then, I found this."

Kitakawaji said, looking in the other direction.

Xichengshi was stunned and subconsciously glanced in the direction he was looking at.

I saw a small figure walking over from outside.

The other party's right hand had no skin, and the blood-red muscles were exposed, as if they were seriously scalded.

"Yuosahara?"

That's right, the person who came here was Yuki Sasahara.

She was blinking at this moment, looking at the surrounding environment curiously.

"Why are you here?" Nishikishi didn't expect to see Yuki Sasahara in this place.

"Uh..." When Yuki Sasahara heard this question, she couldn't help but touch her little head with her hand. After a while, she asked in a difficult time: "Yes? Why am I here?"

"Don't answer questions with questions."

Nishiki-shi reached out and knocked on Sahara Yuki's head.

His tone was a little bad.

This is the Hose Shrine, and the scent of the scent may burst out in the next moment.

"But...I don't know either."

Yuki Sasahara touched his head: "I was asleep at home. When I came to my senses, I was already on the tram. The ticket to the end was here..."

She was a little confused.
To be continued...