Kitakawa Temple looks at the Xicheng style.

If the other party has made a decision, he will never say a word.

"I'll think about it again." Xichengshi responded: "If we really cannot solve the two hundred people's grudges, I will go to Huangquan and release the soul thoughts accumulated by Hecai's family."

Now that we are not at the end of our lives, we can't use this method for the time being.

And everything needs to be tried. What if one or two hundred people are solved by them?

Xicheng style is not a person who does not care about his life. Even if he wants to go to Huangquan, he has to wait until he can't solve the two hundred people's grudges before trying.

"I get it, then do that."

Kitakawaji did not force Xicheng to make any choice, he answered wisely.

After all, from the perspective of Xicheng, it is normal for him to make such a choice.

As for the Sasahara Yuki next to it...

Since Xicheng style cannot make any moves for the time being, Xicheng Qiansa is temporarily asked to take care of her.

certainly.

Xichengshi did not tell Bai Wu Shenzi and Xicheng Qiansha about the soul thought of Hee family hidden in the underworld.

Then, at eleven o'clock in the evening—

hold head high!!!!!

A terrifying and twisted scream came from the seal of the Blossom Temple.

It seems that some situations have occurred in the seal repair.

Xicheng Style suddenly walked out of the tent, but before he could walk to the temple, he could already hear the voice of the God Son of Baiwu.

"Shijun."

The white mist son, who looked dusty, limped out of the Blossom Temple.

"What's wrong? Son of God?"

Looking at the appearance of the White Mist Godson, Xicheng style walked over and asked in two steps.

The God of White Mur inhaled deeply, then his expression slowed down barely and he said the result.

"I have tried my best, Shijun, but the barrier still cannot be repaired."

She reached out and wiped the sweat on her face: "We sealed and repaired this group, which had been repaired to about 75%, but after 75, the seal spell was completely rewritten in another form... The explosion just now was repaired incorrectly, which caused Huangquan to have some restless sound."

Rewrited by another way...

Hearing this sentence, Xichengshi thought of the Xicheng family rewriting the seal spell.

This Xicheng family will cause trouble for him.

Xicheng style shook his head.

"I had already tried my best to crack the seal spell of Hee's family. Now I have to add another brand new spell... I have no time."

When the God of White Mur can't continue to speak, tears flow out immediately.

She has indeed tried her best.

The seal spell of Heqiu's family was almost cracked by her own efforts.

But who knows that there will be a mistake in the last twenty-five percent?

"Okay, Son of God, you have done your best."

Xicheng style patted Bai Wu Shenzi on the shoulder and signaled that she didn't have to care too much.

If you work hard, you may not succeed. Everyone has this kind of thing.

Moreover, the matter of seal repair is a difficult task. The White Mist God Son can repair it to 75%... This is already a very amazing ability.

"I still have to work hard."

The son of Baiwu gritted his teeth and said.

If the seal is repaired successfully, there is no need to watch the Xicheng style fight against the terrifying two hundred people's vengeful spirit... no matter what, she has to try it.

"...You don't have to force yourself anymore."

Xicheng style subconsciously spoke up.

yes.

It should be difficult to continue this. Even if the God of White Mur will work hard, it will probably be in vain in the end.

but--

"You let me force myself this time, Shijun."

The white mist god twitched his nose and looked at Xicheng style very seriously.

This is the first time that the God of White Murch has shown this expression.

Generally, she is in a weak position when facing Xicheng style, but this time she wants to stick to her own point of view.

Whether it works or not... she has to give it a try.

She must succeed.

“...Okay.”

Xicheng Style did not continue to persuade.

Since this is the choice of the God Son of Baiwu, it is not easy for Xicheng style to continue to interrupt.

He watched the White Mist Godson return to the Blossom Temple, and at the same time he pinched Nizawa Baoyu under his wrist.

Everything... depends on tomorrow's situation.

......

The next day at noon.

According to the report of the Seal Repair Group of the Blossom Temple, the seal repair finally stayed at a little over 86%.

The White Mist God Son obviously tried his best, but even so, he could not repair all the seals.

Reality

"Since that's the case, there's nothing to do."

Kitakawaji looked at Huangquan who was about to move in front of him, and his eyes narrowed.

Since the seal repair failed, then we can only fight with two hundred vengeful spirits next.

Everyone retreated from the Blossom Temple and opened a long distance.

"Sorry... Shijun, I..."

Looking at the Xicheng style standing in front, the White Mist Godzi wiped the sweat from his face and lowered his head.

"It's okay, you've tried your best."

Xicheng style said calmly.

He can't tease a little girl who works hard for him wholeheartedly, right?

Since the son of Baiwu has worked hard, the next one-

"Leave it all to me."

Xicheng style patted the shoulder of the God of Wu Baiwu and added: "Get out of here quickly and save your energy. When you solve the two hundred people's grudges, you still need to set up a seal again."

This is also a prescribed arrangement.

If the seal repair fails, then more than 30 people who repaired the seal will retreat to the safe area. When the two hundred people in the Hochou Shrine are resolved, they will go to the Hualing Temple to set up a new seal and suppress all the restless Huangquan back.

"Yeah..." Bai Wu Shenzi looked at the stable expression of Xicheng style and nodded subconsciously.

She originally planned to watch Xichengshi leave like this, but soon, she had a uncomfortable feeling, so she hurriedly grabbed Xichengshi's arm and suddenly looked up and asked:

"Shijun, you won't do anything dangerous, are you?"

"It is a dangerous thing to fight against two hundred people."

A simple reply to Xicheng style.

This sentence blocked the son of Baiwu.

yes...

It is a dangerous thing to fight with two hundred people's grudges... Then why do I have such a bad premonition?

"Then...Shijun, come on."

The White Mist Godzi let go of his hand, as if he was encouraging Xicheng style, and as if he was encouraging himself.

"Well. I will fight forever to come back."

Xicheng style nodded, reached out and touched Baiwu Shenzi's head, and turned around and left.

And shortly after he left-

Rumble!!!

With the Blossom Temple as the center, the surroundings were trembling.

The restless Huangquan is ready to move, the next moment—

Bang!!!

A huge explosion came from the front.

At the same time, the strong daytime and huge sound waves that almost blinded the eyes of the White Mist God Son.

The dazzling white light quickly disappeared.

Under the eyes of the White Mist God Son and everyone.
To be continued...