Snowflakes fell one after another.

The ropes on the wooden bridge were frozen hard and covered with ice cones.

Opposite this rope wooden bridge is the mountain road to Wufeng...

In this case—

"I'm not afraid! I'm not afraid at all!"

The voice of the White Mist God Son sounded behind the Xicheng style.

"I know you're not afraid. But if you hug me so tightly, I'll throw you off the bridge."

Xicheng style tone, who was stepping on the wooden bridge, said in a cold tone.

There was no way, the guy Bai Wu Shenzi used a little too much strength, which made him feel uncomfortable in breathing.

"Woo-No! Shijun! I am obedient! I am very obedient! Don't throw me away! I'm particularly scared now!"

When he heard Xicheng-style words, the son of Baiwu couldn't help but choked up.

Her eyes were full of tears, her mouth sagged, and she buried her head with great sadness, and she didn't dare to exert so much force on her hands.

There is no way, the fear of acrophobia is not something she really doesn't fear if she shouts slogans.

The West City style moves forward step by step.

The wooden boards under their feet made a creaking moan, and the connected wooden ropes next to them were also shaking.

Fortunately... although there are the above-mentioned unstable factors, Xicheng Style still walked smoothly to the middle of the wood cable bridge.

As long as there is nothing wrong with the next road, there shouldn't be much problem-

That's what Xicheng Style thought.

But there will always be more inexplicable changes in life.

He raised his head and looked at the gray sky above his head.

A strange and terrifying scream came from the top of my head.

Under the sight of Xicheng, the human head and eagle body swooped down towards him.

It is hard to imagine what the immortal power is, which can stitch the human body and the animal body without any difference...

The more I explore it, the more I seem to discover... the secret hidden behind Bai Wu's family.

The human head eagle's skeleton was obviously aimed at the Xicheng style. Its body swept downwards, and its black and yellow teeth were even aimed at the Xicheng style head and bit it hard!

Bang!!!

Xicheng style kicked the opponent away with one foot, then grabbed the opponent out of thin air with his right hand, and the white coffin mist squeezed into a sharp pale javelin.

In order to ensure lethality, he also mixed his death energy into it.

The eyes of Xicheng style were shining with cold light.

Bending your arms and stepping on your feet.

Then!

The arms were spread flat, and the Javet of the Coffin Mist Javet, with strong inertia and the strength of Xicheng Style, directly pierced the chest of Shengshen, who was staggering by Xicheng Style's kick just now.

Jijijijiji!!!

Blood explodes!

A powerful force shot it directly from mid-air and nailed it to the surface of the rock wall.

The God of White Mist looked at all this and widened her beautiful eyes.

She knew that the West City style was very powerful.

But she never thought that the West City style was so powerful.

After all, Xicheng Style either tear apart the skeletons that pounced on you all the way, or kicked them together...

Like the scene of a pale javelin just now, she didn't know anything about it.

"Shijun is so awesome!" She hugged Xicheng-style's head excitedly, and a soft and beautiful face rubbed against his face.

Xichengshi felt the touch on her face and couldn't help but look at her more.

If you really want to be a girlfriend, you probably have a dog-type girlfriend.

but...

Xichengshi ignored the actions of the Godzi Baiwu, but just moved his feet—

He actually ran forward quickly.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

The sound of stepping on the wooden board.

The originally fragile wooden cable bridge seemed to be crumbling under this rough movement, and many wooden boards shook off and fell to the bottom of the cliff.

This sudden action made the God of Wu confused.

Why do you suddenly run so fast?

Haven’t all the living bones been solved? Why do you still have to rush forward...?

These questions are held in the heart of the God Son of White Mist.

But she didn't need to ask at all.

Next moment—

There were rustling sounds at the bottom of the cliff valley.

The sound was only one at first, and it was particularly weak.

But soon, the sound gradually deformed and distorted, turning into dense and shrill sounds!

Black and heavy... There are fifty or sixty people with heads and skeletons... rushing from the bottom of the valley towards the wooden bridge!

In addition, some monkey figures rushed out from all over the mountain road opposite.

They stirred the resentful eyes, and some monkeys even held thallium knives and kitchen knives in their hands.

Some people have a missing head and are exposed to black meat.

Some of the skeletons were pierced with small knives.

Some of the mouths of the bones were stirred by knives...

In short - all kinds of... all kinds of terrifying figures.

They were running towards the West City Style and the White Mist God Son!

Xicheng style paused under his feet, and his eyes flashed quickly.

The mountain road ahead was rushed over by these monkeys, and someone from behind the eagle would soon smash the wooden bridge into pieces!

There is no way out whether it is ahead or behind.

Then there is only one thing that can be done!

"Hurry up, Son of God!"

Xichengshi turned around and looked at the Godson of Baiwu.

This little girl is very timid, so it is better to comfort her at this time.

But what Xichengshi didn't expect was that the Godzi Baiwu was comforting him and gently touched his face with his hands:

"It's okay, Shijun, I have always believed in you. Even if I die this time, I will die with you."

Her words made Xicheng-style eyes flash.

The God of White Mist is actually wrong.

She will not die if she has an immortal spell.

But immortal... in this crisis-ridden environment, it is even more terrifying than death.

Think about it.

When Xicheng style died, the son of Baiwu was in a state of unprotected protection.

She will not die and will be tortured and killed by the living beings.

Break the limbs, eat the head, and be cut off by a thallium knife...

Because I can't die, I will die countless times.

This is undoubtedly a torture that is even more terrifying than death.

But even so, the White Mist God Son was able to say, "I believe in you" in an extremely serious tone...
To be continued...