Can you imagine a human-shaped creature in your mind squirming and squirming towards you with four legs?

The Son of White Mist was met.

The terrifying humanoid stomp that was squirming and trampling on the ground rushed towards them at almost unseen speed and desperate momentum!

The twisted and slender limb instantly climbed up to the side stone wall and rushed to the ceiling in an instant.

The blue and white twisted limbs kept squirming forward, and the strong resentment wrapped around the body, which was enough to make any normal person frightened.

"Come on! Shijun!"

The son of the White Mist opened his mouth.

Keep up?

Xichengshi glanced slightly and her eyes shrank slightly.

He has also seen many skeletons along the way.

Ordinary animals have stiff movements, and it is impossible to make such natural and smooth movements.

But this skeleton is obviously different.

Thinking of this, Xicheng style head side avoided the sharp black nails that the other party had inserted into his head.

The opponent's nails were as sharp as a knife and very long. If they were inserted, their heads would probably be stabbed in the same way.

This won’t work!

Xicheng style narrowed his eyes, flipped his other hand, and the tough and sharp white silk thread formed by the mist of the coffin was condensed between his five fingers!

The God of White Mist obviously also saw the scene of the West City-style condensation of silk threads.

Although I don’t know what Xichengshi planned to do, I still have to help him directly here.

She slapped her hands hard, her fingers were neatly integrated, and then her hand shape changed, and the ever-dead white mist instantly formed a chain lock.

Hurry!

The white chain lock wrapped around the other person's ankle in an instant.

Although the chain was broken without even holding on for a second, the White Mist God Son still achieved his goal.

The skeleton itself is running four feet, and the body pauses for a moment, causing the other three feet to be unable to control the center of gravity and balance.

It was pulled to the ground directly, and the body that could not maintain balance hit the stone steps due to inertia.

I have to say that the God of White Mist has helped a lot.

Xicheng style glanced at her, and the movements under her empty left hand were intertwined, and a large net composed of white silk thread was forming.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The sound of rolling is also mixed with the sound of bone cracks.

When the White Mist God Son looked over, he found that the head that hit the ground had already appeared in an abnormal bend of ninety degrees between his head and his neck.

The hands and feet also show unnatural distorted shapes due to huge inertia.

But the God of White Murch doesn't think it will solve the problem so simply!

She was clamped under her armpit by Xicheng style, staring at the Tenth Curse Skeleton not far behind.

Under the gaze of the Son of the White Mist.

Sheng Jian's body was twisted.

The immortal white mist that she knew so familiar appeared and swallowed the body of the skeleton into it.

Then...

Accompanied by a sound of bones that make people's scalp numb and twisting, the living bones of the Baiwu family head rushed out of the immortal white fog.

He rushed up again with heavy and crazy steps!

Sure enough, it has completely returned to its original state!

The Godzi of Baiwu gritted his teeth and had the urge to swollen his mouth for the first time.

This crow's mouth really means that whatever is bad is bad, it will be bad!

The feeling of oppression came from behind again.

The God of White Mist took a deep breath and was about to raise his hand-

"White Mist, you're ready."

"ah?"

The White Mur God Son, who was already ready to condense the chains again, was stunned.

Then she was thrown out by Xicheng style.

ah?!

The son of Baiwu opened his eyes widened, and the immortal white mist condensed protected his thrown body, and at the same time he looked at the Xicheng style blocking behind him.

In her sight, a large net composed of silk threads of the coffin fog was pulled between her hands, and the sharp silk threads were flashing with a cold luster!

In front of Xicheng style, there was the Ten Emperor's Curse Body that had already rushed over!

The terrifying speed made its whole body look like a sled hammer hitting it hard.

If the other party hits him, he will definitely be crushed to pieces.

In response to this, Xicheng Shi just shook his palm, then he moved his body to the right side with a sensible touch. While avoiding the other party's impact, he threw the white silk screen in his hand into the air!

It seemed as if I had practiced countless times, the ten-monarchical skeletons crashed into the silk screen using the coffin mist in the West City style.

The silk mesh condensed by the mist of the coffin is sharper than a knife!

While the skeleton rushed forward frantically, the silk mesh cut into the flesh!

Puchi! Puchi! Puchi! Puchi!

Countless silk threads cut into the black and smelly flesh, and dirty blood was sprayed everywhere.

The skeleton struggled in pain!

This huge move made the Xicheng style, who was tightly clutching the big net, let out a muffled groan.

He held the other end of the wire net with both hands. Although it was not that sharp here, under the struggle of the other party's huge strength, the wire also cut the fingers of his five fingers.

snort!

Xichengshi's expression remained unchanged. She stepped back and pulled the net away with both hands!

Puff!!!

The silk thread net is tightly tied!

The flesh and blood of the bones were constantly cut open under the Xicheng-style increased force!

The rotten and purple tongue was cut into small square pieces of meat, and the eyeballs were cut out to explode out of unknown liquid!

Just like the steel wire used to cut tofu, its body is woven into neat pieces of flesh and blood.

Screams and wails came from where the living bones were, and it struggled wildly on the ground.

The heart-wrenching pain oozed out from Xicheng-style fingers.

He gritted his teeth and kicked backwards again! He used force between his fingers!

Puff!!!

Plasma exploded!

Black blood rain! It's falling!

Countless pieces of meat burst, accompanied by a strong fishy smell.

The tenth imperial curse's life bones were cut into countless small pieces by Xicheng style!

The son of Baiwu was stunned.

She didn't expect that the Xicheng style would use the momentum and inertia of the living bones to set off directly into pieces.

Just as she was about to say something, the Xicheng style had already dissipated the large net of the coffin mist.

Without hesitation, he bypassed the pile of meat on the ground, and directly carried the White Mist God Son to the depths of the underground palace.

"Hey? Shijun?"

It was not until the God of White Mist was patted by Xicheng style that she could barely come back to her senses.

"What? It's time to leave. It should be resurrected later?"

The West City-style voice says calmly.

If it were ordinary vengeful spirits, they would probably die directly if they were cut into such pieces.

But this life is different.

It can die and live for Su, and it can recover as long as it takes more time.

I have to say.

This ability is really tricky.

It's hard to fight to death, and it's difficult to confront it head-on... I've been tricked and resurrected by my brain... Even if the Bai Wu family is gone, they still leave such a difficult thing for themselves.

Xicheng style shook his head.

Just as he was about to take a step and continue exploring downwards, the White Mist God Son exclaimed:

"Shijun! You are injured!"

She looked at the cut marks between the five fingers in Xicheng style, and her voice was worried that it would be deformed.

Listening to the voice of the White Mist Godson, Xicheng Shi just turned her head and felt that she was a little fussy:

“No big deal.”
To be continued...