and--

"I've found it."

She raised her pale face and took it out with the palm that penetrated into her abdomen.

On the palms covered with blood, there were not bloody organs, but shining with crystal clear colors, like a quiet blue flower like glass.

This flower with a charming color trembled like a living thing in the palm of the White Mist God Son.

Every time it trembles, a little bit of light will tremble.

"It will take a little time to form a substitute spell. Before that, can you hear me say a few words?"

The Godson of White Mist spoke.

"..." Xicheng style nodded without replying.

Keeping silent is the best listener.

"The Flower of Secret..."

The Godzi of Baiwu looked at the quiet blue flowers, and a soft and soft voice came from his mouth: "Maybe Shijun, you don't know, I have always been resentful. It's not just the White Wu family who treats the Godzi as a simple tool..."

"Similarly, I also hate the Flower of Secret. I think this kind of thing is implanted in a person's body...that's not someone at all. It's just a simple weirdness."

Her snow-white face was stained with blood, and the huge gap on her abdomen was healing.

Maybe as she said, after implanting the dense flower itself, she is no longer a human being, and she has relied on the weird and supernatural aspects.

Holding the secret flower essence in his hand, he also slowly turned and hovered up.

The dense flowers in the sky change in shape, and the strangeness reveals an extremely magnificent beauty.

but--

"Should women be said to be fickle?" Bai Wu Shenzi smiled, and the dense flowers in his palm gradually formed a mysterious and quiet spell pattern.

She continued to whisper: "I'm starting to feel that it's great to have the ability of Mitsuki Flower. At least this thing can help Mr. Shang."

While the White Mist God Son was speaking, the mysterious and complicated spell was completely formed in her hands.

"The Secret Flower Spirit... Want it to grow... It swallows more than just my flesh and blood, and it also contains my other half of my soul."

The white mist godson stretched out his palms, stained with blood, and handed them to Xicheng Style. His blood-stained cheeks smiled:

"I've given you half of my soul, Shijun. Please treat it well."

“…” Xicheng style.

He raised his head and stretched out his hand.

The substitute spell followed his arm and fell into his heart.

In an instant, Xicheng Shi understood the usage of this substitute spell.

As long as he is willing, no matter whether it is a fatal serious injury or a minor minor injury, it can be transferred to the son of Baiwu.

And vaguely, he could even feel the emotional fluctuations of the White Mist God Son through the substitute spell.

I have to say that Bai Wu’s family has done it thoroughly.

It can be too inhumane to transfer injuries and even monitor the mental state of the Son of God...

In their eyes, the Son of God is really just a tool for simply providing substitute spells.

Xichengshi breathed out and looked at the White Mist Godzi: "I already know how to use the substitute spell."

"Is that right?" Bai Wu Shenzi showed a look of peace and gratitude: "That seems to be a success-"

"but."

Before she could finish her words, Xichengshi had already spoken.

"I'm not going to die."

These words made the son of Bai Wu stunned at first.

Then she nodded with a smile: "Yeah. I get it."

The Godson of White Mist knows the meaning of Xicheng-style discourse.

He said he would not die...in other words, he would not use the ability of a substitute spell.

If you don’t use the substitute spell, the implicit meaning is that the God of White Mur will not have to die for him at all.

This person... sometimes he can express what he wants to say directly, but he just needs to use this statement of turning a few turns.

But it doesn't matter.

Shijun is such a person.

Thinking of this, the White Mist Godson simply lay down on the wooden boat without any image.

The pain like tearing her abdomen had not yet dissipated, and she was also losing strength due to excessive blood loss.

It hurts so much...

The son of Baiwu couldn't stop mumbling.

I don't know if it hurts more than this when I have a baby.

......

The substitute spell not only brings the ability to transfer injuries, but more importantly, it includes half of the soul of the White Mist God Son.

This sudden increase allowed the total amount of dead energy in Xicheng style to break through from 110 points to 150 points.

This is equivalent to the Nine Imperial Spells reaching the top, and it just happened to be stuck at the door of the Ten Imperial Spells.

But that's enough!

Compared with the eight mantras, it is undoubtedly easier for the nine mantras to deal with the ten mantras.

Puff!!!

Xicheng style held an axe condensed from the mist of the coffin and smashed it into the other party's head.

The river surface once again caused huge splashes!

"This is the last time."

The West City style dissipated the fog of the coffin and pulled up the White Mist Godson who was lying on the boat and gasping heavily. Without hesitation, he jumped out of the wooden boat and stepped onto the river beach.

There is a cave hidden in front of the Three-Wheel Purpose, and now you are about to abandon the boat and rush directly over.

The life behind him became more and more anxious, and his recovery speed was faster and faster, as if he wanted to stop Xicheng-style action.

All these signs seem to indicate that the three-wheeled order in the depths of the Misty Abyss can affect it.

Looking at the bright colors flashing in the cave ahead, Xicheng style rushed into it without hesitation!

And at this moment, the living body behind it had resurrected, and it followed without hesitation to chase it.

Seeing this scene, Xichengshi also breathed in his heart.

If he could solve this guy after getting the tricycle, he would definitely press this guy to the ground and whip the corpse well.

After all, after being chased for so long, even the West City style has a little anger.

He stopped quickly and sensibly avoided the other party's pounce.

At the same time, a heavy hammer appeared under his hands, and he raised his hand and raised his sledgehammer.

This is a gap.

The opponent was flying in the air and was smashed into two pieces with one hammer.

Xicheng style breathed.

Even he couldn't stand such a huge amount of physical and energy consumption.

But...this way, I can gain some time.

Thinking of this, Xichengshi turned around and decisively rushed into the cave with the three-wheeled object.

"This is...?"

Xicheng Style stopped and began to scan around, looking for the place where the three-way project is located.

This cave is very big, roughly looking at it about ten meters high, with a square radius in the middle, about three hundred square meters.

There are obvious traces of man-made excavation in some places.

But these are not important.

The West City style looks into the inside of the cave.

There is an altar built of round stones on the ground.

The altar is raised layer by layer, and at the highest point of the altar is a dark stone.

The stone was tied with a rope, and the circles of the altar around it seemed to be guarding it.

"That's... the three-wheeled order..."
To be continued...