Xicheng style lowered the sound, while lifting his fingers and pointing to a place in the temple.

Um?

Baiwu Shenzi looked along the direction of his Xicheng-style finger, and then he found a small Buddhist temple located on the cliff with a beam slightly extending out of the high wall.

If you can find something like rope, you can climb from that place and turn over and enter the Buddhist temple without having to walk through the main entrance.

But the height that climbed over the cliff...

The little phobia Baiwu Godzi swallowed, and she felt her little heart hurt.

She was really scared.

"Shijun."

The Godzi of Baiwu turned around and looked at Xicheng: "I have a clever plan..."

"No tricks are allowed."

Xichengshi didn't even look at Baiwu Shenzi, and added without looking back: "Do you want to let me go in alone, and you stay where you can observe?"

"I am really worthy of being Shijun, I can know my heart!"

The son of Baiwu praised him seriously.

But her actions only attracted the silent gaze of Xicheng.

quiet--

This strange and terrifying silence lasted for nearly three minutes.

The white mist god son, who was sweating so hard that he was seen by Xicheng Style, smiled dryly twice. Then when she saw that Xicheng Style still had no expression changed, she lowered her head aggrievedly:

"I get it...just go in with you."

“…”

Xicheng style retracted her eyes and turned to the monk soldier who was wandering to the far right.

What needs to be solved now is this skeleton.

The other party's hovering range happened to be near the beam.

Therefore, it must be lured out without disturbing the other living bones.

Thinking of this, Xicheng Style first puts his hands together, then pulled his palms apart.

The fog of the white coffin condensed into a solid thread wrapped around his fingers.

Looking at the silk thread in his hand, Xicheng style squinted his eyes, and then he cleverly picked his wrist forward.

The silk thread of the coffin mist directly wrapped around the fir tree on the right under his skillful throw.

Hook the index finger.

Accompanied by the trembling of the silk thread, the branches were clamoring.

This unnatural sound of course also attracted the monk soldier who was wandering around the high walls of the beams.

The monk soldier unconsciously opened his black mouth, and his body, which was as human as a shaped body, leaned towards the Xicheng style in a daze.

At the same time, it also poses the same boxing style.

Sure enough, he still has the ability to physically craft!

When Xicheng Style, who was hiding behind the small earth slope, saw this scene, her eyes were shining with light.

It just shook and leaned over... and looked like a wooden look.

Then--

A palm wrapped in cold and dark air stretched out from the darkness.

The palm quickly clamped its neck, and the powerful force pulled it down to the ground in an instant.

The palm cruelly clamped the throat of the skeleton who was about to struggle, and then the cold black air and the cold white mist twisted together—

Crack!

With the crisp sound of the neck being twisted, everything returned to peace.

Stand up!

The body was thrown to the ground heavily.

Xicheng style clapped his palms.

He used a lot of strength, without leaving a single point, and strangled him in an instant.

"Next..."

Xicheng style looked at the few living bones whose action mode had not changed at all, and then looked at the White Mist God Son behind him.

He didn't say nonsense, and threw the safety rope to her directly.

"..." The son of the White Mist.

Looking at the safety rope "good partner" that accompanied him almost throughout the journey, Bai Wu Shenzi also understood.

She can't get through the safety rope in her life.

I just hope that when Xicheng style climbs over the cliff and walls, I won’t be so thrilling...

Xicheng style tied the White Mist God Son with him in two or three strokes.

Ignoring the silences in her mouth that were so scared that she mingled into the fir forest quietly.

Xicheng style, which was obviously under the pressure of nine monk soldiers, seemed to have no psychological burden at all and walked very fast.

This powerful psychological quality made the Baiwu God Son who was watching the side couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Shijun seems to be the kind of person who can do everything except for housework.

He quickly came to the right side, and Xicheng style stood sideways on the edge of the cliff, throwing out the thin line condensed by the fog of the coffin.

The thin line quickly wrapped around the slightly protruding crossbeam surface.

Xicheng Style took two steps back and pulled it harder. When he found that the beam was very strong, he felt relieved.

He assisted without hesitation, and then jumped out of the cliff!

call!!!

The feeling of weightlessness and the coldness that was scraped from a knife made people feel ache in their cheeks. The White Mist God bit her lips and did not dare to make any sound.

The palm of the Xicheng style shook, and the mist of the coffin condensed and shrank in the white thin line.

It's like riding a roller coaster.

My body first felt the bottom of the valley due to weight loss, and then climbed up suddenly!

Xicheng style quickly adjusted the landing posture in the air, and the thin lines in the hand were pulled out to balance the body.

Smack-

A faint sound of landing sounded.

Xicheng style steadily stepped on the ground.

Looking at the Buddhist temple with strange fog flowing around, the White Mist God Son exhaled heavily—

Finally come in!

Before she could officially feel at ease, the God of White Mur heard Xicheng-style question:

"How is it? Can you smell the fragrance of flowers here?"

“…I can smell it…it’s better to say…”

The White Mist Godson frowned and covered his mouth and nose: "The air here is full of the fragrance of flowers... I'm going to suffocate."

This is a very strange fragrance of flowers. Although the Xicheng style cannot be smelled, the White Mist God can clearly feel it-

The air around is filled with this sweet and scented aroma.

If ordinary people say so... this fragrance will probably make that person crazy.

This is the fragrance of the flower of the secret...

The Godzi Baiwu raised his head and looked at the buildings that were lonely in front of him. A bright color flashed in his eyes.

At the same time, outside the Buddhist temple.

Bai Wuren looked at the towering Buddhist temple in front of him.

He took a deep breath, his hands and feet trembling with excitement.

Along the way, he consumed a lot of physical energy, killed many resentful spirits, and even killed a monk who broke the rules... before he could barely climb here from the bottom of the valley.

It can be said that it has been suffering all the way.

It took such a lot of effort to make this step in front of you...

"Son of God..."
Chapter completed!