Chapter 392: Suicide Squad! Source of the Poisonous Miasma!

"What do you mean?"

Hengfa was stunned, then said: "We have been sailing east for almost more than an hour now, probably near the East Sea Fish Mountain Archipelago."

Lin Mo, who was not familiar with this sea area, asked again: "Then what about the distance to that nameless island with the poisonous miasma? Have we already sailed away from that vicinity?"

Hengfa said: "That is natural; the immortal boat is so fast now, we have long since passed that island..."

Speaking of which...

Song Xian didn't dwell on Wu Shoudao's appearance anymore. He looked at other reports of the Ghost Building, including the distribution of forces on the Nether Island, as well as the action trajectories of Tang Nian and Wu Shoudao on the Nether Island.

"Big brother, fifth brother is already married, why are you still acting like a child and messing with him, without knowing the limits." Mu Chenling's words actually described Mu Chendong's act of injuring his younger brother and bullying his younger brother's wife as brothers joking and playing around.

At this moment, there was also her immediate superior, the master of the Luo Mansion, to help the victim find justice, so Luo Zaizhen wouldn't go head-to-head.

I saw red and blue rays of light shining on Song Xian's head, steadily supporting the Dao sword on his head; the latter couldn't truly fall at all.

As long as she and Mei Hanxiang could live a good life, it was more practical than any continuation of the incense.

Just as Yuewei's face became redder and redder, almost to the point of dripping blood, Luo Zaizhen finally arrived.

Actually, what he said was not unreasonable; His Highness the Crown Prince was just a bit cowardly, but at least he was the carefully nurtured Eastern Palace, not stupid to the core.

After entering Chang'an, Zhao Beichen separated from Liu Heng and Liu Xiang; she returned to the Dingbei Marquis Mansion in Chang'an, while Liu Heng and Liu Xiang entered the Imperial Palace.

It was just that the attack force she used previously was truly too great; this time, suddenly withdrawing the attack actually fed back onto herself. Having not been injured for many years, Luo Zaizhen was stunned and retreated several steps, shaken by her own palm power.

"Today's matter must not be spread, otherwise it might bring a fatal disaster to Xiao Yue!" Bai Hua was also a careful person, saying this to the people in this secret room.

"By the way, Boss, another sun appeared over there." Shanying suddenly remembered something, his right wing stretched out, the wingtip pointing far away to the east; there was indeed a sun there, although distant, as if obscured by clouds, and coupled with the existence of the Seven-Flame Fierce Armor overflowing with brilliance, it overshadowed this object, but it was indeed sunlight.

This made Tu Xue feel very embarrassed. I secretly rejoiced; this monster didn't seem as cunning as the previous Dark Death God; for example, it was very clumsy.

Nowadays, these things had long been thrown onto Li Xiucheng's divinity in the void; now that location, like other spaces, was pitch black, with occasional dots of stars, and one could no longer see its original appearance.

This was already a very serious oath, so Luo Ping was completely at ease and decided to follow the old man to see his uncles and masters.

However, what surprised them was that these crimson mists didn't have any attack power; they seemed to be ordinary mists, gathering on the defensive barrier, and one couldn't feel the slightest power.

I clicked on the task bar. I found that there was only 1 iron tool. That is to say, this iron tool was dropped by only one monster, and the rest of the monsters didn't drop anything. This left me speechless to the extreme.

The wounded said that the fevers were all clustered together as if they had discussed it, one after another, as if it were an infectious disease.

Feng Chengjin also didn't expect that in the time it took him to go out for a meal, the criminals of the Houluo Sect would be caught.

The rustling sound behind him provoked Huo Beixiao's nerves; the night five years ago resurfaced in his mind, and that beauty that penetrated into the bone marrow made him unable to forget it for the rest of his life.

Everyone in the audience showed expressions of respect; people like Yang Hengrui who could not forget their original intention and still not forget their predecessors after becoming popular were already quite rare, and they all applauded again, nodding gently.

Actually, thinking about it, it was normal; things like Xin Yuanshuang were always in short supply, unless the secret recipe was made public, and one wasn't afraid of leaking secrets and manufacturing it on a large scale. ===== CHAPTER 393 =====