Chapter 531: Set sail, head to the Black Domain

The Inquisitor, known as the Empire's obsessive person and the most extreme xenophobe, and the Necrons, who viewed humans as ants and at best as experimental subjects, who should have been fighting each other upon meeting, were now like old friends who hadn't seen each other for years.

What was even more exaggerated was that even Alvin had never seen Inquisitor Aldrich's stern, cold face show such rich expressions—enthusiastic, lively... it was simply hellish!

Seeing him enter, Aldrich then restrained...

Palace Maid Fang first thought it was the reunion soup stewed with fish and mutton, but looking closely, she found it wasn't.

The wounds on Bai Jingjing's body were becoming increasingly uncontrollable, looking as if she would bleed every drop of blood before stopping. Qu Qingran's eyes turned red, and with a "clatter," the Fengwu Sword was unsheathed.

Princess Yuyao brought out the almond tea, and Qinghe hurriedly stepped forward to take it and pass it to Xie Ning, afraid that the Princess wouldn't hold it steadily and scald her hands.

Scarred Kuo nodded, and then I went to the second floor. The person who came was really Shao Yang. Shao Yang's purpose for coming was the same as mine: to tell Scarred Kuo not to go, because this was a trap.

Then I patted him and told him to learn to be flexible. The stool was not the only one, but his Brother Lang was the only one. If he broke me, then it would really be gone.

"I'll try." Among the ten people, a middle-stage King-Sealing martial artist shouted, and then a punch hit the red light wall.

But he was not in a hurry to escape; he had to deeply understand how long she could persist. When she couldn't persist, that would be the time for him to escape. If he escaped now, he would probably be caught back by her.

If the Xia Dynasty now had the strength to settle the world in one battle, why would it need to be evasive with the Shannan Yuanhu Tribe? Today, that Yuanhu envoy and the prince knew that the Xia Emperor needed them, so they dared to be bold and presumptuous in their extravagant demands.

Isn't that so? If one said they didn't harbor resentment, who would believe it? But did they have the guts to resent the Emperor? This account still had to be recorded on the Yong'an Palace.

She remembered the opera lyrics she had heard before; it seemed there was a sentence, "Once power is in hand." Their caution and duty before were all expedient measures. Now, they probably felt that they had finally made it through, and the things they were doing were all making people worried.

Liu Xunhuan also frowned—they didn't seem to be in the same camp, so what would their relationship be??

This armored soldier indeed only had Foundation Establishment late-stage cultivation, and the true energy attached to the long mace was not thicker than Zhao Gou's, and even slightly weaker than Kuai Yang's encountered during the drill, but this armored soldier was just a puppet without life. Every strike, seemingly casual, was with full force, without worrying about the lack of breath or the body's bearing capacity.

Xiao Hanyan looked at Long Ya, who had just been filled with baleful energy but now had his hands behind his head, squinting his eyes to bask in the sun like a big child, and a trace of bewilderment flashed through her eyes.

If the Chen Longjie in front of him was a ghost, then the only thing that could deal with it was the curse power in the severed finger.

Following that, she was served by someone to wash her face, and then followed by using thread to pull hard on her face to clean it. Bursts of stinging pain came, making Feng Lingyan extremely depressed.

Not to mention the same appearance, even their movements were exactly the same, pulling the golden bow and arrow in their hands, as if they were about to launch an attack.

With his connections and resources, he could indeed find a few companies to talk about cooperation to buy Netscape's servers, but there was really no time.

All the lights and doors were bait, just to let him enter this non-existent room. If he stepped into this room, his ending would inevitably be exactly the same as the previous waiter, A-Guang.

The image of the Silver Dragon seemed aggressive, but who would have expected the axe-wielding Corpse Venerable to look at nothing. When it got closer, he suddenly raised the blunt axe with the power to open the sky and slashed angrily at the dragon's head, instantly making the Silver Dragon's image disappear without a trace. ===== CHAPTER 532 =====