Chapter 811: Wushan Distress (4)

Chapter 811 Wushan Distress (4)
As long as there is a temperature difference between the day and the night, a white mist poisonous will be formed on Wushan...
"Then the white misty drug lord, when will it dissipate?" The guard asked in a deep voice.
"I don't know." Murong Xue shook his head gently: Wushan had tall trees, dense foliage, and strong sunlight. It could only be seen through the cracks of the branches and leaves. The poisonous scorpion hidden in the woods was very slow...
The cold king's house guards flashed a thick taboo at the bottom, and were preparing to ask again. Tuo Han was the first to open his mouth: "Do not talk nonsense, start off." Wushan's land, trees, water and even the air are poisonous, the environment It’s worse than he imagined. It’s not a good place to stay for a long time. It’s better to get the holy things that God gave you earlier. It’s better to leave here earlier.
"Yes." The cold king's housekeepers led the death, followed by the extension of the cold body, toward the heavy fog.
Ouyang Shaohao’s eyes sank, holding the small hand of Murong Xue, and slowly walked over.
The sky is getting brighter and brighter, and the poisonous cockroaches in the mountains are getting thicker and thicker. The fog is from the beginning of pure white to pale, white, light gray, and gradually becomes dark gray.
A fence looked straight and jumped: "The more you go up, the more poisonous you are, the more poisonous you will be..."
Barabala’s snoring was introduced into the ear, and the hurricane raised an eyebrow. The low voice said:
I don’t know if the poisonous fog will poison people. However, I know that if you continue to do so, the poisonous fog will come from you. Entering in the mouth..."
"Really!" A fence looked at his eyes and immediately closed his mouth. He no longer spoke. The small face was tight and tight, and he played a twelve-point spirit, watching the fog in front of him.
As the appearance of the enemy, the Murong Xueying at the bottom flashed a touch of laughter, Ai Fen had already taken the detoxification pill, and within twelve hours, the poison was not invaded, the fog was thicker, and he would not be poisoned...
A glimpse of the breeze mixed with a strange smell, suddenly blowing from the side, Murong Xue gaze slightly, suddenly stepped down.
"What's wrong?" Ouyang Shaohao stopped and looked at her inexplicably.
Murong Xue pointed to the left front: "This direction, the breath of fire!"
"Fire breath? You did not feel wrong?" The eyes of everyone fell to Murong Xue, they walked in front of Murong Xue, behind, did not feel any breath.
"Absolutely wrong!" Murong Xue focused on the head: Although the scent of fire is very weak, the weak is almost imperceptible, but she is convinced that it is a fire breath...
Tuoba’s cold road, which has always been in the northwest direction, has sunk and stalked. The voice of his indifference came from the air:
Looking at the past.
They don’t know where the holy sacred object is, need to be Looking for a little bit on Wushan, since Murong Xue noticed that the northwest is different, they might as well take a look...
The dark gray poisonous scorpion gradually became black, and the whole Wushan was tightly covered, just like the night without the stars and the moon, it was dark, even if it was holding the night pearl, it could not shine a big place.
Ouyang Shaohao stretched his arm and took the small waist of Murong Xue. She held her tightly in her arms and took her in the black mist. They were quietly around, they could not see each other, only that The footsteps of the fall indicate that they are more than a dozen people on the road...
The tip of the nose drifted through a slight scent of fire. Gradually, the fire became more and more intense, and it became thicker and thicker. A little red and bright light appeared in the distance. Everyone’s eyes lit up and rushed to the past...
(End of this chapter)