Descent of the Phoenix

Can not use fire attack, can not damage the flowers, can not use poison, poisoning the scorpion, the flower is useless, it is a dilemma, a dilemma.

Emei is deeply locked, and the moon is almost ruined.

Today, how can we bring these flowers back? If this flower is defeated, then there will be no effect.

It is no wonder that the Xianbei 17th National People’s Party once opened a praying conference every three years. It turned out that it was the time when the flower was opened three years ago.

No wonder, there are no guards here, originally from guardian things.

Eyes, deep black, and there is no reason for this.

More than a hundred people are surrounded by a large cluster of golden flowers, and their faces are dark, which is comparable to the black scorpion in the golden flowers.

"Regent King, I see us..." Silenced for a long time, Toby Wood swayed and looked at Haoyue, so many scorpions could not afford it, I am afraid only...

The words have not been finished yet, and the tiger next to Toby Wood, suddenly a sly, a blindfolded mouth: "What? So stinky."

Just in the moment when Yan Hu opened his mouth, a thick smell was accompanied by a scent of tears, which followed the wind and filled the nose of everyone on this side.

"What smell?" The entire group of people was smoked and dizzy, and retreated.

Even if it is as strong as a month, it can't help but cover the two steps of the nose and mouth. The eyes are red and the tears can't stop, and the cockroaches will flow out.

What is this, how is it so powerful?

For a time, everyone looked in the direction of the smell.

I saw that the smell was scattered, it was Xuanyuan Che, and the moon was not only slightly glimpsed, but I looked at it sideways.

I saw Xuanyuan Che's face still indifferent, still keeping the original position on the side of the flowers, and his hand, holding a small porcelain bottle at this time, toward the black and red dice under the flower.

The rich smell and scent was transmitted from the bottle in his hand.