Descent of the Phoenix

Moonlit night is really a good night.

And when Haoyue and Ouyang were flying against the wolves.

On the other hand, the three thousand soldiers led by Qiu Niu and Yan Hu have already waited until the fire of the sky is extinguished.

Not similar to other grasslands.

This place where black soil is not born, the flames are fierce, but they are also extinguished.

Before the dawn, it was still a big fire, and the next moment was quickly smothered.

Enter the black soil source and step into the valley mouth.

There are no Huns and horses here.

Apparently, the Huns and Soldiers believed that people could not live from here, so they simply ignored it, and there were fewer troubles such as autumn marks.

The crowd pushed the boulders away and looked at the low-pitched hole. The traces of the obvious pedestrians in the cave, the autumn marks and the Yanhu that held the heart tightly, were put in place.

Now, go straight into the hole and track it all the way.

Jin Guangxuan is now, the morning light of the Mid-Autumn Festival and Yan Hu finally walked out of the cave, but they were greeted by slopes, swamps, traces of fire, and footprints of wild wolves.

Look at the ruined mess of fire and almost a thousand wolf footprints.

Autumn marks and Yan Hu were silent and their faces were white.

Wolf, this thing, they know.

After a face-to-face encounter, a piece of paper news passed away in the direction of Xuanyuan.

At the same time, Yan Hu and Qiu Niu led two thousand through the cave, no horse soldiers, followed the wild wolf footprints and chased.

The grassland is surging, and Haoyue and Ouyang fly in front.

The wolves chased after them, but now they are behind them, and the autumn marks and Yan Hu are chasing them.

This is really a magical world.

The sky is very bright and wide.

The battlefield was filled with smoke, and it was not stopped because of the disappearance of Haoyue. Instead, it became more and more fierce and more and more bloody.