Magic Punk

That is a purple flower.

Bland.

The flower has seven petals.

The delicate fragrance slowly spreads out from it, like orchid and musk deer, quiet and elegant.

But every hair on the Red Sand Scorpion's body stood straight up.

Scorpions have no ears, just as worms have no eyes.

It relies entirely on the fluff on its body to sense the turbulence of the air and the trembling of the desert.

But at this moment, it only felt that the small, helpless and fragile little flower was so dangerous.

Subconsciously, it raised its tail spine and shot another scarlet ray towards the purple flower.

That is the hottest and most poisonous light, the real scorpion poison.

The Red Sand Scorpion believed that no one in a realm similar to his own could receive this shot head-on unscathed.

Not to mention that he was unscathed, in fact it was a miracle that he survived.

The seven realms guard the monster. Its attack is not the strongest, its size is not the largest, and of course its defense is not the best either.

It is truly mediocre among the seven guarding monsters.

But there is only one thing, no other Warcraft can compare with it.

That is using poison, which happens to be number one.

But - the red sand scorpion stared wide-eyed at the purple flower that had been stabbed in the front but was unharmed, and even became brighter and brighter. He felt more and more uneasy, but he didn't know where the uneasiness came from.

It subconsciously wanted to give the flower another shot, but its reason told it not to.

Although there is nothing in the world that one poisonous needle cannot solve, if it doesn't work, then try another one.

But - what if the other party regards his poisonous needle as nourishment?

"I'm sorry." The insect's voice sounded quietly, just under the purple flower.

The sound of rustling growth sounded from there. Several emerald green vines were pulled out from under the sand pile little by little, and then grew on the gravel. Little by little, a green cocoon was lifted up from the sand pile.

The purple flower grows on the green cocoon.

As this emerald green cocoon wrapped in thin vines like silk emerged from under the sand, Di Zijing's voice sounded leisurely.

The silk cocoon spread out its thin green petals like a flower in full bloom. Di Zijing stood calmly in the center of the flower. The grinding under dozens of meters of sand had no impact on her. The small purple flowers were swaying above her head. Healthy appearance.

Di Zijing reached out and picked off the small purple flower, put it to her nose and took a deep sniff, then nodded with satisfaction.

"do you know?"

She didn't care whether the Red Sand Scorpion could understand her words, she just spoke quietly.

"I'm a medicine man."

"And all medicine men are also poison masters."

"With poison."

"Actually, I'm pretty good at it too."

Saying this, she gently threw the purple flower forward.

The small flowers fell to the ground and took root, and then these small purple flowers began to grow on the thin filament-like petals with Di Zijing as the center.

It was as if countless purple eyes slowly opened at the same time.

Then, the purple color continued to spread, and the almost substantial rich floral fragrance began to spread over the desert like a layer of frozen ice.

The vast sea is covered with hundreds of feet of ice.

The Red Sand Scorpion truly felt fear.

It swung its scorpion tail, wanting to burrow into the ground again, wanting to escape this battle.

"Don't you think it's too late now?" Di Zijing stood in the rich fragrance of flowers, lowered her head and coughed slightly and said.

This kind of purple flower is mixed with the venom of the red sand scorpion. The poison is so strong that she, the poisoner, is a little bit overwhelmed. She raised her hand and stuffed an antidote pill under her tongue before continuing to look at the person who wanted to escape. Guard the monster.

"It's really wise to run if you can't fight."

"But there are not many good things like this in the world."

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Xuan Yi was still swimming in the sand. Although he couldn't see anything, he kept the realm of life and death open at all times just in case.

Fortunately, in this dark area, his perception of life and death was completely white.

The disturbance of distant gravel was clearly conveyed to his ears and skin. The battle was fierce and close to evenly matched.

This makes Xuan Yi very happy.

Winning in chaos and taking advantage of fire are what he is best at. The more intense the fight ahead, the happier he is.

After all, the so-called guarding monsters all stand at the pinnacle of the Cave Mysterious Realm. No one can kill a guarding monster independently and unscathed, unless he has an all-round crushing advantage like Emma Croft.

But there are really not many such people.

Unless Xi Ziquan and Di Zijing join forces to fight against the enemy.

But if Xi Ziquan, it shouldn’t be so difficult.

Xuan Yi thought so.

At this moment, the violent disturbance ahead suddenly stopped.

Could it be that the result of the battle has come out?

Xuan Yi thought in his mind, and then he found that his originally white vision had become pitch black.

Dark as ink, the darkness swept in from all directions.

Xuan Yi could not suppress the shock in his heart, and he no longer even cared about hiding his whereabouts. He got out of the sand and looked into the distance.

He saw a solid purple mist in the distance, like purple ice condensing on the desert.

In the perception of life and death, none of these purple weapons represent the dark and cold death.

How can it be?

Xuan Yi asked himself.

Doesn’t the poison in your body make you invulnerable to all poisons?

He has already reached the peak level of Zhizhi Toxin.

If these mist are poisonous, why would they hurt themselves?

But thinking is one thing, doing is another.

Xuan Yi already held his breath, then turned around and ran away towards the direction he came from.

Using the increased speed of the toxins in his body, he can even be faster than the birds flying in the sky. There is no reason why he can't escape this poisonous mist that seems to be blown by the wind.

Thinking this, Xuan Yi stepped on the yellow sand, and the explosive force like an explosion suddenly exploded the yellow sand under his feet. The young man's body leaped into the air. By the way, Xuan Yi once again activated his sense of life and death.

Darkness, as black as ink, had completely enveloped him.

How can this be?

Xuan Yi broke out in cold sweat.

He had never been in this situation.

This kind of desperate situation of death with no way out.

"because."

"This poison is a catalyst for toxins in your body."

Xuanji's voice sounded faintly.

"Exchange?"

"Before you die."

Xuan Yi's body jumped a few meters, and then slumped into the sand, his whole body twitching feebly.

This poison does not need to be inhaled at all.

It only slightly lifted Xuan Yi's skin, and the poison in the boy's body began to surge, vowing to completely kill its host.

"Cough cough cough..."

Ye Ya covered her mouth and nose, coughing and appearing next to the fallen boy.

The leaf-shaped jade on her chest shimmered, driving away the poisonous mist around her.

The girl looked at the boy in black whose whole body was twitching in pain. He had completely lost consciousness and was only left struggling helplessly before his death.

"Look." Ye Ya coughed and laughed.

This poisonous mist was too overbearing. Even with Qianye Liubi protecting her body, she felt extremely uncomfortable and wanted to leave.

"You can't survive even half a day without me."