Chapter 489: Temple of the Sun (3)

With the answer from Xiu, Shen Yanxiao is no longer moving slowly. She drinks a bottle of accelerated medicine and quickly passes everything around her. What she has to do is to walk the land here in the shortest possible time. The smell of the flowers, then everything will be solved.
The area of ​​the Sun Cemetery was very large. Shen Yanxiao kept running all night, a bottle of accelerated medicine was filled by her, and a lot of spiritual potions were also drunk by her to support such a long run.
As time went by, the repair did not notice the smell of the flowers, which made Shen Yanxiao feel very depressed. Seeing the sky whitish, but nothing, Shen Yanxiao simply stopped, sitting on a boulder, thinking about his chin.
Is her direction wrong? Still missing something? Or is the news of Du Lang wrong?
She almost ran through a third of the sun cemetery, but nothing, and there was no news on Suzaku, which made her vomit.
Although she has vindictiveness and magical body, but in such a chaotic element, her current strength is not enough to support for too long, just now she has felt that the protective layer of her body surface has become very thin, once protected The layer disappears, then she will be torn into powder by the chaotic element in the next second.
Her time is running out, and at most an hour later, her vindictiveness and magic will be exhausted.
At this moment, Shen Yanxiao hopes that he is a pastor. In terms of the priest's powerful light shield, she does not have much problem even if she spends ten days and a half here.
"Repair, do you say that flowers are generally grown where?" Instead of aimlessly looking for it, it is better to make some exclusions first, otherwise the remaining hour is not enough for her to find the rest of the area.
'The place where the flowers grow, there are no special requirements. The protoss, the devils, the human races, the elves, and the dragons can all exist. The only characteristic of this plant is the dead air. They do not need sunshine, no need. Rainwater nourishes, they only need to be dead. A large number of deaths can catalyze the growth of scented flowers, and as long as there is a place to die, there may be scented flowers. ‘Repair speaks the bits and pieces of the flowers according to their own memories.
The reason why the flower is called 骷髅花, is because, wherever it blooms, it is all white bones.
Death is its nutrients, and blood and the dead are its sweet springs.
"In this way, Du Lang’s news should be correct. It was once one of the most fierce battlefields in the Battle of Gods and Devils. There are countless protoss and demons here, which are suitable for the growth of silk flowers. Shen Yanxiao touched the chin, and she can temporarily confirm that Dulang’s source is no problem.
"A battlefield, the place with the most deaths, should be the place with the most dead air, the flowers...they should be there!" Shen Yanxiao seems to have caught some inspiration, she blinked and tried to fantasize about thousands of years ago. Battle.
The army of the Mozu promoted the Temple of the Sun, and the sun who guarded the temple led the people against the iron ride of the Mozu. The blood and death were intertwined into an immortal battle song, echoing in this once brilliant place.
"The sun fell to the ground..." Shen Yan Xiao licked the lips, and immediately flashed a glimmer of light in his mind.
"With! It must be there!"