38, desperate self-help

I don't know where the light leaked from and sprinkled on the colorful stalactite. With the rotation of the stone forest, it was reflected by the gently flying trickle, and suddenly there were thousands of glows.

dazzling, Han Jing suddenly felt dizzy, turned around like a ghost hitting the wall, and the ice soul sword also lost its accuracy and split his breath.

Yang Feng's situation is no better than Han Jing's, and his eyes can't see things. He held a gun in one hand and grabbed Han Jing's hand in the other and said, "Volcanic magma is behind us, and we rush forward."

Volcanic magma has diffused into the ray tracing array, and the stalactites have quietly melted. The stone forest array has quickly opened a big opening, and the gentle trickle in the air also evaporates under the high temperature baking emitted by the volcanic magma.

The rising glow quickly diminished, and the power of the glow faded.

The coldness of ice attributes is more ** to the temperature. After Yang Feng's prompt, she dragged him away.

Feeling dizzy, Yang Feng looked back and couldn't help sighing, "I didn't expect volcanic magma to help a lot!"

With a fluttering smile, Han Jing mocked, "Well, if Master didn't have to think about how many treasures the volcanic magma had destroyed, he would have been grateful for the volcanic magma."

Volcanic magma destroys the momentum of decay and turns the stalactites into a part of itself, and the suspended flow also evaporates to only a few intermittent flying lines. The glow disappears, and the power of the formation disappears.

He relaxed a little, and Yang Feng joked, "Woman, at least you are blessed to be a teacher, and you can see those valuable treasures with your own eyes. You can't even see it."

A sword split out and broke a stalagmite. Han Jing asked proudly, "Master, what treasure do you see that can be more valuable than the ice soul sword?"

Yang Feng doesn't know how to judge the level of the ice soul sword, but this does not prevent him from fooling Han Jing: "It's really a frog in the well. If the ice soul sword is a rare thing, can the original owner insert the sword into the empty room at will and abandon it?

"Jealousy, Hongguoguo's jealousy, I don't bother to tell you." Han Jing is not stupid. How can she not see that the cheap master is teasing herself.

Feeling that the heat wave behind was pressing people, and looking back, the fiery magma pulled a lot closer. Yang Feng stopped laughing and urged, "Hurry up, no matter how slow we are, we will be like the big green snake."

When it comes to the big green snake, Han Jing has another problem: "Why do snakes have long horns?"

"There should be the blood of the dragon, which should be the snake of the dragon. If time permits, it will be more perfect for you to accept it as a contractual partner. Yang Feng said with regret.

Suddenly, I was a little moved, because the cheap master first thought of himself! Han Jing wrinkled her nose playfully and said suspiciously, "Yeah! I don't want that ugly snake. If you want it, I'll give it to you!"

"Do you still think it's ugly? If you want it, you can't get it! That's an ancient alien beast. He is at the same level as Huofeng, who is a teacher. Yang Feng smiled.

"Is that dead bird a fire phoenix?" Han Jing's eyes suddenly widened, and Ji'er said sadly, "It turns out that I have that dead bird that I want to give the dead snake to me."

Hearing the words, Yang Feng laughed and said, "I'm not satisfied yet!" But the dead bird has signed a contract, and it can't be transferred to you as a teacher. At most, if you get good things as a teacher in the future, you will be given priority.

nodded with a smile, and Han Jing asked again, "How many disciples does Master have?"

Turning his head and looking at the rapid flow of magma, the distance was getting closer again. Yang Feng laughed and scolded, "Please concentrate. It's not this time to chat!"

Han Jing burst into a burst of laughter, which scared Yang Feng and asked why. She said, "Bing'er said that there is a snake egg hidden in the sword spirit space, which is the egg of the big green snake. It was thrown in by the original owner."

Can snake eggs from ten thousand years ago still hatch? Yang Feng thought about it and didn't say it. Just let this girl have fun for a while and tell her again.

The flow rate of volcanic magma has accelerated again, and the covering surface has also been wider.

Looking back, there was a red light in my eyes. The air above the magma is burning, with faint dark red light lines. As the magma surges, although there is no sound, it is even more terrible.

The Liuxia lost array was destroyed, and the stalactite forest was only an ordinary stone forest, which had little impact on the running speed of Han Jing and Yang Feng. However, this stone forest is as vast as a primitive forest and has never been able to run away.

Yang Feng exerted the body of floating light and shadow to the extreme, and Han Jing, with her weak legs, was completely dragged by him. But even so, the distance from the magma is still shrinking.

The feeling of dizziness has not subsided, and the fatigue has increased. Han Jing asked anxiously, "Binger, how big is this stone forest?"

Bing'er didn't answer, and Po'er didn't say anything. Han Jing asked again, but there was still no response in the sword spirit space.

"The sword spirit should fall asleep. Your strength is too shallow to communicate with the sword spirit frequently. Looking back at the closer fiery magma, Yang Feng simply took the purple electric nine-curve gun and pulled Han Jing up and ran away.

Han Jing, who was exhausted, fell asleep quickly in this situation.

After running out, Yang Feng didn't hear Han Jing's words, which was strange. As soon as she fell asleep, she changed her hug posture to make her more comfortable.

In her sleep, Han Jing didn't know what she thought of. The corners of her lips raised gently, and a sweet smile gradually spread, and her eyebrows became much brighter.

"What a child. Go to bed when you are tired." Yang Fengguan laughed and said, "This girl is so clever and gentle that she is asleep." Even he didn't realize that there was a little doting in his eyes.

Some dry lips pouted slightly. After Han Jing muttered, her face turned to the inner side and arched like a cat.

The strange feeling of dry heat came, and Yang Feng felt that his mouth was dry and he cursed in a low voice: "Damn Jiuyang fire vein, damn volcanic eruption, don't spray early, don't spray late, just spray when we come!"

Maybe it diverted his attention, and Yang Feng's mood quickly recovered as usual. Even if the volcanic magma narrowed the spacing again, he did not panic at all and still ran forward calmly.

Yang Feng, who was holding a person, walked through the complex stone forest. The speed was still amazingly fast, and the stalactites on both sides flashed back quickly.

Like a floating light flying in the stone forest, I don't know how tired it took. I don't know how long it took, Yang Feng finally rushed out of the stone forest with Han Jing before the magma caught up.

The moment he rushed out of the stone forest, Yang Feng suddenly stopped his body and roared extremely depressedly, "God, don't take such a playful person!"

Han Jing woke up and blinked her loose eyes. At this look, she was also dumbfounded.

In front of us, there is actually a huge magma lake. The lake is surrounded by fiery red rock mountains, and red magma is constantly ejected from the rock cracks, one after another.

This is really a desperate situation!

Yang Feng is extremely aggrieved.

Han Jing looked back at the magma pouring behind her and said in an astringent voice, "Master, the magma is about to spread."

"Don't be afraid." He bluntly spit out these two seemingly important words. Yang Feng took a deep breath and said, "It will take a little time for magma to flow. It's enough for us to dig a canal.

"Master, do you want to dig magma into the lake through the canal?" Han Jing asked. She wanted to squeeze out a smile, but it was worse than crying.

"Ajing is so smart." Giving an encouraging smile, Yang Feng said as gently as possible, "There is no way out. In particular, we monks are going against the sky and fighting for life, so we can't give up our efforts in a desperate situation.

"Well, I see." Han Jing nodded heavily, and although tears rolled in her eyes, she forced herself to bear it.

Yang Feng, who can't see women cry the most, said half-jokingly, "If you want to cry, cry. As a teacher, I won't laugh at you."

The unirritated Han Jing immediately raised her face and said, "I won't cry!"

Pretending not to see Han Jing secretly wiping her tears, Yang Feng waved his gun and scratched. The snake-shaped gun shadow rushed out, connecting three stalactites more than eight meters high, leaving a crack more than two meters long on the ground.

The ground is stronger than expected. According to Yang Feng's estimation, there could be at least a five-meter-long crack.

Wrying his eyebrows, Yang Feng aimed at the crack and stabbed out again, and the dragged purple gun shadow poured into the crack. Hearing the sound of "kaka", an air wave rushed out of the crack with gravel, and the two ends of the crack expanded rapidly.

Han Jing also learned from the same thing, splitting out one sword after another, helping Yang Feng widen and lengthen the cracks in the ground.

One inch long and one inch stronger, but now it has to be reversed.

The power of the purple electric nine-curve gun is amazing, but it is far less powerful than the ice sword.

Especially in this extremely hot environment, the coldness of the ice sword is useful for geothermal production. Extremely hot and extremely cold, it is difficult not to explode. Coupled with the impact of the sword itself, it can be said to have the effect of getting twice the result with half the effort.

The power of one sword can withstand ten shots. That is to say, Han Jing split a sword, which can withstand Yang Feng's action ten times.

The cracks are expanded at both ends, and Han Jing's progress is obviously faster than Yang Feng. Every time she puts out her sword, the air waves can reach the top of the cave, and the cracked sound of the ground is even louder.

If you don't feel depressed at all, it must be false. However, Yang Feng's mentality was good and secretly accelerated the speed of shooting. For a moment, the shadow of the gun danced like a group of snakes, and the purple light was intertwined, making Han Jing scream.

"Woman, if you shout again, your voice will be hoarse." Yang Feng said ironically.

Han Jing, who was nervous, like a child who saw a fresh toy, immediately forgot that she was in danger and begged, "What is this shooting method? I want to learn it."

"Then wait to get out of danger, please be aware of the unlucky guy who is a little trapped in a desperate situation, okay? If you do this, let the teacher suspect that we are on vacation.

It was itchy. Han Jing turned her eyes and said, "Well, my eldest brother said that sharpening the knife does not mistakenly cut firewood. After learning marksmanship, I can better exert the power of the ice sword.

"Learn how to shoot and exert the power of the sword? Did you hear it correctly as a teacher? Yang Feng asked a question that he couldn't laugh or cry.