39, a way out

"Master, I'm hungry!" Han Jing suddenly said this to the horse's mouth, patted her forehead and shouted, "I just found that I was dizzy and hungry!"

It seems to remind Yang Feng that he also sounded like a drum, and his long-lost hunger surged in. I'm really hungry. It seems that the seal of Qingxiaju has been completely destroyed.

Han Jing was strange again: "Why is Qingxia's house destroyed, but we will feel hungry instead? What does it matter?"

Look at the cracks in the magma being long enough, and the depth and width are almost the same. Yang Feng took out a bottle of elixir, poured two, one handed it to Han Jing, and ate one by himself.

Taking Han Jing back to a high platform near the lake, Yang Feng explained: "The level of Qingxiaju can't be determined as a teacher. Anyway, it can definitely control the time flow rate, so when Qingxiaju is not destroyed, we don't feel hungry, because the time in Qingxiaju space is still."

He threw the elixir into his mouth and bit it like a bean. The elixir slipped into his throat. His lips and teeth were fragrant and squeaked her lips. Han Jing asked curiously, "When we go out, or when we come in?"

"To be precise, until the moment when the magma breaks through the seal of Qingxiaju, if we can go out--

"Ah, pooh--"

Funned by Han Jing's strange appearance of spitting repeatedly, Yang Feng laughed and said, "What's wrong with you?"

"The pill you gave me is what we stepped on with our feet before!" Han Jing complained that it seemed that Yang Feng had done such a heinous thing.

"Oh, haven't you washed it with ten thousand years of empty green?" Yang Feng said solemnly.

"That's also--sister, Master, what is that?" Han Jing asked in a trembling voice.

Facing the magma lake, Han Jing happened to see a pictogram emerging from the magma lake. It is red all over, and its long nose beats the magma flexibly.

Recognizing the creatures in the magma lake at a glance, Yang Feng lowered his voice and said, "It's a fire-swallowing beast, an adult, at least a mysterious beast at the beginning of the prefecture level. Be quiet and don't disturb it."

Han Jing also lowered her voice and said, "Is the crystal nucleus of the fire swallowing beast a good thing?"

Roughly looking at the diffuse volcanic magma flowing into the crack, Yang Feng turned his head and stared at the fire swallowing beast in the lake. After a long time, he replied absent-mindedly: "Think about life first."

In the lake, four fire-swallowing beasts emerged, which were much smaller than the previous fire-wallowing beasts. They should be underage fire-wallowing beasts. They chased and played in the lake and made strange calls.

The sharp-eyed cold Jing also noticed that there are many unusual ripples surging in the magma lake. If that means a fire-swallowing beast, then the number of fire-wallowing beasts in the magma lake is considerable.

"Life must be saved, and the crystal core of the fire-swallowing beast should also be collected." Originally, I wanted to make a joke and cheer myself up, but I was swept by Yang Feng's surprised eyes. Han Jing curled her lips and looked sad.

"Binger just woke up and said that she had to cross the magma lake if she wanted to go out. If we don't disturb the fire- swallowing beast and reach the opposite shore, it must be a fool's dream.

"Don't be afraid." It was so difficult to spit out these two words that Yang Feng didn't know if his face was even worse.

Crossing this huge magma lake, the magma of the lake is enough to deter them. In addition, the temperature of the magma causes the air temperature to be frighteningly high. They must use their own mysterious power to resist the attack of high temperatures. Including the fire-swallowing beasts in the lake, Yang Feng is really helpless. .

"Well, I'm not afraid." Han Jing answered obediently. It seemed that she was really relieved. After her face returned as usual, she began to look around again.

The edge of the stone forest is a dividing line. Outside the stone forest, it is still in the belly of the earth, but not in the belly of the Qingyu Mountain. The rock walls are ordinary rocks, but they are more resistant to high temperature than ordinary rocks. The color is red and touching.

The place where the two stand is a piece stretched out by the stone forest, which is clearly separated from the surrounding red rocks.

Reaching out to try the temperature of the red rock, the ice condensed protective layer was melted in an instant. Han Jing quickly shrank her hand and said bitterly, "Even if you want to dig a groove from the rock wall to go around the lake to the rock, the temperature of the stone is enough to roast your feet."

Yang Feng, who was worried spontaneously, was stunned and asked, "Jing, what did you just say?"

"The temperature of this stone is enough to burn our legs."

"The previous sentence."

"Dig a trough from the rock wall, I know you will laugh at me and be whimsically." Speaking of this, she felt depressed and threatened, "Don't say it, or I'll kick you down to the lake to take a shower!"

Grabbing the dirty fist, Yang Feng joked in a good mood, "In the world, you are the only one who dares to threaten the master. Do you understand what respect for a teacher?

"I'm just a registered disciple, okay?" She raised the ice soul sword and stroked Yang Feng's neck twice. Han Jing said arrogantly, "I'm happy, when you are a master, I'm not happy, and I don't discuss it!"

From Han Jing's unintentional words and thought of a feasible way out of trouble, Yang Feng was in a good mood and joked, "Is it a misfortune for teachers and three students to accept such a lawless disciple like you?"

pretending to be a grimace, Han Jing retorted, "Is it lucky for you three lifetimes?" When this genius is famous all over the world, you will have the capital to boast that you have been a registered master for a few days.

"I've only been a registered master for a few days?" Yang Feng raised his eyebrows and asked, "Isn't it from your heart to worship your teacher? Explain it, otherwise, I won't take you when I go out as a teacher.

Huh? I forgot to tell the truth! Han Jing simply played tricks: "You heard it wrong!"

How can this girl play tricks? Yang Feng found it more interesting: "Is it really wrong to be a teacher?" The inadvertent curvature of the corners of his mouth showed that he was in the right mood.

Looking at the storage bracelet of the ball rabbit on his wrist and thinking about his dazzling performance like a group of snakes dancing, Han Jing said very firmly, "You must have heard it wrong."

"Well, even if the teacher heard it wrong. However, in view of your disrespect, I punished you for digging a groove on the rock wall.

Looking at Yang Feng's hand and seeing the remaining Shilin, Han Jing understood his plan.

That's quite a simple way, which is to dig a groove on the rock wall and pave the stone collected in the stone forest. Although the fire swallowing beast is powerful, they can't fly, so as long as the corresponding height is maintained, it is not difficult to cross the magma lake safely.

Han Jing thought she was smart and said, "Do you really want to dig a groove on the rock wall? It seems that the two of us can take turns to stick swords and guns on the rock wall and move forward alternately.

With a smile, Yang Feng said slowly, "Then someone who can't get home can't catch it and fall into the magma lake and become the food in the belly of the fire-swallowing beast."

She wanted to refute, but felt that she was not confident enough. Han Jing closed her mouth and acquiesced to the master's claim.

Of course, crossing the magma lake does not mean that you can get out of trouble. I also want to know that the fire-swallowing beast will definitely be blocked at the exit. But that's the next thing to consider, and both of them automatically ignore this problem.

The reason why the task of digging a groove falls on Han Jing is not that Yang Feng wants to be lazy, but that the power of the ice sword in this environment is unmatched by the purple electric nine-curve gun.

The task of collecting stones in the stone forest and moving to lay grooves was naturally done by Yang Feng.

Although he was ridiculed by Han Jing as a handyman, Yang Feng was also interested and did not forget to brag about himself: "Look, many teachers have the foresight. They dug a canal in advance to introduce volcanic magma into the magma lake to save your life, and saved so many stalactites. Otherwise, your feet are cooked now."

"Oh, blow it." Han Jing said.

Compared with the relaxation and pleasure of the two, the fire-swallowing beasts in the lake were extremely angry.

First, a small fire- swallowing beast found Han Jing on the rock wall and made a shrill cry.

A large group of red fire-swallowing beasts rise in the magma lake, the size is like a hill bag, and the smallest is about the size of a newborn elephant. They collectively shake their long red noses, and the blazing magma is tightly woven like a net on the lake.

The beasts were in line, and the fire net came. The sound was really terrible. Han Jing's hands and feet softened. Thanks to the ice sword in her hand, she inserted into the wall in time and used the power of the sword to stabilize her body.

The fire net flew ten meters away from Han Jing and fell down.

With a handful of cold sweat, Han Jing adjusted the groove from horizontal to upward, gradually pulling the distance from the magma lake. When the trough was only about ten meters away from the top of the mountain, she looked at the fire-swallowing beasts in the lake below, and there was no such a thrilling feeling.

The danger of death makes Han Jing always in a state of excitement. She devoted herself to the digging work with great enthusiasm.

In revenge on the fire-swallowing beast, every time she digs out a stone, she does not hesitate to condense it into a glove, and then holds the stone and smashes it fiercely into the magma lake.

This not only slowed down the progress, but also greatly wasted the Xuandan that the two relied on. Moreover, Han Jing did not dislike that those elixir had been trampled on by her feet.

Yang Feng was tossed by her nature and did not stop it. He just asked her to adjust her skills when she took the elixir.

Han Jing didn't realize that after she exhausted her ice power, she took the elixir to replenish vitality and qi, then adjusted her breath and practiced, and then immediately threw herself into a new round of cycle, which was equivalent to a training that challenged the limit.

Of course, Han Jing did not notice that Yang Feng had never taken the elixir. He just took a small sip to replenish his physical fitness and left all the elixir that could satisfy his hunger to her.

Until she was hungry again, Yang Feng looked at her poor eyes like a lost deer and said apologetically, "Jing, can you drink ten thousand years of empty green? There is no elixir that can be taken.

"As long as I can fill my stomach, I'm not picky about food." Han Jing nodded violently. When Wanzai Kong opened her mouth, the indescribable strange smell made her spit out the green ** and shouted, "Is this for people to drink?"

Yang Feng had a deep understanding of the degree of Wanzai Kongqing's unpalatability. Seeing this, he smiled and said, "It's okay. I've been drinking it as a teacher, and I don't think it's too bad."