"There is no way ahead, what should you do?" Han Caicai suddenly turned around and smiled playfully at Mu Qingge.
Mu Qingge looked at him but said nothing.
Han Caicai said to himself: "The blue realm cannot control the air for a long time. Besides, in such an environment, you have to block the erosion of fire and also control the air. I'm afraid your body's aura can't support it for long."
Mu Qingge suddenly laughed: "It sounds like you can fly."
"At least I don't have to use my spiritual power to resist the fire poison." Han Caicai smiled even brighter.
Fire poison! poison!
Han Caicai's words reminded Mu Qingge.
If fire is regarded as a kind of poison, is there any antidote to it
Mu Qingge quickly searched in his mind, and found the result after a while.
She remembered that among Mengmeng's Tibetan medicines, there seemed to be a medicinal material that could exude a transparent and sticky juice. Applying it to the body could prevent fire.
Although this effect will disappear after the juice evaporates and needs to be applied again, it can at least reduce the consumption of spiritual energy and stand on the same starting line as Han Caicai.
"Then I won't bother you." Mu Qingge smiled and raised an eyebrow provocatively at Han Caicai.
Han Caicai narrowed his eyes, snorted arrogantly, stepped forward, walked in the air, and followed the lava river.
After he left, there was something new among Mu Qing singers.
That was given to her by Mengmeng. This plant that looks like a rugby ball is a treasure that can avoid fire.
Mu Qingge lifted it up, placed it on top of his head, and squeezed it hard.
Suddenly, a stream of transparent liquid slanted out and spread from her head to her body. Soon, it was all over her body, but no trace could be seen.
After finishing, Mu Qingge withdrew his spiritual power. Sure enough, he could no longer feel the hot breath, but felt a special coolness.
'It's really a treasure! Mu Qingge's eyes lit up and a smile appeared on her lips. 'Mengmeng, how many more of these plants do you have? '
'Don't worry, Master Yin, I have a lot of cute treasures in stock, you can get as much as you want. Mengmeng said confidently.
With this logistical support, Mu Qingge's smile became even more moving. He kicked off his feet and chased Han Caicai.
There were no huge rocks for the two of them to stay on the lava river.
Whenever the air control is exhausted, the two of them will fall down, rest for a while, and then continue deeper.
Mu Qingge's relaxed expression surprised Han Caicai.
On the way, he looked around from time to time, as if he wanted to know what treasure Mu Qingge relied on to avoid the heavy heat wave here.
In this world of fire, the two of them didn't know how long they had walked, let alone how many meters they had gone deep.
Whenever his spiritual power was about to be exhausted, Mu Qingge would take out the pills and chew them in large quantities. The corner of Han Caicai's eyes hurt when he saw it, but he had to take out his own elixir to replenish his strength.
However, he still underestimated the number of pills Mu Qingge had.
After the last pill he brought was taken, Mu Qingsinger still grabbed a handful of intermediate pills and kept throwing them into his mouth.
"Hey, how many pills do you have left?" Han Caicai asked with a dark face.
Mu Qingge glanced at him and said with a joking smile: "Don't worry, I won't hold you back anyway."
The sarcastic words made Han Caicai's face darken slightly. His lazy and low voice was a bit gloomy, and he said awkwardly: "If you still have enough pills, give me some."
"Huh? Why doesn't the young master of Wanxiang Tower bring enough elixirs when he goes out?" Mu Qingge shook her head.
(End of chapter)