On that black island, a flame burned calmly. [No pop-ups. 】

This is pure flame, presenting a bright red color, you can think that its temperature is not high enough, so the present spectrum of red is free nearby, but you cannot deny its purity.

Because it is created out of thin air, sustained out of thin air,

You don't need a single bit of fuel.

Above the flame, the ramp is grilled, which is cut into long strips, sprinkled with spices, and coated with a little honey.

The grease in the R dry was scorched and spilled little by little, dripping into the flames, and then burning and exploding in the flames.

The aroma is overflowing.

Ge Sheng stretched out his hand, took off a piece of R-stem, tore off a piece and put it in his mouth and teeth to chew, then nodded with satisfaction and handed it to Ziquan: "Eat a little." ”

Ziquan's whole body was wrapped in a strange blue light, lingering around her, she nodded, took off the wet gauze covering her mouth and nose, reached out to take it, put it in her mouth and chewed it a little, and swallowed it.

There is no alternation of the sun and moon here, and Ge Sheng does not know how long it has been, and it is difficult for the biological clock to adapt to the time here, but he will still be tired after all.

Two people alternate resting, and if one rest time is calculated as two hours, then about twelve hours have passed.

That is, one day.

No one came.

In other words, even living beings have never been found in this magma world.

The surface of this world seems to be shrouded in this sea of magma, and the fire element is abundant to an unimaginable level. Correspondingly, the water element is so thin that it is unbelievable.

There aren't a lot of things a person needs to survive in a completely unfamiliar world.

First of all, he needs enough air to sustain the basic environment of life, such as temperature, humidity, and toxins that do not affect life activities.

Although the conditions of this magma world are very harsh, they still barely possess these conditions.

Miraculously, the air in this world can indeed sustain breathing, but correspondingly, there is a large amount of sulfur vapor in the air - this element has always been considered to be low toxicity, but because it has a considerable degree of irritation to the trachea, and a large amount of inhalation can cause coma, so Ziquan and Ge Sheng both moistened with gauze and wrapped it around their mouths and noses to filter this gas.

In addition to the air, another thing to pay attention to is the temperature, according to Ziquan, the surface temperature of this world is close to the boiling point of water, and the air temperature is kept at more than twice the temperature of midsummer, which is originally a temperature that cannot sustain life, and just dehydration can quickly make a person fall into a coma.

At this time, Ge Sheng came up with a very useful magic.

Light light.

A very simple, but very useful little magic spell from the hands of Her Royal Highness the Ninth Princess.

Her original intention for compiling this magic was simple—to avoid the slight irritability caused by the summer heat, and later in the rainforest of Aynlou, it also made the two teenagers much more comfortable.

But at this point, the magic showed its magical effect.

The basic principle of this magic is to construct independent gas cycles in a small area, to maximize the temperature of this range at a low level, and pay mana to maintain this cycle.

Ye Qing's magic power is actually not very good, but she holds Chiba Liubi in her hand, so the problem of magic power can be ignored.

When they came into the world, this magic, which was originally designed to be very different from this, managed to keep the heat out of their bodies after using it, and was perfect except for a certain amount of mana cost.

It's just that due to the scarcity of the water element, the two had to take a part of the little fresh water left to complete this magic.

This is the reason for the blue light that lingers on Ziquan's body.

When these things that can sustain the basic survival of life are solved, the next conditions that limit survival time are nothing more than food and water.

Ge Sheng and Ziquan both came in with the standard mission configuration of the Burial Snow Society, which meant that each person had three days' worth of fresh water and food.

In terms of food, the Funeral Snow Club was equipped with dried R, fresh mustard, salt, a small bottle of honey, and two boxes of nuts, the original intention was to replenish nutrition and maintain high energy during the completion of the mission, and here, the two of them counted their reserves and divided them into ten days' portions.

Quite simply, it is three days of food, divided into ten days.

This is also the limit of survival time set by two people for themselves.

Although it is not naïve to expect that someone will come here to rescue them through the outer barriers, it is everyone's instinct to rely on the existing conditions to survive.

The two of them thought about moving, moving to a larger island, or an island close to the mainland, where they might be able to get food to replenish, or they could seek the help of intelligent beings, but unfortunately, although the wind element here is abundant, it is difficult to drive it, and the levitation technique is almost impossible to maintain.

As for the more advanced flying arts, or even the wings of the sky, they didn't try.

It's not that it doesn't feel necessary, it's that they won't.

Ge Sheng is an intermediate magician who writes mages and reads swordsmen, and he doesn't plan to dabble in the seven-stage magic of flying for the time being, and the levitation technique feels very delicious and very delicious.

Ziquan is a genuine magic swordsman, and he is also quite a genius, out of the theory that the magic swordsman himself is a genius, the magic swordsman who walked into Ye Ye Academy is naturally the leader of the demon swordsman group.

But unfortunately, it won't just won't.

Although Ziquan himself stood at the top of the Great Demon Swordsman and began to consider the question of which river of magic or martial arts was more suitable for him, starting to think about it did not mean starting to get involved.

Purple Springs is good at water-based magic, and has a slight dabbling in wind, but due to the combat nature of the magic swordsman, most of these spells are auxiliary and a little quick attack magic.

Wind Flying Spell.

This - most of the magic swordsmen said that the levitation technique was enough.

So it's hard to leave.

It's a world of magma, with a crimson cloud-covered sky and endless churning magma as far as the eye can see.

The only sound was the bubbling undercurrent of magma, and the muffled sound of compressed bubbles bursting at the bottom of the magma to the surface.

However, when it was determined that they wanted to live, Ziquan and Ge Sheng still did something.

Since the heat source came from the ground instead of the sky, the two men used their weapons to cut through the solidified rock, cut it into bricks, and built a thick stone fort on the rock.

When the thick basalt bricks are laid, it is difficult for the heat from the ground to gush out, and when the bricks are built into an oval bunker on the island, it is difficult for the frenzied air currents to pour in.

The two men conserved their strength, completed the rudimentary fortification in the fastest time with the fewest movements, and then retreated into the bunker, as if a hermit crab had locked its conch shell.

Due to the abundance of fire elements here, Ge Sheng easily lit a flame and placed it in the center of the bunker, which could be used to heat some food while lighting it.

That's all they have to rely on.

Ziquan looked at Ge Sheng, who was silent on the other side, and they had barely spoken a word to each other during this long day, since the fortifications had been completed.

Because no one wants to say it.

Please don't ...... again

However, this re-word is something that two people can never hope for.

Death seems to be an inevitable thing, and what is being done now is only delaying the pace of death.

In the face of this great fear, the two of them did not collapse, but they were not in the mood to talk about other things.

Turning around, he relieved his hand not far from the other party, the word shame had been extremely diluted, and then he boiled NY dry with the power of magic, and the pure water element was replenished into his light light.

Ziquan chewed on the stem in his mouth, and even so, the boy in front of him instinctively cooked it quite deliciously.

However, there is no point in delaying such a delay.

Ziquan thought about it, and walked over.

This bunker is not small, only one size smaller than Xiao Jiu's igloo at the beginning, so it takes five steps to walk from the left side of Purple Spring to the right side of Ge Sheng.

Ge Sheng sensed Ziquan's footsteps, and turned around to see the gentle dove gray eyes.

Those eyes were originally very dim and weak during the day, but at this time, they were shining.

"Now." Ziquan looked at Ge Sheng's black eyes, reached out and rubbed his somewhat messy black hair, which had a lot of dirt and ash on it, but he didn't have time to take care of it.

"Can you tell me a story?" With an expectant look, Ziquan said to Ge Sheng.

(End of chapter)