"What a corrosive ability!" asked Chuanting in surprise, his eyes flickering.

"Hey, it's a pity it won't be poisoned!" he sighed helplessly, and threw only half of the branch in his hand into the coke with only sporadic flames.

With a bang, the flames jumped, the branches were ignited instantly, and the part of the flame **** stained with black soil, a wisp of pale black green smoke rose and dissipated in the steaming heatwave.

"If the Six Soul Banners also have the power of that demonic energy, why are you afraid of the attack of demon beasts, you will die if you rub it, and you will forget it if you stick it!" The Six Soul Banners in his hand shook gently, and the black mist swirled and swirled, like a man-devouring python, "It's just whimsical, if that's the case, will the human race tolerate my existence?"

Unthinkable, unthinkable!

The power of sharp weapons, the benefits of demonic energy, if it is used by me, it is a great good, and if it is not controlled by me, it is a great enemy!

The situation in the world, Mo Gai is like this. Among them, the human heart, the ghost is ghostly, and it is unspeakable.

Longing is just a thought, if it really does the Six Soul Banners like that demonic energy, with the current situation, the high-level of the human race must be suspicious, and it is inevitable that they will be questioned, maybe in the near future, the hidden demonic energy will sweep the world, and at that time, the question will be closely monitored.

Throwing away the impractical, ask Chuanting to say hello, the monkey jumped from the tree, Dugu flew to the shoulder, a person, a monkey and a sculpture set off again, the eroded soil, has been covered with charcoal fire, the high temperature may be able to reduce the corrosive ability, so as not to have a human race like him in the jungle accidentally stepped on it, thus suffering damage.

Asking Chuanting didn't know that not long after he left, a small bird with red eyes fell from the sky, and its little head was tilted and kept looking around, until it found that there was no danger, so it moved its claws humanely and walked like a human.

When he reached the place covered by the charcoal fire, he stopped at the place covered by the charcoal fire, stood on one leg, and leaned out with one claw, shaking from side to side, the charcoal fire was already removed, revealing the pitch-black dirt below, and the sharp claws flicked twice on it, leaving scratches that crossed vertically and horizontally.

The little head leaned forward a few points, its red eyes showed a look of joy, a crisp chirp sounded, the yellow beak opened, and it inhaled the earth covered by the charcoal fire, and a wisp of black gas rolled up from the dirt, and lightning was thrown at the bird's beak.

The long whale swallowed, and the black gas from the dirt poured into its beak one after another, until there was no trace of it, and then the little bird stopped its mouth, burped slightly, its head shook, and its red eyes showed a dissatisfied look.

With both claws moving, he turned in a circle around the place covered by the huge canopy, and finally stopped next to one of Wen Chuanting's footprints, his head lowered, and his red eyes turned twice on the footprints, and then he raised his head and looked in the direction where Wen Chuanting had left.

A soft chirp sounded, and the little bird flapped its wings, and its narrow wings stirred up at great speed, turning into a streamer of light, and flew away in the direction of Wen Chuanting's departure.

"Hell place! There is actually a volcano in the jungle?!" Standing at the foot of the mountain, he asked Chuanting thousands of people who didn't understand and ran wildly.

There are jungles and volcanoes, which is not surprising, but what makes Wen Chuan quite puzzled is that this volcano is not an extinct volcano, and the trees are not dry and charred trees. The volcano is also alive, and the magma is constantly flowing out, like a red spring. The trees are alive, verdant and green, rooted in fiery red magma.

What's even more bizarre is that the magma overflowing from the crater disappeared strangely less than halfway up the mountain after being blocked by trees.

He couldn't feel a trace of heat and anger and asked Chuanting, staring at the scene halfway up the mountain in a daze, "Illusion, definitely illusion, how can there be such a strange place in the world!"

He won't believe that this strange scene is real, wood makes fire, even if the trees are green, when they encounter hot magma, the first thing that appears is the evaporation of water, even if they can't form a thick fog of water vapor, the trees will appear dry and wilted, and then ignite flames and burn in the magma.

But here, the trees are growing well, there is no sign of drying, the hot and fiery magma is also constantly flowing downward, and the transpiring air flow is constantly tumbling upward, but it does not cause any damage to the trees.

"The trees are still so brittle!" asked Chuanting as he pulled his sword out of the trunk of the tree beside him, and looked at the trees in the magma above again, "I just don't know if the ones above are any different from here." ”

Just as Wen Chuanting had the heart to go up and test it, a black dot rolled down the magma, halfway up the mountain, and asked Chuanting to see clearly what the black spot was, but a crow playing in the magma.

The wings churned, stirring up the magma, forming a splash of water, like two small waterfalls flowing, the magma dripping from the wings, not yet dripping, the high head slammed down, and the petite body plunged into the magma.

The magma is rolling and flowing, and the endless fire is steaming, spreading all over the mountain, reflecting it in a fiery red, and the roots of the giant trees stand tall one after another, as if the root is the sea god's needle, and the magma is fixed on the mountain.

The small head burrowed out of the magma, and then the whole body, fluttered up, swirled around the tree, spiraled up, and reached the canopy, turned leisurely, and folded its wings, almost compared to sharp arrows, leisurely descended, and burrowed into the magma again.

I was fascinated by the question, and I still didn't believe that this was the magnificence of heaven and earth, just as an illusion. Wuzi is still vigilant, holding a long sword in his hand, and is on guard.

The demon area is no more comfortable than the environment, the jungle is everywhere, the danger is everywhere, the monsters are infested, and the gods and ghosts are unpredictable.

Being vigilant is the best policy, and if you are not careful, you will die.

Seeing the crow rolling in the magma, reaching the mountainside, and the magma disappeared instantly, Wen Chuanting's eyes widened, and he searched carefully, trying to see the flaw.

His eyes went around and around, but he finally got nothing, and he unconsciously stepped forward under his feet, not wanting the figure in front of him to shake, and asked Chuanting to stop abruptly.

"But it's a rat demon!" Seeing the monster in front of him, he asked Chuanting in his heart, "When can a mouse grow so big and be indistinguishable from a wolf?"

The eyes are carefully examined on the demon rat, the small eyes are not big, they are extraordinarily round, the head is thin, the two front teeth are like bricks, the white seeps and flickers with cold light, the body is covered with gray hairs, and the roots are like sharp thorns.

"What a ferocious-looking mouse!" asked Chuanting in amazement, and when the rat demon leaned down slightly and made an attack posture, Wen Chuanting withdrew his gaze.

Knowing that Suosuo's voice sounded, Wen Chuanting raised his eyes and looked around, and a gray-haired mouse turned out from behind the tree, drove forward, forming an arc around him, and his eyes with murderous red light were staring at Wen Chuanting's body.

The unanimous gaze made the monkey unconsciously take a step back, tighten the stick in his hand, and return a murderous gaze.

Dugu shook off his wings, tilted his head to look at the group of rats in front of him, his eyes were full of disdain. Half an arc, the size of a brush, a neat red eye, like a red lantern hanging high, but a little smaller.