It's just that with this strength, although the corpse bollworm pinched was about to vomit blood, it was not pinched to death.

Mo Jiu only felt a pain in his palm, and his face turned white in an instant.

Huang Qingwan just turned around at this time and saw a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.

And in his clenched fist, a drop of freshness also oozed.

Mo Jiu expressionlessly threw the half-dead corpse bollworm pinched by him in his hand directly into the infernal magma that Huang Qingwan poured out.

Hearing a crackling sound, the corpse bellworm instantly seemed to be fried, and in less than a moment, it was burned to ashes by the infernal magma.

"Are you okay?" Huang Qingwan looked at Mo Jiu's somewhat pale face, and there was a trace of worry in his dark red eyes.

"Nothing." Mo Jiu lightly wiped the blood in his palm, and there was a very small opening in the palm of his right hand, but this opening had caused his entire palm to turn black.

Huang Qingwan's face changed suddenly, she was just a Yuan Shen clone, Mo Jiu actually went directly to catch the corpse bellworm for her, and Huang Qingwan's rare conscience was uneasy.

The poison of the corpse bollworm will not be solved for half an hour, and even Mo Jiu may not be able to hold on.

Before Huang Qingwan could do anything, he saw Mo Jiu suddenly squat down and submerge his entire right hand into the hot infernal magma.

"It's over, it's over, it's useless-" Xiao Qi was frightened, flapping his wings and circling around Mo Jiu calmly, before he troubled His Royal Highness, could there be an omen, so that if he suddenly put his hand into the infernal magma, would his little heart not be able to stand it, okay?

Huang Qingwan was also startled, but did not stop him.

Since only the hell magma can burn the corpse bollworm, it is estimated that only the hell magma can dissolve the corpse bollworm poison?

It's just that I put my hand in it like this, and I don't burn it into a pair of bones.

Huang Qingwan suddenly remembered the Hell Fire Lotus Pill that the little fox had refined for Xiao Niang back then, and when he took it out, he pulled Mo Jiu's hand out of the Hell Magma, and without waiting for him to say anything, he directly stuffed the Hell Fire Lotus Pill into his mouth.

She is now a grasshopper in the same boat as Mo Jiu, and she doesn't want this demon highness to hang up like this.

Such a beautiful hand, I have to hold the weapon later, if it is ruined, it will not be cost-effective.

The Hell Fire Lotus is a lotus flower that grows out of the magma of hell, and Huang Qing pulled his big toe to think that the Hell Fire Lotus would definitely be able to dissolve the venom of the corpse bell worm.

Mo Jiu was also taken aback, a Hell Fire Lotus Pill fell into his stomach, and the black in his palm retreated almost instantly.

It's just that his entire right hand was burned red by the infernal magma, as if he was about to shed a layer of skin.

The left hand is like a jade finger orchid, and the right hand is like a bear's paw.

The contrast is stark.

"It's okay, it's not rotten." Huang glanced at his hand, and inexplicably breathed a sigh of relief, such an injury is as powerful as Mo Jiu, and it won't take a while to recover automatically.

"Didn't you take out these things earlier, do you want to trap Your Highness?" In Mo Jiu's hand, it was obvious that he was hostile to Huang Qinghu, cocking the bird's tail, flying over her head, eager to pull a bubble of bird feces on her head.

"Little Seven." Mo Jiu immediately threw an eye knife at it, so frightened that the seven bluebirds were about to explode.

Really, this woman is His Highness's disaster star at all-