Chapter 437: Mu Qingge, do you want a face (4)

Now, listening to Han Caicai's question, a possibility has arisen in her heart: "Is the abnormality of the sunset wasteland related to the fire, clouds and sun?"
Han Caicai nodded heavily.
"You mean, the fire, clouds and sun are hidden in the sunset wasteland? Because of its own characteristics, this wasteland is unique?" Mu Qingge asked with narrowed eyes.
Han Caicai said: "I have read many ancient books. Thousands of years ago, the sunset wasteland was not what it is today."
"Thousands of years, the vicissitudes of life, the landform has changed, it is not unusual." Mu Qingge questioned.
Han Caicai looked at her with some surprise in her eyes. She seemed to be a little surprised at her opinion: "It seems that Qin's first dude is not dude at all, but rather knowledgeable and talented."
"Put away your compliments, it's important to talk about business." Mu Qingge glanced at him with disdain.
Han Caicai's red lips twitched, not angry. There is hidden excitement in the long and narrow phoenix eyes: "What if this change was caused in a day?"
"What!" Mu Qingge's turn was shocked.
"How much do you know about the legend of the sunset wasteland?" Han Caicai smiled confidently, her mouth pursed with an arrogant look: "Legend, thousands of years ago, the sunset wasteland was the same as the surroundings, with bushes, streams and swamps everywhere. But, on a certain day, people living nearby saw fire falling from the sky and falling here. In an instant, bushes burned, creeks dried up, swamps solidified, and green land became a wasteland. From then on, there was no grass but only this blood. Red gravel. Because the fire was dazzling as the sun, people later named this place Sunset Wasteland."
"If the legend is true, the fire that fell back then was Huoyun Yangyan?" Mu Qingge was surprised that there was such a legend in the sunset wasteland. Moreover, I also heard the meaning of Han Caicai's words.
"Yes! It must be the fire cloud and sun flame. The fire cloud and sun flame, its appearance is as bright as the sun, and it is extremely dazzling, and wherever it passes, there is no grass growing, like a fire burning cloud." Han Caicai's tone was vaguely excited.
But Mu Qingge wanted to calm down a lot. She frowned and asked: "I just want to know that Huo Yun Yang Yan is still not here."
All fires are spiritual and can move at will. They come here all the way, what if the fire runs away? Isn't it just a waste of bamboo baskets?
"Impossible!" Han Caicai directly denied Mu Qingge's guess.
He explained: "I have sent countless people to inquire before, Huo Yun Yang Yan is still here." Suddenly, he paused, frowned, and said uncertainly: "The smell of the sunset wasteland has been It’s very stable. So, I didn’t notice it at the beginning. Now it seems that a thousand years ago, Huoyunyangyan must have been hit hard after fighting with other different fires. After falling, it entered a dormant state and recuperated."
"Is there still fighting between different fires?" Mu Qingge was the first to hear of such things.
Han Caicai glanced at her with pride in her phoenix eyes: "Of course. Different fires have aura, and when they encounter similar species that are repelled by the body, they will naturally fight against each other. If they can defeat the opponent, or even swallow them, they can strengthen themselves. "
Mu Qingge was dumbfounded. She once again discovered that she had seen too little of this world.
At this time, Han Caicai was not interested in popularizing science for Mu Qingge. He teleported into the sunset wasteland and disappeared in front of Mu Qingge in a blink of an eye.
Without thinking about it, Mu Qingge immediately followed.
There is no one in the wilderness in the sunset.
The two unscrupulously used methods and moved quickly in the sunset wasteland.