Beneath the tens of thousands of feet of ice, there are warm rock formations that stretch from dark red to orange, bubbling thick magma, with a strong sulfur smell that is extremely pungent, and in the center of the bursting magma is a throne piled up in dark red.

The long crow-like hair obscured the handsome face, and the man leaned languidly on the dark throne like a god sleeping in the center of the earth, with the blazing fire and rugged rocks beneath his feet.

"It's beautiful." Mo Zishu's eyes were gloomy, stroking the fire dragon that was spewing fire waves impatiently, and chuckled: "You look like a demon to the bones and have the appearance of a country, but although he has feminine beauty, he also does not lose the handsomeness of a man."

"Don't stare at me with your bead-like eyes, think about what you look like now."

Qi Zixuan hated that he was not a human body now.

tied up Mo Zishu, a little conscienceless one, and then burned the thing that took his name with a fire.

As if it was to respond to Qi Zixuan's thoughts.

In the quiet and hot cavern of the earth's core, there was a harsh and noisy sound, like a sharp weapon rubbing against the hard mountain, and the hideous and strange rock hanging from the cave cracked, and the stone fragments fell one after another, falling into the thick magma.

A pale bone claw stretched out from the huge cracked fire bubble seed, and steadily grasped the falling stone fragment, and easily shattered it, the stone slag floating in the churning red pulp, and was soon swallowed and disappeared without a trace.

The fire dragon slammed into front of Mo Zishu, and roared in a low voice at the white bones that were born halfway, and the dragon power shook, and the monster with white bones as branches and lava as flesh and blood was shattered.

In the next moment, thousands of monsters poured out, and they frantically climbed onto the backs of their companions, layer upon layer, opening their mouths that the molten slurry kept flowing out, and the red to the point that the dark eye sockets were visible to the naked eye.

They are the demons who love in the flames of hell's punishment, the embodiment of the evil thoughts that their masters have hidden.

Mo Zishu's hair exploded, and the white hair on the white tail swaying behind her exploded, and even trembled as if she had a spirit.

"It's ugly!"

It's all evil and ugliness that hits the heart.

The fire dragon sweeping in the monster group paused when he heard this, and couldn't believe that the little fox could still say such a thing at such a time, and sure enough, the monsters were also collectively stunned, and then they intensified their screaming attacks, biting the scales around the red dragon's body into pits.

The dragon groaned angrily, and the little fox touched his nose a little weakly, stared at the sleeping man from the layers of monsters, found the right place to stay, and with the careful thought of revenge, flexibly stepped on the fire dragon's head, and turned over to the throne.

Roars and screams were endless, but the throne was like another world, quiet and secluded, like a divine domain specially created for the gods of hell.

The unintentional appearance under the black hair is handsome enough to put the true god to shame.

Mo Zishu took a few steps forward, trying to shake up roughly, but she stepped on a strong and hot hard object, and she lowered her head to see the iron chains that had been burned by the lava.

The iron chain came from the depths of the magma, like unwilling evil spirits in order to strangle the gods, and deliberately created shackles, imprisoning this king forever in a square inch of land, and sinking with them in hell.

The crisp sound of the chains should have drowned out the fighting, but it made the screaming monsters suddenly quiet, and then looked back at the girl with empty eyes, as if waiting for her next move.

The fire dragon twisted its body and rushed to the side of the vibrating little fox, rubbing her head extremely lightly.