The madness of the firehunters, their persistence, and the desperate pursuit of the firehunters give Jory a glimpse of them for what they really are.

A towering sword peak next to the fire lake, the interior was carved out of a hollow space by manpower, the lower part of the peak is full of people, and the stone wall remains with lava-like glass, this space seems to be a naturally formed internal world, but the feeling in his heart tells Qiao Li that there is a group of powerful demons, who have carved out this internal space with their own flame power.

Up and down three hundred meters, deep underground, looking horizontally and vertically, Jory stood on the side of the suspended spiral-shaped wall-attached lava road, looking down at the magma-like lake below, the boiling hot current from the underground lava lake below, the scorching air currents blowing away his hair, the smell of sulfur rushing in.

At this moment, Jory is already in the lair of the fire hunters, and they call this lair the quenching volcano, which means the mountain of fire tempered all year round, and the body of the fire hunter is tempered in the fire all year round. And below the hollow mountain, the lake of flames that goes deep into the ground, is a pure lava lake, the extreme heat of up to thousands of degrees makes it impossible for any fragile creature to survive, and the air inside the quenching volcano, the average temperature is at least about 100 degrees, the more it falls, the more terrifying the scorching heat.

Without Molten Heart's flame immunity, Jory would have been roasted dry in a matter of minutes inside the quenching volcano, and his hair would spontaneously combust due to the heat. Even with the amount of soul power that released the Molten Heart at all times, Jory could feel the heat of the lava lake below the peak, and he could roughly feel that even if the Molten Heart protected him, he couldn't get too close to the lava lake below the peak.

The spiral-shaped adherent mountain road circles around the hollow mountain, and the hollow part has a slender backbone, and occasionally there are fire hunters from one end of the mountain wall, through the slender frame beam to the other end, intricately, like a small world with a complete interior.

"No one threatens us here, Jory, and you can enjoy our hinterland, but one thing I must tell you is that the lava lake beneath us is not to be approached." After the fire man finished speaking to Jori, he seemed to want to show a smile, but the corners of the fire man's mouth looked pale and stiff.

I didn't get the joy of the last poem, but there was a stiff smile on the fire man's face.

Johnson, Huo Nan, and the rest of the people supported each other, stepped onto the hollow beam in the mountain, and walked towards the opposite side. Jory watched them reach the other side of the mountain, watched them turn into a passage, and when they disappeared, Jory slowly moved away, wandering aimlessly in the mountain.

"Hello...... Ahem, may I ask you ...... Cough...... Jory? ”

A person approached the side, and before anyone arrived, his soft voice came first.

The young man in a white robe held a square towel to his mouth, and he coughed uncontrollably twice every time he said a word. His short brown hair looked a little dry in the scorching air, and his young eyes were wilted and his bags were abnormally dark, but his eyes were very bright.

In the hot wind that filled the heat, the young man's weak body looked a little shaky, he took off the square scarf that covered his mouth, carefully put it back in his pocket, and immediately showed a weak smile to Jori.

"Sir, you can call me 'Climelon.'" Looking at Jory's eyes slowly widening, looking at the look of surprise in his eyes, Cleron still maintained a flawless weak smile, and he agreed: "...... You read that right, I'm the younger brother of the fire man. ”

This sickly and handsome young man, whose body is showing a weak state, introduces himself to Jory. And when he mentioned the fire man, Clee Mellon's meticulous reserved smile was a little sluggish, and then he quickly took out a square scarf and covered it to his mouth, coughing roughly.

Huo Nan said that his younger brother Klee Mellon came back to pick up Jori, but to Jori's surprise, his younger brother was actually such a person with such a big contrast from Huo Nan. Not to mention the subtle age contrast, based on the impression that Huo Nan left on Jory, Huo Nan is a straightforward and cheerful boy, and when he fights, Huo Nan is especially fierce in attack, and his momentum alone is no worse than Johnson. And his younger brother ...... It's like a sick literati, and a literati who is more than ten years older than the fire man's appearance.

After Climelon gasped, he took back the square scarf preciously, he bowed slightly and smiled: "Mr. Jory has come from afar, I apologize for not allowing you to rest for the time being, after all, the most important poem, please come with me first, Lord Salostine is waiting for you." ”

Led by the self-proclaimed Fire Man's brother Clemeron, Jory and he walked along the Spiral Mountain Road into the depths of the mountain.

"Is the fire man's younger brother, is it really ...... It's alike. Jory muttered softly.

Clemon paused, he turned his head and smiled slightly: "Sorry? ”

Stirring his nose and taking two deep breaths, Jory whispered, "There is the same smell of sulfur as the fire man, but unfortunately, it's too cold." ”

For no other reason, from the first sight of this "Kerry Mellon", who claims to be the younger brother of the fire man, Jory felt uncomfortable. His morbid temperament, with his delicate elegance and gentleness, was incompatible with this space full of raging heat, he was like a piece of ice in the fire, but it would not be melted by the fire, and Climelon's temperament was completely different from that of the fire-hunters as a whole.

"Oh, sir, are you so talkative in front of my brother?" Clemon smiled lightly, he was like an elegant nobleman, turned his body sideways, made a slight gesture of please, Cremellon took out a square scarf again, covered his mouth and wiped it, he said slowly: "I can send the most anticipated poems to our fire hunters...... Cough...... First of all, on behalf of all the Fire Hunters, I am very grateful for your generosity, please, we ......"

Thank you very much...... Generosity?

Jory frowned and interrupted Cleron in a loud voice: "Are you mistaken?" ”

"Aren't you here to generously send us the most delighted poems?"

Cremellon's sunken eye sockets showed a puzzled look, his bright pupils reflected Jory's gloomy face, and Cremero's clear and bright eyes did not carry a trace of scheming.

"Hehe, of course not." Jory smiled calmly, his fingertips unconsciously slid over the palm of his hand, Jory tilted his neck and raised his chin, he grinned and said softly: "How can I make a gratuitous contribution, since your brother asked you to come and pick me up, didn't he tell you what kind of person I am?" ”

Cleron coughed slightly and whispered, "It was my rudeness." ”

At a distance from the lava lake underground, the spiral-shaped staircase of the mountain road has changed, and the inner caverns that have been used to house people or open public places have completely disappeared here. And in the deeper part of the ground, there are more other fire hunters, and the fire hunters seen from Jory are all concentrated in the depth of the lava lake that is biased to the ground, and they are doing some strange things, some meaningless things.

Walking quickly to the edge of the mountain road, Cleron lowered his eyelids and glanced at the lava lake below, and said in a hoarse voice, "This is the height, it's okay......"

Seeing that Cremellon stopped, Jory also came with him to the edge of the mountain road, looking down at the lava lake below.

At this time, Cleron took out a hexagonal diamond-shaped crystal the size of his thumb, pinched the fiery red crystal on his fingertips, and stretched his arm towards the hollow place outside the mountain road.

Clemon coughed twice, calmed down and smiled at Jory: "Every time Lord Salosteen wakes up from his deep sleep, he loses his temper, this is the first time you have come to the Quenching Volcano, for the sake of your safety, you will not continue to approach." ”

Time seems to slow down at this moment.

The hexagonal orange crystal that Cremellon pinched was held flat in the air, and below the hexagonal crystal was a lava lake filled with terrifying heat. Smiling, Climeron, he removed the scarf from his mouth, and at the same moment, he released the crystal he was holding in his left hand.

The crystal, which had lost Cleemron's grip, fell straight from his hand towards the lava lake. Orange crystals fell alone, crystals clanging across the mountains and toward the lava lake below.

And when this crystal falls, every fire hunter who sees this crystal, their indifferent expressions will become very strange.

These fire hunters, who were less than a hundred meters away from the lava lake, were stunned for a moment when they saw the orange crystals falling, and then their faces were full of astonishment.

And in their inexplicable astonishment and anger, this inconspicuous little crystal piece fell into the bubbling magma. The crystal slice floated on a bubbling magma for a moment, and the moment the magma bubble exploded, it sank into it, being mercilessly swallowed and melted by the magma.

However, in less than three breaths, the whole mountain shook slightly. Jory looked at the surface of the mountain road beneath his feet, wondering if it was his own delusion, but after a moment, his delusion gradually turned into a substantial feeling.

…… There was an earthquake!

Cleron stepped back at this moment until his back was pressed against the mountain wall, and he chuckled, "Hehe, Lord Salostine woke up, and he started to lose his temper. ”

"Bubbling ......"

The surface of the lava lake at a deep depth drops suddenly, and the center of the magma forms a swirling vortex in less than two seconds.

The heat that sublimated in an instant ignited the air in an instant, and the scorching waves rushed up one after another, as if they were about to bury the entire mountain with a terrifying temperature.

The swirling magma on the surface of the lava lake suddenly erupted a dazzling fire more than 20 meters high, and when the splashed magma fell, a thick magma condensate appeared on the surface of the lava lake. Billowing magma slid down the condensate, revealing the outlines of five thick fingers.

Composed entirely of magma, an arm glowing with burning fire stretched out of the lava lake, which fell silent for a moment before slamming into a boulder in the lava lake. The magma surface of the lava lake rioted again, and the surface of the lava lake rose violently.

"Hmm————"

A deep and long hum came from below, raising the surface of the lava lake for more than ten meters, and then descending again. From the lava that rolled into the lava lake, a huge head emerged from the magma.

This huge skull is at least more than ten meters in diameter, and as soon as it appears, it shakes this skull, which is several times larger than a house, and shakes off the magma on the skull. During the lava lake riot, the temperature in the mountain rose layer by layer, and when the underground lava lake was raging, another thick and huge arm stretched out from the lava lake, and this arm more than thirty meters long slapped on another boulder by the lava lake.

Then, the two magma arms pressed against the boulder bent up, and the majestic body sunk in the lava lake, slowly rising from the lake.

"For ...... What...... Wake me up!! ”

The dull sound is like a mountain and a sea, and the sound waves roll and disperse, echoing in this enclosed space.

This unimaginable terrifying creature completely supported its body sunk in the lava lake with its arms, and for a while, the entire mountain was a terrifying heat wave that people couldn't look at directly.

There was a long, dull roar that resounded through the mountain, and the majestic sound echoed in bursts.

"There's no perfect reason to be prepared to bear my wrath—"