Chapter Ninety-Three: The Volcano of Ilatha

"Smack!"

"Please, stop fighting, everything I know has already been recruited, give me a good time!"

In a dimly lit underground prison, Xiao Si, the deacon of the Blood Demon Sect who was covered in blood and covered with whip marks, was hung in the air with thick bound limbs, and a blood guard held a bone scraping whip and constantly whipped his body, a whip fell to his body, and the pain entered the bone marrow, Xiao Si screamed and kept begging for mercy. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Stop!"

Ding Buer opened his mouth to stop the blood guard who was about to whip him, staring at the incomplete, miserable Xiao Si, his eyes were terrifying, and he said coldly: "You want to die so happily, how can it be, not only dare to collude with the Thousand Obscenity Sect to deal with Xiaoxue, but also reveal my identity to the Holy Mother of Jiuli, how could I let you die so easily!"

"Go on, I want him to die in endless agony!"

With a command, Ding Buji turned around and left the dungeon.

"Ding Buer, you don't have to die well, and I won't let you go as a ghost!"

Looking at the back of Ding Buer's departure, Xiao Si's eyes were full of despair and hatred, and he shouted with tears in his eyes.

"Smack!"

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The ancestral land of the Zhurong clan is located in southern Xinjiang and even the world's largest active volcano under the Yilatuo volcano, in the Jiuli language, Yilatuo is the meaning of the god of fire, so the Yilatuo volcano is also called the fire god mountain, the legend is the birthplace of the fire god Zhurong, the Yilatuo volcano is ten thousand feet high, the flames are endless all year round, and the fire aura is very strong, so there are many martial artists who practice fire attribute exercises in order to enter the cultivation in it, and invest in the Zhurong clan to become a guest, so that the strength of the Zhurong clan is the top in the Jiuli clan, only under the Dijiang clan, like the Xuanming clan that Ding Buer first got acquainted with, the strength of the Jiuli clan is only the bottom。

The Jiuli clan is composed of Dijiang, Zhurong, Jumang, luxury than the corpse, Qiangliang, Houtu, Rongshou, Tianwu, Xuanming nine clans, of which Dijiang is the head, the strength is the most powerful, control the Wu Temple, faintly for the Jiuli clan in the imperial family, the other eight clans are known as the Jiuli royal family, Zhurong and Jumang are second only to the Dijiang clan, but because the Zhurong clan is the descendant of the god of fire, and the Jumang clan is the descendant of the wood god, the fire and wood are intolerable, the two clans have a lot of friction, the eight royal clans are divided into two factions, Zhurong, luxury than the corpse, Beishou and Tianwu as a faction, Jumang, Qiangliang, Houtu, Xuanming and a faction, if there is no Dijiang clan in the middle of the restraint, the Jiuli clan has already fallen into a melee。

The above are all learned from the information of the secret library of the station after Ding Bu'er took charge of the Blood Demon Sect in Tianwu City, as the so-called knowing oneself and knowing that the other is invincible, and he is about to go to participate in the ancestor worship ceremony of the Zhurong clan, how could Ding Buer not know it in detail, especially after learning that he was the disciple of the Seven Killing Demon Marquis was revealed to the Jiuli Temple by Elder Na He, Ding Buji couldn't help but be more careful, for others, this meeting may just increase the knowledge, but thinking of the evil relationship between his master and the Holy Mother of Jiuli, Ding Buji knew that this time was no less than a test of life and death, fortunately, this time it was in the Zhurong clan, even if the Holy Mother of Jiuli wanted to deal with him, but also take into account the face of the Zhurong clan.

Time flickered and several days passed, these few days for Ding Buer, it can be said that it is the most relaxed and leisurely days since the crossing, every day without practicing, just accompany Chu Yixue to visit Tianwu City, fishing and fishing if nothing happens, watching the blue-eared demon ape Xiaojin and the three-eyed white jade fox Xiaoyu playing, after a few days, Ding Buer's heart became more and more calm, completely erasing the tyranny after the repeated battles in the 100,000 mountains, but the quiet and warm days always pass quickly, last night Ding Buer had received a notice from his subordinates that the ancestor worship ceremony of the Zhurong clan would be held in the Zhurong Royal Court three days later, in order to arrive on time, Ding Buer had to take Chu Yixue and Heidunzi, of course, there are two pets that left Tianwu City and rushed to the royal court of the Zhurong clan.

The closer you get to the Zhurong Clan's Royal Court, the higher and higher the temperature around you, especially when you are about to arrive at the Zhurong Clan's Royal Court, the temperature is even higher, I am afraid that ordinary people will not be able to resist this strong high temperature at all, even if you are not a martial artist who has not cultivated the fire attribute exercises, I am afraid that your strength will be limited here.

"Brother Ding, what the hell is this Zhurong clan staying, it's too hot, I'm almost baked!"

The heat wave hit people, Hei Dunzi wiped the hot sweat on his head, and complained to Ding Buji.

"Don't talk nonsense, you, a god transformation grandmaster, are still afraid of any high temperatures, hold on and you'll be there soon!"

Hearing Heidunzi's complaint, Ding Buer said lightly, the temperature here is indeed a little high, fortunately, Ding Buer has the heat absorbed into the body by the scorching sun, but it is no problem, Ding Buer glanced at Chu Yixue beside him, and his eyes were surprised, Chu Yixue did not feel hot at all, and was not affected by the high temperature at all, and his body was even a little cold, comforting the little jade in his arms.

All the way non-stop, Ding Bu and his entourage finally arrived at Zhurong City, where the royal court of the Zhurong clan is located, riding on a horse, looking at a huge volcano towering into the clouds from afar, although since entering the sphere of influence of the Zhurong clan, Ding Bu and his entourage have seen many volcanoes, but it cannot be compared with the Yilata Volcano in front of them, just like the gap between a child and a giant, the visual shock is indescribable, and he secretly said in his heart: "This should be the Zhurong Clan's sacred mountain Yilatuo Volcano, and it really deserves its name!" ”

Zhurong City, where the royal court of Zhurong tribe is located, is located under the Yilatuo volcano, Zhurong City is different from Tianwu City, Tianwu City is after all a city that communicates with the outside world in southern Xinjiang, the architectural style is similar to the Central Plains, the atmosphere is magnificent, and Zhurong City is full of endless wild atmosphere, the architectural style is more like ancient times, although the whole Zhurong City is said to be a city, in fact, it is more like a huge stockade, the whole is inlaid by a fiery red boulder, the city is a hundred zhang high, and it looks like a huge city of flames from a distance.

The three of them slowly approached the city gate, and found that there were still many people who wanted to enter the city, the human race, the Jiuli tribe, Ding Buer felt the breath of those human races, and found that these human race cultivation had at least reached the innate level, and there was a person in the crowd who was shrouded in black robes seemed to notice Ding Buer's gaze, turned his head to look at Ding Buer, and turned his head as if he was fine.

The eyes met for a moment just now, Ding Buer keenly saw the endless coldness from the depths of his eyes, although the aura revealed by his body was only innate, but Ding Buer felt a trace of threat from his body, knowing that this person was afraid that he didn't want to show it on the outside, and this person obviously hid his cultivation, and did not show his true face, he must have an ulterior purpose, but he didn't care about these Ding Buer, as long as he didn't provoke himself.

Just when Ding Buer was about to line up to enter the city with those people, a team of Zhurong clan warriors came over, led by a middle-aged man wearing flame battle armor, and after approaching Ding Buer and the three of them, the middle-aged man looked at Ding Buer coldly and asked: "I feel the unique death aura of my Zhurong clan in you, can you explain the reason?"

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