It''s not difficult for the Black Dragon Emperor to go back and forth between Beidi and elsala. Although this guy can''t use the transmission spell and transmission array, the fusion furnace is enough to push the big black dragon to shuttle through the sky like a supersonic fighter in a different world. In only two hours, he has passed the rock fortress on the border of the Empire.


    Blackstone mountain.


    This is an area born on the corpses of the Selong Gobi. Due to the fact that it has not been baptized by the wind and sand years, the terrain of Heishi mountain is quite steep, the ridge is like a blade into the sky, the surface is fragile and can not be covered with cracks, and there is a flash of flame from time to time.


    This place has a bad environment and changeable temperature. No creature in the main material world wants to settle here. The enriched negative energy baptizes the land all the time and makes it evolve into a horror apartment like an abyss.


    The hot prison seemed to have no end, and the scenery remained unchanged. Caesar stopped and said to the bubbles rising and bursting in the magma in front of him, "my time is precious. Do you want to be demolished? Azrils."


    The magma responded with a rumbling sound, and the ground began to vibrate. The sound changed from the dull sound at the bottom of the ground to the burst at the near end. These magma were dispersed by an invisible force, revealing a deep tunnel buried under the rock stratum.


    Caesar got the privilege of not belonging to the adventurer, went straight down the tunnel to the ground, stepped in, and came to the flame palace built by the demons. As soon as he looked up, there was a surging fire in his eyes. The emperor of the inflammatory prison was proudly leaning on his head and looking down on him.


    The black dragon stared at the abyss Lord. The other party''s body was a semi elemental state that made all material plane creatures headache.


    Azrils sat on the throne and condescended. The upper body of the king of the Yan devil was a armor cast by his beloved molten heart, wrapped around his physical heart. His shoulders and chest were full of small sharp barbs, while the lower body was a body made of fire, containing powerful demon power.


    "Black dragon, how dare you break into my territory." the voice of the inflammatory prison monarch made the whole palace rumble: "is our agreement invalid? Are you going to fight with the noble upper world creatures?"


    "Not at present, but I think if I don''t come to see your friend, I think it should be fast." Caesar shook his head, paused, and then gave a low laugh: "Tut, noble upper world creature, the devil really can describe himself."


    Azrils looked at the black dragon and said, "your purpose here should not only want to see your old friends. Let me guess. Do you want to observe my strength?"


    "I''m disappointed, right?" he said. "After I came to the main material world, I didn''t become weaker, but I became healthier and stronger. Isn''t this obvious? It''s easier to absorb the energy here than the abyss. It''s like a delicious meal with everything I want and rich taste for me."


    "But what I didn''t expect is that you have become stronger, just like me. It''s impossible for the dragon of the main material world. It''s their limit to reluctantly step into the extraordinary. Stupid and incompetent lizards can''t touch the semi divine critical point all their life, and can only tremble in front of the most powerful upper creatures." azrils said a lot.


    "Xilong, what is it?" Caesar asked, remembering the name that the emperor of the burning prison mistakenly shouted when he faced himself last time. The panic tone and expression made him still remember.


    Hua La ~ hundreds of immortal fires in the hall roared and pulled up a lot. The flame in azrils''s eyes flashed and disappeared. It seemed that the name reminded him of some bad things. The emperor of inflammatory prison returned to seriousness and pulled back his divergent ideas: "return to the subject, black dragon, what do you want to do when you break into my territory?"


    "Pretend you don''t understand?" Caesar asked with his head askew. "Didn''t you wake up when you knew I left the north? Well, Monet."


    Azrils calmed down and waited for the following.


    "Monet is the ultimate creation of quildore. After the extinction of quildore, Monet goes crazy. It will kill all creatures in sight, including demons," Caesar said.


    "What does it have to do with me?"


    "Originally, I didn''t, but my family members told me that Blackstone mountain was uneasy, so I came back in case of future trouble. Now you have two choices, either we fight, who loses and who dies, or you go to El Sala with me to deal with Monet." Caesar said bluntly, completely ignoring the covetous Barro Yanmo around, and only the emperor of the inflammatory prison has one goal in his eyes.


    "Roar."


    Azrils raised his head and burst out a loud laugh: "for thousands of years, no one has ever talked to me like this. As a creature in the material world, how dare you try to talk about trade with a great upper world existence."


    He paused, looked at the invariable face of the black dragon, and suddenly changed his tone: "well, I admit you have such qualifications. Black dragon, if I leave the territory and go to the El Sala you said, what can I get?"


    "Divine fire, are you interested?" Caesar looked at him falsely.


    "What? You say divine fire?" the Lord of the burning prison almost suspected that he had heard wrong. The mood fluctuation became strong in an instant. He left the throne and floated close to the Black Dragon: "Monet is a God?"


    "You seem a little scared," Caesar said. "Of course it''s not a God, but in order to fight the Dragon God and the Dragon Queen, queldore synthesized a divine fire and implanted it into their ultimate creation, so that Monet has the ability close to God."


    "The divine fire created?" azrils thought, "so this race is a little powerful. In the bottomless abyss, those stronger than me can also design virtual gods. It sounds like they have the same way."


    "Ten thousand years ago, when I first stepped into aladdia, even the proud quildore would call me king." Caesar said in a grand and dignified tone, and then returned to normal: "you don''t know this race?"


    "The final battle of quildore was 7000 years ago. Three thousand years is enough to make this ethnic group develop into something I can''t predict." azrils calmly explained: "leaving Blackstone mountain is a great risk for me, and I still need to make a lot of preparations. Therefore, black dragon, if I succeed in killing Monet, the divine fire belongs to me."


    "The metal dragon clan, the five color dragon clan and the black wing empire will all participate in this battle. You don''t need your help. You just need to go to elsala with me. Shenhuo is not cheap. You can only get a small part," Caesar said.


    "Metal dragon, five color dragon and black wing Empire, tut tut."


    Azrils said, "according to your statement, Monet needs demigods to deal with this kind of thing. Under the legend, they don''t even have the qualification to participate in the war. How many legends can you tell? What else can they do besides cleaning up their minions?"


    "Also, the black dragon, except for the natural gods'' children born by God IO, I haven''t heard of any dragon that can become a true God after this. The strength of dragons comes from themselves rather than divine fire and clergy. You don''t need such things as divine fire."


    Lord Yan prison said sincerely, "give it to me. I can do some experiments I like. As a reward, I will not only help you deal with Monet this time, but also get the alliance of upper world creatures in the future. In the future, if you have a dispute with other forces of Aladia, I will stand by you. The price is just a divine fire you can''t use. How about considering it?"


    It sounds pretty good, but Heilong firmly shook his head: "no, you can only get half at most. This is the bottom line."


    If things are successful, he can really make azrils angry, but even if Caesar really doesn''t need to press half of it into his own hands, he must not give it all to the inflammatory prison monarch, which may cause more and greater trouble.