Chapter 738

He Xie's first meeting with SOLIN oak shield was very unhappy. The dwarf's wandering prince was very dissatisfied with He Xie's lack of honesty and understanding. He Xie also felt good about SOLIN and didn't catch a cold.

A few dishes, just attract me?

Shall I kneel down and kiss the ring on your hand?

If Gandalf had not mediated, the two sides would have almost fought.

Finally, he Xie parted ways with them.

Gandalf's stubborn and suspicious attitude towards dwarves and his open mouth was a headache. Gandalf was very vigilant about what evil suddenly appeared. He wanted to leave what evil in the expedition team for observation at any time, but the arrogance of SOLIN oak shield completely disappeared.

And Gandalf also wanted to ask he Xie about the ring, but because of the contradiction between the two sides, he didn't have a chance to ask.

He Xie didn't care about it. He didn't intend to contact these people. In particular, Gandalf was full of eager temptation to him. He didn't want to try to be spied by a demigod at any time.

Out of the misty mountains, he Xie went all the way west. In a wilderness, he found an abandoned ogre crypt, took out the supreme ring and slowly put it on his hand.

The next moment, he Xie's figure disappeared in place out of thin air. The world in front of him became black and white, and the space seemed to become a flowing water wave.

He Xie's ear sounded an attractive and intelligent whisper, just like the devil's nonsense. It was very vague, which made people have the impulse to hold their breath to listen, and also made him feel anxious and depressed.

What's worse, a vague figure bathed in the flames slowly emerged and solidified in He Xie's mind, as if he had cast his eyes on him from a distant place.

He Xie didn't dare to hold him up. He sat cross legged and silently recited the twelve little formula in his heart, operated his internal power and silently resisted this spiritual erosion.

The whisper in his ear seemed to become faster, but he Xie turned a deaf ear. The figure bathed in the flames became clearer and clearer. He Xie felt that he seemed to have completely seen himself.

Soren!

The prince of darkness, the king of disaster!

The voice of babble gradually became more and more clear. He Xie could hear some vague words. It seemed that he was calling his name, but it didn't seem to be.

His blood began to become hot and boiling. If an outsider was here, he Xie would find that he Xie was full of green light, his veins were violent, his expression was distorted and ferocious, and looked particularly strange and terrible.

"Come... Come to the East... I'm in Togo. Come, come to me..."

A voice full of temptation resounded through He Xie's mind, and the figure in the flame seemed to be getting closer and closer to He Xie in this black-and-white distorted world.

"I will give you unimaginable rights and wealth, and give you endless life. Come, come to Togo..."

"Roll, roll, roll!"

He Xie roared in his heart. The figure in the fire seemed to hear his voice. He was angry and sent out a sharp howl.

Boom!

The flame soared, and the black-and-white twisted world was submerged in an instant. The figure in the flame stretched out a twisted hand like a ghost claw and grabbed it on He Xie's face!

He Xie could even feel the blazing temperature at his fingertips, which he could not resist.

The next moment, he Xie took off his ring.

Hoo!

His figure reappeared in the same place. Strangely, his clothes were still burning a forest green flame, his skin was black, and his face was full of ferocity and violence.

He Xie uses the last Qingming Festival to point his temples with both hands and directly pour the real Qi in the elixir field into his body.

His clothes made a hunting sound, and the forest green flame made a "hiss" sound and went out slowly; The darkness on his skin gradually subsided like a tide, the expression on his face began to return to calm, and his breathing gradually calmed down.

After about a cup of tea, he Xie slowly finished his work and opened his eyes.

The vague nonsense in my mind is still echoing, and the voice seems to be cursing and becoming extremely angry.

He Xie put the ring directly into his pocket to avoid direct contact, and the sound disappeared completely.

His eyes were a little tired, but they were frighteningly bright.

"Soren..." he said to himself slowly with a dignified face.

The erosion power of the supreme ring is stronger than he thought.

He almost lost his mind after wearing it for less than ten minutes.

Not only that, in the process of fighting against the power of the ring, his internal power consumed caught up with his hard work for a year, and his spirit was greatly damaged. If the real dragon spirit in his will had restrained this cold and evil power, I'm afraid he would have received more damage. Even with what evil is now strong, I feel a little tired.

No wonder Gandalf and several Elven kings avoid it like snakes and scorpions. The weaker people are, the less they will be affected, but the stronger people will be eroded by it.

Nevertheless, he Xie was slightly excited because he found that it was effective to sharpen his spiritual power with this thing. He obviously felt that when he was using his internal force to resist this power, his true Qi condensed and began to integrate and transform with his spiritual power.

This is a sign of refining Qi and transforming God!

Tianlong is struggling for martial rhyme in the world, but now he has skipped this step and directly began to refine Qi and turn God!

Sure enough, everything has disadvantages and benefits. High risk has high returns. He's right!

"Ten minutes..." He Xie frowned slightly.

Under the power of the supreme ring, he can only hold on for ten minutes at most. According to his estimation, if he wants to adjust his state and minimize the risk of mental strength training, he needs to cultivate for at least three days before he can start wearing it again.

"Charge for three days and turn on for ten minutes..." He Xie shook his head.

This efficiency is too slow. Although he Xie's willpower will certainly improve, the range is very limited, and the speed of improvement will be very slow.

"It seems that we should find a way to speed up..." He Xie thought.

He knows nothing about the power of the supreme ring. Naturally, he can't directly shield or weaken the power of the ring. But the power of the supreme ring will grow with Sauron's recovery, so the only way is to weaken Sauron's power.

"Do you want to join justice and order?" He Xie had such an idea in his heart.

In this world, at the end of the second era, humans, elves and dwarves united to defeat Sauron, so that he could only stay in the dark.

However, a thousand years later, Soren is accumulating strength secretly, and his strength is slowly recovering.

What is more worth mentioning is that in this world, the two forces of light and darkness - let's call them, seem to affect not only the rise and fall of ethnic groups, but also the personal strength of the strong.

Therefore, Soren secretly accumulated troops and trained a large number of his minions, which unconsciously weakened the power of justice and order, but his strength grew slowly day by day.