The first meeting between He Xie and Thorin Oakenshield was very unpleasant. The wandering prince of the dwarves was very dissatisfied with He Xie's lack of honesty and acquaintance. And He Xie didn't like Sorin feeling good about himself.

How many dishes are you recruiting to me?

Do you want me to kneel down and kiss the ring on your hand?

If it wasn't for Gandalf's mediation, the two sides almost fought.

In the end, He Xie parted ways with them.

Gandalf was stubborn and suspicious of the dwarves, and the problem of being open-mouthed was a headache. The sudden appearance of He Xie made Gandalf very vigilant. The arrogance of Lin Oak Shield made this possibility completely disappear.

And Gandalf wanted to ask He Xie about the ring, but because of the conflict between the two sides, he didn't even have the chance to ask.

He Xie didn't care about this. He didn't intend to contact this group of people, especially Gandalf was full of eager temptations for him. He didn't want to try to be spied on by a demigod at any time.

After leaving the Misty Mountains, He Xie went all the way to the west. In the wilderness, he found an abandoned troll crypt, took out the Supreme Ring, and slowly put it on his hand.

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

He Xie's ears sounded a seductive and sane whisper, like a demon's ravings. It was very vague and made people want to hold their breath to listen. It also made He Xie feel anxious and depressed for no reason.

What's even worse is that a vague figure bathed in flames slowly emerged and solidified in He Xie's mind, as if looking at He Xie from a distant place.

He Xie didn't dare to take care of him, so he hurriedly sat cross-legged, reciting the Twelve Young Mantras in his heart, running his inner strength, and silently resisting this kind of spiritual erosion.

The whispering in his ears seemed to have become more urgent, but He Xie turned a deaf ear. The figure bathed in the flames became clearer and clearer. He Xie could feel it, and he seemed to have seen himself completely.

Soren!

Lord of Darkness, King of Calamities!

The murmur gradually became clearer and clearer, and He Xie could already hear some vague words, which seemed to be calling his name, but it seemed not.

His blood began to become hot and boiled. If there were outsiders here, they would definitely find that He Xie was radiating green light, his whole body was full of blue veins, his expression was twisted and grim, and he looked extraordinarily terrifying.

"Come... come to the east... I'm in Dol Guldur, come, come to me..."

A tempting voice resounded in 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 power and wealth, and give you an inexhaustible lifespan, come, come to Dol Guldur..."

"Go go go go go go!"

He Xie roared in his heart, and the figure in the flame seemed to have heard his voice, was angered, and made a sharp whistle.

boom!

The flames soared, drowning the black-and-white distorted world in an instant. The figures in the flames stretched out their big, distorted hands like ghost claws and slammed into He Xie's face!

He Xie could even feel the fiery temperature of his fingertips, which was a force he could never resist.

The next moment, He Xie took off the ring on his hand.

call!

His figure reappeared in the same place. The strange thing was that his clothes were still burning with forest green flames, while his skin was black, and the expression on his face was full of hideous and violent.

He Xie used the last Qingming to tap his temples with both hands, and directly poured the infuriating qi in his dantian into it.

His clothes made a hunting sound, and the green flame made a "chichi" sound and slowly extinguished; the blackness 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 another cup of tea, He Xie slowly closed his power and opened his eyes.

The vague ravings in his mind were still echoing, and the voice seemed to be cursing, becoming extremely angry.

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

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

"Sauron..." With a solemn expression, he slowly muttered to himself.

The erosive power of the Lord of the Rings is stronger than he imagined.

He just wore it for less than ten minutes, and he almost lost his mind.

Not only that, in the process of fighting against the power of the Lord of the Rings, the internal energy he consumed caught up with his one-year hard work, and his spirit was also greatly damaged. Restrained, I am afraid that the damage he will receive will be even greater. Even with He Xie's current strength, he felt a little tired.

No wonder even Gandalf and several elf kings avoided it like snakes and scorpions. This thing really is that the weaker people are, the less affected they are, but the more powerful people are, the more they will be eroded by it.

But despite this, He Xie was slightly excited, because he found that using this thing to sharpen his mental power was effective. The spiritual power began to merge and transform.

This is a sign of the God of Refining Qi!

In the world of Tianlong, he was stumped for martial arts, but now, he skipped this step and started to refine Qi and Transform directly!

Sure enough ~lightnovelpub.net~ Everything has advantages and disadvantages, and high risk has high reward. His step is right!

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

Under the power of the Supreme Lord of the Rings, he can only last for ten minutes at most, and according to his estimation, if he wants to adjust his state and minimize the risk of exercising his mental power, he needs to cultivate for at least three days before he can start. Wear it next time.

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

This efficiency is too slow, although with the enhancement of He Xie's willpower, it will inevitably improve, but the magnitude is very limited, and the speed of improvement will be very slow.

"It seems that I have to find a way to speed up the speed..." He Xie thought deeply.

He knows nothing about the power of the Supreme Lord of the Rings, and naturally there is no way to directly block or weaken the power of the Lord of the Rings. But the power of the Lord of the Rings will grow with Sauron's recovery, so the only way is to weaken Sauron's power.

"Do you want to join the law of justice?" He Xie had such a thought in his heart.

In this world, in the past at the end of the Second Age, humans, elves and dwarves joined forces to defeat Sauron, so that he could only survive in the dark.

However, after a thousand years, Sauron was secretly accumulating power, and his strength was slowly recovering.

What’s more worth mentioning is that in this world, the two forces of light and darkness—let’s call it that, seem to affect the rise and fall of the ethnic group as well as the personal strength of the strong.

So Sauron secretly accumulated troops and cultivated a large number of his minions, so that the power of justice and law was unknowingly weakened, while his strength was slowly increasing day by day.