Nangong Xiang intends to refine ten thousand souls from the Ten Thousand Souls Bone Snatching Lock, and then combine them with the Blue Wolf Alliance army to turn the 300,000 alliance army into his underworld army. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Seeing that the snow has been falling for a long time and the heat energy is collected enough, his evil plan is about to be implemented.

Huo Ling'er fell into the pitch-black cave in the sealed Chinese military tent, and was about to be burned by the raging flames underground, but he rescued the demon baby with fluorescence, stopped the fall, and hid in the fluorescent bubble unharmed.

But this peace was only temporary, and although he had a fluorescent protector, he could not urge the bubbles to rise and escape from the burrow. In just a few moments, an altar-like altar-like platform rose from the sea of fire in the cave, and in the middle of the platform, a strange throne appeared.

Huo Ling'er could sense that Nangong Xiang was secretly brewing, and wanted to destroy the throne, snatch the black gold scepter, or prevent him from appearing, so he stepped on the bubbles and lifted the tongue of fire that was bothering him little by little, in order to get closer to the altar.

The earth fire is fierce, but it does not carry heat, and the feeling through the bubbles is like falling into an ice cave. He was scorched, and his legs were no longer as heavy as a hanging stone, but became light and limp, and as soon as he was near the edge of the altar, he somehow bent his knees and fell to his knees.

Kneeling on the altar, the fire cannot be burned, but no man can stand up. He spread his hands in front of his eyes, looking at the blood-red transparent skin, and tears came down from his eyes, but as soon as they touched his cheeks, they "evaporated" into white gas and dissipated instantly.

He gave up crying, opened his eyes and glared at the throne, and shouted: "Nangong Xiang, if you do something bad, don't be a turtle with a shrunken head! My fire bell has come here, why don't you show up quickly and compete with me?"

As soon as the words fell, there was a creepy laugh in the flames behind the altar, and then an old and gloomy voice said: "Fire Alliance Lord, welcome to the Void Cold Valley, my palace built by the Great Law of the Bolted Heart didn't disappoint you, did it?"

"What is the Void Cold Valley?"

The fire bell was secretly startled, and pressed the aching knee to look up again, and the throne had turned in a circle, and there was no longer a vacancy in it, but a man, a strange man more terrible than the devil

I saw that he was dressed in a wide, black-and-gold-rimmed wizard's hat, with a glittering silver thread draped over his shoulders. The most terrifying thing is the face under the silver thread, like a dry yellow earth, full of cracks. Interspersed between the cracks, there are small pits as dense as sesame seeds.

His eyes were shining, not like he was born, but more like someone who had been inlaid into a crack, because the inlay was clumsy, and the height of the two sides was not the same.

"You...... Who the hell are you?" Looking at that ugly face, Huo Ling'er was terrified.

"Hahaha--" The strange man leaned back with a smile, and the black gold scepter, which had been leaning against the throne, had been grasped in his hand at some point, and was glaring at him with glowing strange eyes.

"You...... Who the hell are you, and what does it have to do with Nangong Xiang?What benefit did he give you to kidnap me here?" Huo Ling'er kept asking, but his throat trembled.

"Who?"

The strange man interrupted him, leaned over half of his body, and met his gaze with interest, but he was even more timid, unable to resist the light of his eyes, and could not help but bow his head.

"Old friend, you and I have known each other for thousands of years, and our friendship is so deep, we have to introduce ourselves again if we don't change our faces, right?

"You...... You're really Nangong Xiang! But how many faces do you have? From that kid wiping your nose, to the white-faced scholar later, to the current withered bark weirdo, how have you changed?"

Frightened, Huo Ling'er continued to search in his memory, and his various changes after meeting Nangong Xiang.