"This ice, this fire, what is the beginning?" Chu Nan asked the ancestors of ten thousand array. Their hair seemed to be balancing the power of ice and fire, but he still said: "eight poles Huanghuo, Wangmo Stone ice. "

"the eight pole fire, the king ink ice!" Chu Nan read it again and asked, "what's the use?"

"ah --"

thousands of ancestors screamed, their eyes beat faster, and countless golden and black hair danced wildly. Because of endless pain, thousands of ancestors didn't answer Chu Nan's questions.

there was a flash of light in South Chu's eyes, but he didn't stop guiding the eight pole imperial fire and King's...