Compared to the first time he used the "Nine Turns of Spirits" in the Demon Buried Mountains, this time, Suning gathered the clones very quickly.
After only three or four seconds, a blurry and twisted white mist gradually expanded and took on a roughly human shape.
"Take flesh."
Suning shouted sternly and pointed out with his backhand.
"boom."
The immortal power dissipated and was crazily absorbed by the human-shaped white mist.
"Blood, drink enough, drink enough."
Suning used his hand as a knife, cut open his left wrist, and let the scarlet blood drip down onto the white mist's head.
"The last step, the soul."
"How can we wait until we don't melt now?"
With the help of three breath gathering formations to temporarily avoid the masked woman's mental capture, Suning successfully used the semi-holy magical power given to him by Jiang Linan, which was above the magical power.
With a happy face on his face, he grabbed Qimen Yin, pushed hard with his right hand, and said with murderous intent: "Go."
"Buzz."
The clone that looked exactly like Suning opened his eyes, and his dull expression became richer.
He tapped his toes to the ground and instantly locked onto the masked woman outside the formation.
No fluctuations were leaked from his whole body, and he just blended into the void so carelessly.
"Hey, don't worry, the nine-turn spirit is just an appetizer."
"What I really prepared for you..."
With an evil smile, Suning stopped his hand and burned the talisman.
The low-grade magic "Ice-Sealing" was used for the second time.
"The left is yin and the right is yang."
"Yin generates fire, Yang generates water..."
The talisman turned into ashes and rotated back and forth between Suning's index finger and middle finger.
With a flick of the finger, white frost covered the area.
"Click."
When the cold air permeated the breathing formation, the crystal clear ice crystals seemed to freeze Arena No. 1 into an iceberg.
Suning worked hard and offered a black jade slip without hesitation.
Different from the white jade slip that Xiang Zhanyun used to draw lots in the arena, this black jade slip appears to be smaller and more delicate.
It's about as thick as an adult's thumb and as long as a chopstick.
There are three doors carved on the front, from top to bottom.
The back is engraved with a series of scrawled symbols as small as grains of rice.
As Suning silently invoked the mantra, he smeared the jade slip with blood. The three closed doors opened strangely, activating countless floating symbols on the back.
"I came to the Immortal Realm not long ago. I spent one-third of my time in the Demon Burial Mountains, and the other third in retreat to break through to the True Immortal Realm and refine my immortal body."
"If your foundation is not stable, how can you take the initiative to learn various magical arts?"
"So, I have learned and mastered not many of the immortal arts taught to me by my master."
"Four forms of low-grade immortality, and one form of middle-grade immortality."
"This middle-grade immortal technique "Wuchen Tianmen" is the only ultimate killing move that I have learned."
"Without the cooperation of my natal immortal weapon, I cannot imitate Bai Qingsong and others to forcibly improve their cultivation."
"All I can do is set a trap for you."
"One set after another, one link after another."
"The nine-turn clone is a prosthesis, and the prosthetic clone has no breath at all."
"This is me regaining my advantage. I'm in the dark."
"Ice sealing technique, this low-grade magical technique cannot stop you. But it has an unexpected and wonderful effect, sealing the space of Arena No. 1."
"If you have the guts to break the ice spell, what awaits you will be a silent and fatal blow from the clone."