Looking at Suning who was ruining his quest to become an immortal, Jiuyang looked complicated and laughed sadly.
I still have resentment, murderous intentions, and long-lasting persistence.
It's just that if you have more than enough intention but not enough strength, it's too late.
Suning sat down cross-legged, silently, and waited quietly.
Until Jiuyang put aside his grudge and took the initiative to tell his story.
And that story is actually related to Semi-Saint Jiang Linan...
"call."
With a thick breath coming out of his mouth, Suning woke up from his memories.
The secret heard that night, as Jiuyang's memory soul dissipated, no one in this world knew about it.
Even Lingxi, Su Xinglan, and Dao Huo'er, the people closest to Suning, he didn't mention a word about.
Jiuyang is Jiuyang, and Jiang Linan is Jiang Linan.
The identity gap between these two people can be described as worlds apart.
No one cares about Jiuyang's life or death, but Jiang Linan is different.
There are too many people in the immortal world waiting for his return, such as Jiang Changnian, the leader of the Phoenix Realm, and Qiao Wantang, the empress of the Shuiyun Immortal Realm.
His former relative and friend, Shimen Wen Dian.
Suning cannot afford to offend these people and forces, nor does it dare to offend them.
Therefore, on the day he left Ziwei Palace, he secretly made a decision to keep Jiang Linan's secret in his stomach.
I have never heard of him, and I cannot reveal any clues about him to outsiders to arouse suspicion.
However, people are not as good as God. At a critical moment of life and death, and in a desperate situation, Suning can no longer afford to look forward or backward.
If he wanted to live and get out of the Demon Buried Mountains safely, he had to use the trump card he got from Jiuyang that night.
"You have been chasing me for so long, it's my turn to fight back."
"Kill one to protect your capital, kill a pair to make a sure profit."
"If I could kill you all here, huh..."
With an evil smile, Suning casually created a magic array that blocked the hummingbird's sight.
There are words in his mouth, and his hands gather together like butterflies through flowers to perform the formula.
"May I be like the stars and the moon, and may my light shine brightly every night."
"You are temporarily dark, but the stars are always bright."
"Stay until the moon comes back, and the three to five years will be full."
Spoken words like pearls, Suning said with a dark face: "What formula? It's obviously a love poem, what the hell are you doing."
After muttering a few words, he continued: "The spiritual power forms the physical body, the blood turns into the muscles and bones, the soul opens up the wisdom, and the clone is my master."
"Spirit, blood, and soul, accept my order, listen to my words, and condense quickly."
"puff."
Blood spurts out from the mouth, and majestic spiritual power emerges from the palms of the hands.
Suning's face was ferocious, with bulging veins on his forehead.
In front of him, a vague and twisted figure gradually expanded, growing longer and taller.
Suning shouted sternly: "Take a physical form."
"boom."
As soon as he pointed it out, the spiritual power dissipated and was quickly absorbed by the blurry figure.
"Blood, not enough, far from enough."
"Come again."
Using his fingers as a knife, Suning slit his wrist without hesitation.
Let the blood drip down and your eyes become hot.
"Shenhun, if you don't enter now, when will you wait?"
He slapped his hand back, with a look of pain on his face.
The phantom formation is still there, but Suning in the formation is nowhere to be found, and the weird clone disappeared together with it.
On the ground, you can vaguely see the seal formed by blood mist, which is a big "ginger" character.
