Ning Fan sighed and began to practice this supreme magic.
I was shocked to find that this supreme magic was just a clone, and it did not cause any terrible harm.
"I see!"
Although they are called clones, they are the same as the original one. They have the same strength and thinking ability. They are exactly the same. The three of them are all Ning Fan. At the same time, except for the original form, the other two can change any appearance.
In this way, Ning Fan can continue to practice through the fusion of his previous skills, without worrying about the backlash caused by biting off more than he can chew.
In fact, it is extremely scary to say that if you can fight two saints at the same time, then you can use one qi to transform into three pure beings, and two clones with the same strength can fight four saints.
This is too outrageous to think about, no wonder it is restricted, it really wants to break the balance.
Also, if he has children in the future, he doesn't have to worry about Ling Fei and the others competing for favor, ahem... Ning Fan quickly puts it behind him.
Transforming one qi into three pure states does not require too much practice, it is just an auxiliary skill, and it becomes more powerful as it becomes stronger.
But next, Ning Fan has to practice two other techniques, the Devouring Demon Technique from the Demon Coffin and the Nine-turn Xuantian Technique from the Divine Coffin.
The reason why I didn't practice before was because I was worried about the backlash, especially for such a supreme skill. If there was a backlash, I wouldn't even have a chance to call for help.
Five years later, the three Ning Fans sat cross-legged and practiced different techniques until they had achieved some success.
After leaving the trial tower, Ning Fan put on all black clothes and walked towards the outside of the underground palace.
Returning to the previous place, I saw Mu Qianyu. She played the piano calmly, and the sound of the piano floated out from her green-green fingertips. Blue birds soared in the distance, seeming to fly on the invisible piano music, full of rhythm.
After a long time, Mu Qianyu asked calmly: "How?"
"I succeeded, can you tell me your identity now?"
"Princess of Tiangong, but it has passed. You have not let me down. I hope you can create Tiangong."
Ning Fan nodded: "Then take me to see the true face of Tiangong."
"The Heavenly Palace has already turned into dust, so why should I show it to you?"
"But... didn't the first Lord of Tiangong say that Tiangong has a strong foundation?"
Mu Qianyu sighed: "In ancient times, the Heavenly Palace has turned into dust, so there was no Heavenly Palace in the last era."
"Am I being cheated?" Ning Fan had a headache, thinking that he only had an empty title and no hair.
"The glory of Tiangong in the past is unimaginable. You have actually been recognized by Tiangong. I hope you can take on this responsibility. Although Tiangong no longer exists, the ancient tribes still have power. I will
It is also my responsibility to find them and create the Heavenly Palace."
"I didn't expect that you are still the princess of the ancient Heavenly Palace. Then you should be the master of this Heavenly Palace."
"You can only serve as an inheritor if you have one. Your ability or success is the best proof. What are your plans next?"
Ning Fan thought for a moment and said, "I want to return to Earth first. That is the final battlefield. I think it is also the most suitable place to create the Heavenly Palace."
"Um!"
"But there is one more thing, help you find a body." Ning Fan said.
If Mu Qianyu can find a suitable body, he will definitely be a major force in the future.