Sun Lingtong's expression was anxious; she stared intently at the ice pipa: "Little Zhuo, you restrain Tian Shuang, I'll try to steal this Magic Treasure!"
Ning Zhuo: "By my Buddha, such a Buddha Treasure that brings disaster to the world, the sooner it is eliminated, the sooner it can benefit all beings."
Sun Lingtong was momentarily speechless: "Alright, Little Zhuo, I'm making my move."
Just as she spoke, Tian Shuang took a deep breath, pressed his palms together fiercely in front of his chest.
Divine Skill - Mysterious Yin Frozen Realm!
In an instant, centered on Tian Shuang, a hundred-zhang-wide ice mist barrier unfolded.
Within the barrier, fog spread, condensing into countless inverted ice cones. The ice cones were a deep, subtle greenish-black, their surfaces inscribed with eerie talismans. Each ice cone sealed an Ice Prison Weeping Ghost within, making them exceedingly lethal.
Sun Ning and his companion were trapped in the barrier, their hair standing on end.
