Although he was using a negotiated tone and was very polite, if you dare to speak like this to the Heavenly Dao, there are only saints among the heavens and all realms!

If it were anything else, a thunder would have been coming down long ago.

However, although Lin Xiaoyao's cultivation and magic power is still weak, he has only recovered to the Mahayana in more than ten years, but he does have the saint's fruit position.

This is unquestionable.

So there is no thunder.

There was only a picture that came into his mind.

After reading it, a smile appeared on the corner of Lin Xiaoyao's mouth.

He just said this casually, but unexpectedly, Tiandao really responded.

And this plan is pretty good.

It can be seen that facing myself, the saint, even the way of heaven dared not be careless, and gave a reply very seriously and caringly.

But then again, even if other immortal cultivators have this idea, they cannot implement it.

But I am different.

Lin Xiaoyao stood up and walked out of this small courtyard.

But this time, he did not go to the lively place, and Lin Xiaoyao's figure gradually disappeared into the depths of the mountains.

The back mountain of Huayu Sect is a place with few people, but because it is close to the headquarter, there is actually no problem with safety.

After a while, he came to a canyon.

There is nothing else here, there are many strange stones.

It is said that it was made by carving over time and eroding from mountain torrents.

Lin Xiaoyao walked among the strange-shaped stones, picking the left and looking right.

"It's you."

He suddenly stopped and patted a stubborn stone beside him.

This stone is about the same height as his, and has hands, feet, and facial features. If you glance at this casually, you will really look like a man.

Then he spoke.

"Stone, Shitou, you are really lucky. I chose you as my external incarnation. Are you moved? Do you think this is an immortal blessing you have cultivated in eight lifetimes?"

Buzz...

Lin Xiaoyao's words have not finished.

Incredible things happened.

The stubborn stone came alive, nodded desperately, and was about to bow to Lin Xiaoyao with tears in his face. Obviously, he was extremely excited.

"Okay, don't do this, just do it well for me and don't let me down."

Lin Xiaoyao finished speaking.

He patted the stone again.

A ball of inspiration emanated from his palm, wrapping the stubborn stone.

In a moment, the light dispersed.

The old man with a fairy spirit came into view.

Three long whiskers have a wonderful appearance.

Standing there gives people a state of being out of the world and floating in the air.

Lin Xiaoyao looked at it for a few times, and his expression was very satisfied.

This incarnation is still very good.

Even if there is no pressure emitted, just with his extraordinary temperament, it gives people the feeling of being a true immortal descending to the mortal world.

In one sentence... full of style.

It will definitely have an excellent effect when used to bluff people.

However, Lin Xiaoyao was not planning to change the stone into this image and find trouble for the Wuyue Immortal Palace.

After all, the lessons of the past are not far away.

The Huai Wood Fairy Sword last time subdued demons and demons, but almost caused a big disaster.

Although he was unintentionally in the end, he also brought himself the identity of a god.

But Lin Xiaoyao didn't want to let this uncontrollable thing happen again.

So he didn't let this stone do it himself for the next task.

Just to let him be his incarnation, Lin Xiaoyao would split a wisp of soul and attach it to the stone.

In this way, you don’t have to worry about any accidents or mistakes.

Everything is in your own hands.

The advantage of doing this is that the original body can still stay in the sect without taking any risks and without worrying about identity exposure.

Even if there is really something wrong, the loss is just an incarnation.

And even if this incarnation falls, he doesn't have to worry at all.

It's just a stone.

In fact, Lin Xiaoyao was just thinking it was fun, so he ran to the back mountain to look for it. Otherwise, with his ability, he would have the help of words and instructions. Even if he picked up a stone or even a piece of mud or a leaf on the roadside, he could easily turn them into his own body incarnation!

Just one sentence!

As for the soul?

As a saint, he can transform his soul into billions, or even attach to every grain of dust in this interface.

Unlimited quantity.

So whether the loss or not has any effect is actually not affected.

So such an incarnation can be created countless times at will.

Moreover, Lin Xiaoyao felt that there were only two juniors in the Mahayana stage in the Fog Moon Immortal Palace, and it seemed that they were only in the early stage of the Mahayana stage, and they did not pose any threat to their incarnation.

Therefore, this incarnation of the soul can be safe and bold to show off.

There is no need to worry about any accidents or headaches.

...

The Mist Moon Mountains stretch and twist, extending to the distance of the sky.

There are few people here, only the Immortal Palace of Wuyue is located here, with pavilions, towers, jade towers, and jade buildings. Its prosperity and splendor are far better than the palaces of the mortal emperors.

As the Mahayana ancestor, the power of the Lord of Wuyue Palace is also far better than that of the secular emperors. After all, the prehistoric world is not revealed now, even the fairy track is gone.

Mahayana monks have become the overlords who stand out in the world.

The Wuyue Immortal Palace is powerful within a radius of 100,000 miles. Everyone is afraid to be embarrassed by the little ones. No one dares to stroke the tiger's beard.

Everything was fulfilling, until the incident not long ago.

"What, tell me, Chen'er was killed by the woman named Su Zhiyan with one sword, and Junior Brother Lu, the dignified Sword Fairy of the Sky, took the sword of the Jindan stage woman and knelt down and begged for mercy, losing the courage to resist?"

In a gorgeous room, the Lord of Wuyue Palace was roaring at his subordinates.

She felt that the other party was insulting her IQ.

Are you fucking sure you're not teasing me?

Then is Su Zhiyan a Mahayana monk?

He instantly cut his disciple with one sword, and even asked Lingkong Sword Fairy to kneel down and beg for mercy?

"The Palace Master, that's true."

Kneeling in front of me was a man in black robe, and his forehead was covered with sweat as big as beans.

In fact, even he himself thinks such news is extremely absurd.

But the information sent back by several detailed works is all like this.

They used various methods to inquire.

But the disciples of Huayu Sect spoke all the words.

Without exception, the descriptions of the events that day were surprisingly consistent.

What can he do, he is also desperate!

This is the information you can get. You can't make up for the sake of your work, and deceive the palace master. If the matter is revealed, you will be even more doomed.

So after weighing the pros and cons, he had to report the information he had found word by word.

At this moment, his heart was also stirring.

My head was buried deep on the ground.
Chapter completed!