Thousands of miles of empty space, the bright sun is hanging high.
And under that golden sun, Ling Xiao's figure stood quietly, as bright as the sky.
The divine face, handsome eyebrows, and immortal wind and Taoist charm are like ancient immortals banished to the world, but also like gods descending into the world, making people dazzled and fascinated.
"It's...Young Master Lingxiao!!!"
"It's the young master!!"
"Young Master, I love you!!"
The entire Hantian City suddenly erupted into uproar.
There are darling girls weeping, arrogant men stroking their hands, old men sitting in shock, and women jumping up and down.
Ling Tianlin's eyes narrowed slightly, but there was inevitably some doubt in his heart.
Xiao'er, shouldn't he be deep in the sea right now?
Who is this person in front of me?
Why are the two people's auras so similar? No, they are simply the same person!
Could it be, an external incarnation?
But how old is Xiao'er, how can he condense the incarnation?
"Xiao'er, you have come out of seclusion."
The leader of the ancient clan, who is not a scheming person?
Ling Xiao chose to show up at this time, so he must have... a purpose.
"Are you Ling Xiao?"
The surprise on Shuirou's face gradually calmed down, and her eyes looked at the young man in front of her in surprise.
I have to say that Ling Xiao is superb in both appearance and temperament.
The young immortal is probably like this.
It seems that the divine envoy was overly worried.
With the realm of the fifth-grade Shuirou God Emperor, how could he not see that the person in front of him was a real person and not a soul-conscious person.
Of course, from her perspective, she could not imagine the idea of incarnation.
What's more, how old Ling Xiao is, he is only eighteen years old at most. No matter how talented he is, in Shuirou's eyes, he is just a godly ant.
Ants, what bad thoughts can you have?
"If it's true, I wonder why the elder came to the Ling clan? And...I've never seen the first divine envoy, right? I wonder why he came to me?"
Ling Xiao's eyes were innocent and curious, which made Shuirou a little confused.
"Haha, the young master is overly worried. I just heard that the young master is extremely beautiful and is passing by the Ling clan and wants to pay a visit."
"Oh, so that's it. Then... please let the elders join our Ling clan for a talk?"
Ling Xiao smiled calmly. Since the Holy Cult's divine envoys had come to his door on their own initiative, there was no reason for him not to take advantage of them.
Although a fifth-grade God Emperor no longer poses a threat to Ling Xiao, the embankment of a thousand miles collapsed in an ant nest.
If you want to destroy the Holy Religion, you must...not let go of any strong person of the Holy Religion.
When the time comes, I lead everyone into the central territory, and the God Lord raises his arms, only to realize... where have I gone?
"That's...okay."
Shui Rou pondered for a moment, then raised her feet and followed Ling Xiao and others towards the ancient realm of the Ling clan.
only!!
Just when Ling Xiao's figure was about to disappear, the figure suddenly stopped in mid-air.
Then, he slowly turned his head and looked towards Hantian City, his eyes slightly surprised.
Qin tribe?
"Son..."
At this moment, a blush suddenly appeared on Qin Leng's face, especially when Ling Xiao's eyes fell, it almost brought his life to a climax.
But, in the end, Ling Xiao just nodded calmly and disappeared.
But before the excitement on Qin Leng's face dissipated, it completely solidified.
He doesn't even want to give me a smile?
Ling Xiao!!
You are ruthless, you are cold, you are cruel!!
Thousands of miles of sea, the tide surges.
Dugu Yunzhen stood on a desert island, looking at the talisman in his hand with doubts in his eyes.
Ling Xiao is in Eastern Xinjiang?
But why is that voice so familiar?
Or is it that the divine order is indeed in his hands, but there is someone else in the sea now?
"Shui Rou, you stay in the Ling clan and keep an eye on Ling Xiao. If anything happens, report it to me immediately."
Finally, Dugu Yunzhen put away the magic talisman and looked at the humanoid ice sculpture in front of him.
Looking carefully, it seems that there is a person wrapped in the ice sculpture, but it has long since lost its life.
"Ji Bing Dao, you can't be wrong! Ye Qingchan, could it be you?"
Dugu Yunzhen raised his head and looked at the sky in the distance.
What happened in southern Xinjiang in the past few days has made him feel a little tired.
In the past hundreds of years, he has been the most powerful person in the world, standing high in the nine heavens and overlooking the common people.
But suddenly, Dugu Yunzhen felt like he was being looked down upon by others.
Moreover, even Xuanhuang Divination, which he has always been good at, has now lost its effectiveness.
The immortality in Ling Xiao seemed to be hidden by others, and it seemed that he was originally independent of the five elements of yin and yang, no longer in reincarnation, and could not enter... the six paths.
Especially at this juncture, the Lord of God lost news again.
It seems that everything is completely controlled by someone, and the calculations are so subtle that people can't see clearly and guess.
But, it's just an uneasy feeling.
Just, it doesn't matter.
When Ye Qingchan's traces are found, it's time to meet this holy son of the Holy Cult.
In this way, everything should be clear.
The main hall of the Ling clan.
Ling Tianlin sat in the main seat and looked at His Highness Shui Rou, his eyes indifferent.
On the way back to the clan, he had sent a message with his spiritual consciousness, telling the elders of all clans to speak in unison. Ling Xiao had been in seclusion within the clan and was only leaving today.
No matter what Shui Rou's intentions are, now in his Ling clan land, he is just a bird with broken wings, and his fate is only hanging by a thread.
"Young Master Ling Xiao is indeed an immortal, and he is not ordinary at first sight. Young Master has been in seclusion in the Ling Clan?"
Shuirou gently sipped the tea in the cup, which seemed to be a compliment, but it was also a test.
"good."
Ling Xiao smiled gently and looked calm.
Behind him, Huahua stood quietly, with all the demonic aura around her body, like a maid.
"Oh, I wonder if the young master has ever been to southern Xinjiang before?"
"Never."
"Haha, then Young Master should go to Southern Xinjiang to see. Our Southern Xinjiang is thousands of miles away, the scenery is endless, and there are many evildoers. With the young master's demeanor, he should fight the sword to the end of the world and promote the power of our human race, even though he lives in one place.
Stable, but ultimately lacking a certain tenacity.”
Shuirou nodded gently, but Ling Xiao suddenly grinned, "The elder is right."
"Um?"
"How about Elder Shui resting among our clan for a few days and then taking me with him to the southern border? I also admire the first divine envoy very much."
Ling Xiao raised his head and looked at Shui Rou with burning eyes.
The latter's jade hand holding the tea suddenly trembled for a moment, then calmed down.
The envoy Dugu ordered her to watch Ling Xiao closely.
I didn't expect that this young man would take the initiative to invite me to go with him. This is really... God help me.
Originally, among the Ling clan, Shui Rou was still a little worried.
After all, she had never seen through Ling Tianlin's strength.
Once Ling Xiao chooses to go into seclusion again, even if she is an elder of the holy religion, she will not be able to stop him at all.
But right now…
It's a feeling of success.
"That's very good, Young Master Lingxiao. I'll rest for a day and set off back to southern Xinjiang tomorrow."
"good."
In the end, Shui Rou smiled brightly and followed a Ling clan servant towards the back hall.
It wasn't until her figure disappeared that Ling Tianlin glanced at Huahua warily, "Xiao'er, this is..."
"Father, don't worry, we are one of our own."
Ling Xiao smiled indifferently, but Ling Tianlin waved his hand and set up a barrier, covering the entire hall.
"Xiao'er, what on earth is going on?!"
At this time, Ling Tianlin still had many doubts in his heart, and there was absolutely no chance of any mistakes in the means he had arranged.
But how did Ling Xiao manage to cross the sea and return to the Ling clan?
"Father, this is my Tao body incarnation."
Ling Xiao put down the tea cup and looked up at Ling Tianlin. From his father's expression, he had some guesses.
It seems that this year, through some means, my father has been aware of his whereabouts.
Sure enough, he was hiding something from himself!