Distraction is a kind of immortal method that only the immortals in the immortal class will do, Tong Yao has only heard of it but has not used it, and after being degraded as a person, he can't even think of it.

His Royal Highness the Ninth and Wenchang Xingjun are both quite noble gods of the Nine Heavenly Immortal Rank, and they make a move, isn't it a piece of cake?

Tong Yao was suddenly very excited, Nanxian could finally have her own independent form, but does that mean that she has to control it herself?

Tong Yao didn't know much about the method of distracting immortals, and asked, "Even if you are distracted, do you still need to stay on me?" ”

"No, you don't." Murong Xi replied: "After being distracted, you are two separate individuals. ”

"But what does distraction mean, not manipulating clones?"

"The highest level of the Dividing Immortal Method, which can completely separate the main body from the boarder. Of course, this is also very demanding for the caster. ”

Tong Yao nodded: "Then what am I going to do?" ”

"You don't have to do anything, just keep your focus."

Murong Xi said again: "It just so happens that there is no one here, so I'll distract you here!" ”

Tong Yao thought about it and decided to discuss it with Nanxian first.

"What do you think?" Tong Yao asked Nanxian in her heart.

"I think it's good." "I just don't know what the success rate is," Nanxian said. ”

"It should be fine, right?" Tong Yao said: "I feel that their immortal method should be quite reliable." ”

"Okay, listen to you." Nam String made a decision.

"Then you start." Tong Yao said solemnly to Murong Xi.

Curse up, distracted.

At the beginning, Tong Yao felt that her perception of Nanxian was more obvious than before.

However, when this perception reaches its most obvious, the ability to perceive begins to slowly weaken again.

And then, weaker and weaker, weaker and weaker.

Until he can't feel the presence of Nanxian at all, and he can't feel another consciousness in his body at all.

Until in front of him, a vague figure slowly appeared, and a hazy form slowly appeared, and that form became clearer and clearer, more and more real, and more and more concrete.

The incantation continued, and the humanoid went from transparent to translucent to opaque.

Finally, when Murong Xi stopped chanting the incantation, Nanxian stood in front of him, smiled at him, opened his lips lightly, and said to her:

"Hello, Tong Yao."

Hello, South String. Tong Yao said in her heart.

"You're Nanxian?" Yan Chunfeng looked this overly beautiful man up and down: "Are you too good-looking?" ”

Yan Chunfeng said the thoughts of the other two people present: her complexion is whiter than that of a girl, her eyelashes are longer than that of a girl, and her body proportion is so good.

Yan Chunfeng saw it, and he was moved.

"No reason! It's so unreasonable! Yan Chunfeng kept smacking his tongue: "Since you gave birth to me, why did you give birth to him?" ”

Murong Xi also frowned, feeling strange in his heart.

Although he knew that Nanxian was a man, such a good-looking man had been living in Tong Yao's body, and he always felt uncomfortable.

It's strange to say, why should I be uncomfortable? The heart is dull, as if something is blocked.

"Thank you, Wenchang Xingjun." Nanxian is still very polite: "Thank you for allowing me to have an independent individual." ”

"No thanks." Murong Xi had a stinky face, and his tone was also very unfriendly: "It's just to facilitate action." ”

Yan Chunfeng tilted his head strangely: Who provoked you again? Unhappy?

Tong Yao looked at him suspiciously: Didn't you say that you wanted to be distracted? Why do you make it look like I've forced you?

Nanxian was even more puzzled: What did I say wrong?