I became a scumbag in the global live broadcast

Yan Luo's voice was resounding, and it was extremely clear in this empty mass grave.

Lu Qing, who clearly sensed that the person in front of him was angry, stepped forward and bowed to Yan Luo, "Ah Zhen is still a child, and I don't mean to offend."

Seeing the long swords around him being put away, Yan Luo snorted coldly, pulled his own ghost, and walked back, "This is the Wu Village you are looking for, you can do whatever you want."

"This young man wait a moment."

Yan Luo didn't stop walking, but he heard the complicated footsteps behind him, and after a while, they all caught up with him.

"This young master is from Wu village. We are new here and don't know much about this place. Could you guide us?"

It was agreed that he would never have anything to do with this group of people again this time, that's all, who let him bump into it.

"Okay, you guys come with me."

Yan Luo led him all the way to Wu Village, and waved at him, "Did you see that grass house in front? Our village chief lives there, you look for him."

Yan Luo turned and left without looking back.

Back in his own room, he found that Xiao Hei followed suit.

"Aren't all ghosts afraid of the daylight? You can actually stand in the daylight?"

After looking at his own ghost up and down, he felt very satisfied. He sat back on the chair in the house, looked at Xiao Hei, and thought of the group of monks he had just seen in his mind.

"It's been 100 years, and I don't know what happened to those people. The Canghong Sword Sect is gone, and I don't know what happened to Cang Mingxuan and the others? Xiao Lin should have grown up by now. Xiao Hei, what do you say? In the 100 years I've been gone, will anyone miss me?"

Without him, the world of comprehension would not still be turning around. How should those people live? His death, just like Xianyao's death, has long since been forgotten in people's sights.

Yan Luo shook his head and smiled, "There must be no one."

Speaking of this, Yan Luo is a little sleepy. He didn't sleep all night last night, and today he has been tossing so much that Yan Luo's eyelids are all fighting.

"Xiao Hei, I'll sleep for a while, you can do whatever you want."

Yan Luo walked to the bed in a daze, feeling something following him behind him, and as soon as he turned his head, he was bumping into a cloud of black mist.

Yan Luo's eyelids twitched, "Xiao Hei, you can't press me when I'm sleeping."

Although Xiao Hei didn't respond, Yan Luo always felt that he could understand.

He didn't want to be crushed by ghosts again.

After exhorting, Yan Luo threw his head on the pillow and fell asleep.

The room fell into silence, and Xiao Hei, who was standing beside Yan Luo's bed, stretched out his hand to help Yan Luo tuck the corner of the quilt.

With this movement of his, the black mist that originally shrouded his body slowly dissipated.

A pair of bright red wide sleeves slipped from the white and slender arms, and the red clothes were wide and stretched to the ground, spreading behind him like flowers blooming on the road to hell.The person standing on the bed has a slender figure, and his long hair like splashed ink is loosely tied at the end with a headband of the same color.In the dim room, his gorgeous and peerless face was reflected in the shallow light and shadow.

He bent down, and when his fingers were about to touch the man's skin, he withdrew abruptly.

He stood up straight, feeling the constant heat from his chest, he slowly raised his lips, and spit out two words from his mouth.

"Master."

Although he has changed his appearance, the soul in his bones is indeed him.

But for some reason, when he saw him again, he felt that this person's personality was hugely different from before, but for some reason, he always felt that this was the real him.

The ghost who was successfully contracted by Yan Luo was none other than Qian Hongfeng. After finding someone, the majestic ghost king of the world was persuaded.

He pretended to be his ghost, but he saw a different version of him.

Qian Hongfeng felt very satisfied, and was even more happy to see him so alive.

After 100 years, he finally found him.

The blood-red finger on the finger suddenly flickered with light, Qian Hongfeng frowned, and raised her hand to lightly touch the ring.In an instant, a cloud of black mist emerged in midair, and Si Chang's figure appeared in the transparent water mirror formed in the black mist.

"king."

"What's the matter?"

Si Chang, who was standing in Nine Nether Hell, looked at Shui Jing's messy house and twitched his mouth, "Did Wang find Lian Qing?"

Qian Hongfeng lowered her head slightly, glanced at the person on the bed, and hummed softly.

Chang Chang breathed a sigh of relief, "My lord, the Cave of Ten Thousand Ghosts has changed."

"How did you get worse a while ago?"

"The Cave of Myriad Ghosts has not been within the scope of any power for nearly a thousand years, but according to my subordinates' investigations, there is a secret under the Cave of Myriad Ghosts, and this secret is closely related to Wu Village."

Seeing that his own king had nothing to say, Si Chang frowned slightly, "Wang, this matter is no small matter, you must be careful. In addition, people from Xiaqingjing have already arrived in Wu Village. If possible, Wang should try not to conflict with them."

Thinking of the group of white-clothed monks, Qian Hongfeng snorted coldly, "A group of children, why are you afraid of being alone?"

"Wang...have you met?"

I don't know if I've seen it before, and I even played it.

"My lord, the Shangqingjing..."

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the person lying on the bed turned over as if in a very light sleep, Qian Hongfeng immediately raised her sleeve and cut off the connection with Si Chang.

Yan Luo felt that this was the most comfortable sleep he had had since his resurrection.Opening his eyes in a daze, Yan Luo sat up suddenly after facing the black mist in front of him.

When he woke up, he was actually sharing the same bed with his own Xiao Hei? ? ?

The corner of Yan Luo's mouth twitched, and he got up from the bed.

Thinking that Daniel's ghost also liked to climb on the bed before, Yan Luo suddenly felt a little headache, but at least his Xiao Hei seemed to have listened to him, at least he didn't put him to sleep.

No, he needs a good education.

When Yan Luo turned around, he bumped into Xiao Hei who had already stood up, "You..."

Yan Luo was about to say something, but he heard an extremely noisy voice from outside the house. He frowned slightly, and opened the door of the house.

"Xiao Luo."

As soon as he opened the door, Yan Luo saw Brother Big Niu running towards him.

"What happened? Why is it so noisy?"

"Two groups of outsiders came to the village, and they started arguing."

Looking at the gradually darkening sky, Yan Luo asked, "You mean two groups of people? Who else came besides the group of white-clothed monks?"

"I don't know either, but it looks like it's wearing fairy air."

Immortal?

Among all the people he has met, there is no group of people in the fairy world who are more immortal.

Qian Hongfeng, who was walking at the back, sneered when she thought of the second half of what Si Chang had just said.

"Go out and have a look."

"We obviously found this place first. If you Shangqingjing people don't stay here well, why are you running down there?"

It was Ah Zhen who spoke, and he looked at the person in front of him with more and more annoyance on his face.

"This matter is no small matter, why are you meddling in Qingjing?"

The person speaking to the other party was a young man wearing a golden gown bordered with large peony flowers embroidered on the robe, which looked like a blooming crabapple against the young man's fair face.

"Xiao Lin, you are the ones in Shangqingjing who meddle in their own business!"

Lu Zhen is a little expert at fighting, but since he came to this Wu village, he was bullied by a kid first, and then he was bullied by Xiao Lin. Lu Zhen couldn't bear it, so he drew his sword and went up .

When Yan Luo came close, he saw such a scene, and heard a very familiar name in his ear.

Xiao Lin.

He followed Lu Zhen's line of sight, and saw a young man standing there, just like when he saw him for the first time, he was as pretty as a blooming crabapple.

Seeing that Lu Zhen's long sword was about to approach Xiao Lin, Yan Luo frowned and made a move.

The long sword was pinched by Yan Luo's fingertips, and it couldn't move nearly an inch.

"Why does the boy point his sword at others every time he sees you?"

Lu Zhen's long sword was not infused with spiritual power at all, he made a move just to force Xiao Lin to make a move.

The one who was even more shocked was Xiao Lin. He didn't notice Lu Zhen's long sword at all, but he didn't expect that someone would come out and stand in front of him at this time.

Since he became a monk, no one stood in front of him to detoxify him like Lian Qing did back then.

Xiao Lin looked at the back of the person standing in front of him, in a trance, he called softly, "Master Immortal..."

In one sentence, Yan Luo's heart ached.He didn't move, but the long sword in his hand was pulled back by Lu Zhen, "Why is it you again!"

Yan Luo smiled, "What kind of monk is you with such a frizzy temper, beware of going crazy."

Yan Luo turned around, and smiled at Xiao Lin with a pair of clear eyebrows, "I'm not some fairy master, I only know that when the sword comes, I should hide."

No, not him.

Xiao Lin suppressed the wry smile on his lips, and cupped his fists at Yan Luo, "Xiao Lin, thank you, sir."

Yan Luo withdrew his gaze from Xiao Lin's body, waved his hands, "It's nothing more than a little effort."

"Who told you to meddle in your own business."

Yan Luo jumped onto the big rock and sat down, "I don't care about your grievances, but this is Wu Village, not your cultivation world."

"The realm of comprehension? The realm of comprehension has long since disappeared, and now there are only the upper and lower realms."

Yan Luozheng wanted to say something, but Daniel grabbed his sleeve.

"Xiao Luo, they have been fighting for a hundred years in the upper and lower Qingjing realms."

Yan Luo was very puzzled, "We are both in the same realm of comprehension, what are you fighting for?"

"Xiao Luo, only the Lower Purity Realm is the original cultivation realm, while the Upper Purity Realm is the original Immortal Realm. The two realms have been fighting for a hundred years, and it has only subsided in recent years."

"Does the immortal don't care?"

"Immortal Venerable? I heard that it has been replaced a hundred years ago. Except for necessary major events, the current Venerable will never appear at all."

"..."

Listening to Daniel's whisper, Yan Luo felt countless question marks popping up in his head.

The fairy world is gone, the cultivation world is gone, and it has become the current upper and lower pure realms? ? ?What earth-shaking changes have happened here during the hundred years he was away, why do I feel as if I missed an exciting world war?