Elder Huo was injured and looked particularly embarrassed, but he left the Samo tribe's territory with all his heart. The other four people who accompanied him made "sacrifices" for information to allow the beautiful woman to have an "explanation".

As for what to explain and how to explain it, it is the matter of the beautiful woman, Elder Huo will not think about it any more.

Even the dead female disciple climbed onto his bed the night before yesterday.

Elder Huo always weighed the warning about the beautiful woman.

There are always many unknown fears about the realms and levels that you don’t understand.

In fact, there is no need to communicate with the Great Elder, Elder Huo knew that there were only two choices in front of him.

Or, publish the news and attract the attention and attention of the person in the Xuanqing Realm.

In this way, a tug-of-war can be formed, allowing Baotong Realm to continue to gain benefits from it.

Or, you should take the initiative and try to intercept the three swords, try to get the chestnut from the fire and seize the tiger's mouth.

But this choice has greater risks and endless troubles.

Even if the Baotong Realm has the ability to gather all the elites who have gone out, it may not be able to withstand this storm.

What made Elder Huo even more worried was that he was actually unable to be sure whether the beautiful woman reported this to him because of the Ten Thousand Years of Blood Ginseng or... this was fishing.

Their arrival was expected.

His choices will become the next bait.

With great thoughts, Elder Huo returned to Baotong Realm and reported to the Great Elder.

And the wasteland world at this time is becoming more and more noisy and ostentatious.

Entering the wasteland world again.

As an old leek, Li Xingzhou, when he opened his eyes, he saw a dark, long road. The road could not see the end, and there was nothing in front of him.

“Is this the new random reincarnation?”

"Deliver certain plot points, randomly obtain some of the abilities of the previous life, and start a certain unknown journey."

As an old player, Li Xingzhou has experienced many vicissitudes and has long become extremely calm in the face of changes.

At this time, he no longer thought about it and walked along the road.

The road is getting longer and longer, and the mountains that appear in front of you are getting taller and taller.

The shape of the mountain is very unique, and it follows the pitch-black tunnel into the mountain belly.

But I saw another mountain in the belly of the mountain.

Moreover, this mountain seems to be taller and more majestic than the one that is hidden outside.

It stands there dark and heavy, giving people a sense of oppression.

The mountain is bell-shaped, like a giant bell standing in the handstand.

The bell pointed downward, but the cracked trumpet faced upward.

The dark wind blew by, howling and sobbing, like a cry of ghosts, indescribable inhumane.

Li Xingzhou couldn't help but look forward to it a little more.

After all, the wasteland world is in a pattern where stars return to their positions and gods come.

Such a unique experience may be related to a certain god... and it looks more like it is related to a certain evil god.

Perhaps this is profitable?

Li Xingzhou has long been a gambling dog!

Until now, I have long stopped believing in taking steps and making steady progress.

All you need is to go to heaven and hell.

If you succeed, you will listen to music in the tranches, and if you fail, you will sing in the tranches, but that's it.

Stroll along the mountain road.

Li Xingzhou suddenly stopped.

After thinking about it, I suddenly opened the personal panel.

In the latest panel update, there are three additional gray sections on the panel.

Many people are curious about what these three sections are.

Li Xingzhou subconsciously took a look at it again at this time to avoid missing out.

But I found that there was a small red punctuation point under my panel.

I clicked on it and found that it was an invitation.

"As a veteran of all the worlds, you have made contributions to the progress and development of various worlds. Now you are sincerely invited to become an internal test user of the live broadcast platform. You can actively start the live broadcast, let the audience enter your perspective, or put you into the screen from a third-party perspective. During the live broadcast, every 1,000, 100,000, 100,000, 100,000, 100,000, and 100,000, and 100,000, and 100,000, and 100,000, and 100,000, and 100,000, and 100,000, and 100,000, and 100,000, and 100,000, and 100,000, and 100,000, and 100,000, and 100,000, and 100,000, and 100,000, and 100,000, and there are reward channels. They will be opened one by one in the future."

Li Xingzhou looked at the invitation letter and his expression changed several times.

After experiencing the two worlds of wasteland and strangeness, even though Li Xingzhou was originally a native dog, he now has a rough understanding of live broadcasts and their meanings.

Although I really want to refuse this invitation with the backbone.

But after thinking about it, Li Xingzhou still chose to accept it.

After all, he is no longer the high-ranking Blood Demon Palace Lord.

Now he is just a dog that is stray.

When starting the live broadcast, Li Xingzhou chose the first person perspective.

This makes the scenes in the live broadcast room look more realistic, but less broad.

Li Xingzhou stared at the small screen in a corner of the panel and found that there was no barrage, so he stopped caring and continued to move forward.

There are many caves on the bell-shaped mountain, and the sound of the wind is the echoes generated here, and then they are mixed together to form various sounds.

Wow…!

Wowhahahaha…!

Oh hehehehehe...!

Woo... Woo... Woo... Woo!

All kinds of strange crying, laughter, wailing, screams, mourning, and screams evolved in these caves.

Cooperating with this depressing scene, illusions arise.

It seems that I have really come to the Invincible Purgatory, and I am surrounded by hungry ghosts from hell.

Li Xingzhou walked on Zhongshan with an expressionless face. Every time he passed by a cave, he felt that an evil ghost had crawled out of hell and rushed towards him with bloodstains on his face.

The combination of illusions and illusions forms a powerful mental attack. If the mentally weak, the mentally broken will be caused by these things.

However, these are too tender for Li Xingzhou.

Compared with the ones he experienced, how can such a scene be called hell?

At this moment, a thin barrage finally appeared in the lower right corner of his panel.

"Is this a live broadcast?"

"Damn it! Live! You can really watch live broadcast. How did the big guy start the live broadcast? Why don't I have a shady scene? PY? My own son?"

"What a horrible sound effect and environment, this reminds me of the days when I practiced on the northern foot of Yinshan Mountain in the underworld more than a hundred years ago. Now it is different. I entered the ghost town and became lively. I bought a few more houses of ghost concubines. I could only lend money every day to collect some fragmented Yin merits and live a life of life."

"Boss upstairs! Please ask for Guilu! Please ask for Guilu! Please ask for Guilu! The price is easy to negotiate!"

"I have a private video of the anchor, I know how to chat with you, and like it."

Li Xingzhou originally saw these barrage, and found it quite interesting.

After waiting for a while, I found that there were actually not many people online, and there was no reward for the plot at all.

I lost interest again, so I could only continue to rush forward.

Jump down towards the hole in front of the wind.

Li Feng walked through Li Xingzhou's ears and hair, drilled into every hole in his face, constantly questioning his soul.

The strong sense of dizziness made Li Xingzhou's eyes lose focus.

Everything around me became trance, twisted and unreal.

When the dizziness and vomiting disappeared, Li Xingzhou felt as if he had fallen into the cold water, and the cold breath made Li Xingzhou feel instantly coming back to his senses.

As he slapped the water surface, Li Xingzhou quickly rushed out of the lake and headed towards a huge rock beside him.

But the barrage is becoming even more rare at this moment.

Although Li Xingzhou's series of operations just now can be considered exciting.

Plus the first perspective, it has more impact.

However, the people who watch the live broadcast are all monks, which also leads to this level of stimulation, which is far from enough.

The sparse barrage is better than nothing.
To be continued...