Qingluo sighed for a while, then stopped thinking about it and began to act. He swam ashore, shook his body, and a puff of green smoke came out of his body to cover his figure.

When the green smoke dissipated, I saw that Qingluo had turned into a young Taoist priest wearing a green robe, holding a hairpin on his head, and with a sword eyebrow and starry eyes, and he also took a whisk in his right hand. Qingluo looked at his outfit, nodded with satisfaction, then brushed the dust, pinched a Taoist gesture with his left hand, and then said uprightly, Immeasurable Tianzun!

Qingluo couldn't help but laugh twice after speaking, but he didn't expect him to pretend to be a true immortal.

Qingluo sorted out the conjured clothes, and then held the dust in his hand, and walked towards the Terran tribe.

When he got closer, Qingluo raised his voice and said: "Poor Dao Qingluo Daoist, now I meet the human race created by the sage Nuwa Niangniang, I have come to visit and have a look!"

As soon as he finished saying this, those Terrans suddenly stopped what they were doing, and then they all moved their eyes to Qingluo.

Qingluo was suddenly stared at by these dozens of people, and he was a little cowardly in his heart. He was just a standard otaku in his previous life, and he had seen any big scenes anywhere. But he still tried his best to maintain the appearance of his immortal wind bones, controlling the expression on his face so as not to reveal his inner emotions.

At this moment, a heavy and old voice came from the cave behind: "The Great Immortal is coming, we and the other human races have lost our distance, and I ask the Great Immortal to forgive me!"

As soon as the human race outside heard this voice say this, the gaze that looked at Qingluo changed from curiosity and vigilance to respect, awe, and some fear.

Qingluo looked into the cave when he heard the sound, and saw an old man with a wooden stick bent over his waist and holding a wooden stick out of the cave. Although his face was haggard and wrinkled, his eyes shone with the essence of time.

Although he can't withstand the passage of time and longevity, and even walking seems a little difficult, his momentum like the sea is difficult to despise.

When he arrived, all the Terrans here bowed to him wordlessly. Seeing this, Qingluo thought that this person must have a great background, maybe it was someone recorded in the history books. He replied gently: "What about forgiveness, I should have taken the liberty to come and disturb you!"

The old man smiled when he heard this and said: "The immortal chief is polite, the person who comes is a guest, if the immortal chief does not dislike the rough place of my human race, please come in and talk about it." ”

Qingluo replied with a smile: "I can't ask for it!" After saying that, he entered the cave with the old man. After seeing the old man and the green fall into the cave, the other Terrans resumed their work.

When he entered the cave, Qingluo felt a sour feeling in his heart. I saw that in the cave, more than a dozen children of four or five years old were sleeping on the ground covered with a layer of soft grass, and their bodies were only covered by a thin animal skin. Their faces were covered with black dust, their shawls were black hair, and their bodies were scrawny like children who had been harmed by nuclear radiation.

As Qingluo and the old man came in, and the five middle-aged men who followed him, they woke up some sleeping children.

They all looked at Qingluo with curious eyes, some opened their chapped lips and smiled at him, some children shrank back as if they were afraid, and some children who opened their eyes and rubbed them in confusion, and fell asleep again.

After looking at them, Qingluo's heart suddenly became a little blocked. When the old man stopped, he was only halfway to the cave. The old man smiled embarrassedly: "Immortal Chief, don't blame, our tribe has no tinder lighting, and if you go inside, it will be dark and you can't see your five fingers, so you can only talk to Immortal Elder here!"

Qingluo replied that it was okay, so he sat directly on the ground. Seeing Qingluo like this, the old man said to Qingluo with a dignified attitude: "The immortal chief is worthy of being a true immortal, not confined to words and deeds, and showing the Tao in nature." ”

Qingluo listened, and he was a little happy in his heart that others praised him so much. If the old man knew that there was a big green snake in front of him that had not yet been transformed, I don't know if he could still say words of praise?

Qingluo was thinking wildly in his heart, but he still said with a straight face: "Daoyou has won the award, I'm just doing it rashly!

After the old man sat down, he asked: "I don't know where the immortal chief came from and where he is going, below is the patriarch of the human race Nanling tribe.

After all, the immortal chief is not my human race, and my human race still knows a lot about many matters near here. ”

Qingluo was stunned in his heart, how could this person see at a glance that I was not human?

But he didn't stand up, but replied: "It turned out to be the patriarch, and the poor way was disrespectful." I am a practitioner in a small mountain to the west, and I am only going out to visit friends in the mountains. However, I have not seen anyone in the same way for thousands of miles. According to the patriarch, do you have fellow Daoists living near your tribe?"

After listening to this, he sighed and shook his head and said, "Immortal Chief, do you know that since my human tribe moved here a thousand years ago, it has been three hundred years since anyone who has attained the Tao has come to visit. On the contrary, some demon beasts that have become the climate have made several attacks, and my clan has lost a lot of people. ”

Qingluo also sighed when he heard this, this human race is so weak, how can he know about the cultivators? Thinking of this, Qingluo was helpless.

And the patriarch Zhao was still saying: "Since my tribe's human race migrated here thousands of years ago, few immortals have come to help.

And my tribe did not adapt to the climate here when they first came here, and hundreds of people died of illness, coupled with the unsustainable old and young population on the way to escape, our tribe lost nearly 2,000 people in order to relocate, they are all ordinary lives of our human race, so easily lost their lives in other places............" said here, Zhao was already old tears, and he was sad.

The five people who followed next to him also looked sad, but obviously they didn't feel the extreme grief, as if he had experienced it himself. Moreover, the migration of the human race that he said thousands of years ago, Qingluo also had some guesses.

So after comforting Zhao, he said: "Patriarch Zhao has experienced the life and death of those Terrans back then, and witnessed the disasters of the Terrans, so he is so sad and sad now?"

"That's natural,,, haven't experienced it. But listening to the word of mouth from generation to generation, my heart naturally understands clearly. How can the shame of the human race be easily forgotten?" Zhao replied in sadness, paused, and then finished following the original words.

Qingluo listened, and instantly knew that this old man must be an old thing who had lived for a long time, and after a pause just now, he must have sensed Qingluo's temptation to change his words.

Qingluo didn't bother about this matter anymore, and asked again: "Then why did the Terrans flee in large numbers back then, is it because of the two lich clans?"

As soon as he heard this, his body shook uncontrollably. Then he replied in a heavy language: "Since the Immortal Elder already knows, why should he come to expose the wounds of my human race?"

Qingluo hurriedly confessed, but he knew in his heart why this human race moved here so desperately.

Qingluo remembered that some time before the Lich War, both the Lich Clans slaughtered the Terrans in large numbers to refine the things that defeated the enemy.

And during that period of time, it was the hell of the human race, where millions of corpses were really ambushed, and blood flowed thousands of miles. During that period of time, the human race did not have a master of their own clan to compete with the two lich clans, and the great supernatural powers did not dare to risk protecting the human race to offend the two lich clans, the protagonists of heaven and earth at that time. And Nuwa Niangniang was also born in the demon clan, and she was still one of the five emperors of the demon court before she became holy, so it was not easy to directly intervene in this matter.

Therefore, at that time, the human race called the heavens should not be, and the earth was not spiritual, and the two witch races were allowed to slaughter wantonly, and the human race was killed and injured by nearly 10 billion!

And according to this one, it may be the luckier one among the scattered and fleeing of the human race back then, leaving a trace of vitality, and more than 1,000 people survived!

Qingluo thought of this, and felt a little sad in his heart, after all, he still had a lot of love for the human race in his previous life.

Qingluo stared at the young children not far away, seeing that they were wearing thin clothes and sleeping on the ground with random grass, and she really wanted to do something for them.

At this time, Zhao also relieved from his sadness and said loudly: "Let the fairy chief laugh." ”

Qingluo said softly: "It's okay, according to the patriarch's heart, it should be like this." ”

After listening to this, he begged Qingluo in a low voice: "Immortal Chief, your magic power is boundless, and the old man also begs the Immortal Chief to perform one or two immortal techniques a little, can you bring fire to my clan and continue to survive?"

As soon as they heard this, the five men next to them all looked at Qingluo with a look of hope.

When Qingluo heard this, he was shocked. Hurriedly asked, "How do you know what fire is?" In Qingluo's opinion, the human race should not know what fire is before the Suiren clan.

Zhao was stunned for a moment and then said slowly: "Five hundred years ago, there was an immortal who used immortal magic to give us a red glowing thing, which is called fire. My whole clan took care of it day and night, and it only lasted for a few decades before it was extinguished. And we used fire to learn to keep warm, drive away animals, and roast fresh meat, allowing us to live an unforgettable life for decades. Therefore, I specially implore the Immortal Chief to leave a fire for us to benefit our department. ”

After speaking, he bowed deeply to Qingluo, and the five people next to him also bowed to Qingluo.