Ascended to become a virtual idol

"You're right," Elder Pu no longer struggled.

In fact, regarding their current situation, he had discussed with Luo Yi Yanqiao, and according to Luo Yi, it was likely to be related to the supernatural society.

As for why Xuanyuan was not affected, it was naturally because unless the contract was signed, Xuanyuan's monks were born with different souls.

This is also the conclusion that Luo Yi has observed for so many years, otherwise, according to the supernatural ability, it would be impossible to slowly figure out the resentment towards Xuanyuan for so long.

Yes, fear and resentment, as far as Luo Yi knew, the secretive president of the Ability Society had a feeling of hating Xuanyuan to death.

Every time Xuanyuan was mentioned, the anger and hatred made her feel the deepest. After all, she was an unstable factor who was punished to kneel at the entrance of the main hall every day.

Thinking of the last time Luo Yi casually mentioned this matter, President Ke wished he could blow up the whole supernatural society.

Elder Pu could also see that something was wrong with President Ke's complexion, "What's wrong with you? You suddenly look so ugly."

President Ke looked up, "It's okay, I remembered something."

Elder Pu thought he was thinking of Xuanyuan's useless behavior before, so he changed the subject, "By the way, Yan Qiao is leaving for Beixue."

"Huh?! So fast," President Ke was taken aback.

"She said that she wanted to do something as soon as possible. She sent you a message, but you probably didn't read it."

President Ke nodded, "Okay, did she go alone?"

"She's going to explore the way first, and Elder Ye and the others are still going according to the original plan."

At this moment, Yan Qiao and Luo Yi came to Beixue territory, "Aren't you afraid of being discovered if you're not staying in Xuanyuan?"

Both of them changed their attires, and they blended into Beixue perfectly with their high cultivation.

Luo Yi smiled indifferently, "I don't think Xuanyuan has anything else for me to do. I can't let you come alone for such a big thing, can I?"

"There are many places in Beixue that believe in gods, and there are indeed some gods who are supernatural," Luo Yi walked on the street, watching a woman with a child come out of the church.

"I've seen a god of Beixue, not long after I broadcast live at that time," Yan Qiao looked away.

"The gods are not as omnipotent as anyone imagined, at least they have restrictions on some things," Luo Yi said indifferently.

"Is the president of the Ability Society human?" Yan Qiao suddenly asked an abrupt topic.

Luo Yi smiled, narrowed his eyes and thought for a while, "Probably not a human being."

"When Changyou was about to leave, he said something to me. He said that the existence of high planes is not something we can contend with," Yan Qiao said slowly.

Luo Yi's expression was a bit complicated, "High plane?" She sneered, "So it claims to be a god and tramples on Xuanyuan's life."

Yan Qiao spread her hands, "Who knows, but it definitely has restrictions."

Luo Yi nodded, "Naturally, I feel that it can't come out of the supernatural society."

"A monster," Yan Qiao chuckled twice.

High plane, what is high plane, if the existence of high plane is to trample on other worlds wantonly, then it is really a big joke.

In the supernatural meeting, a mass of pulsating black objects slowly poured out, and Chang You stood there without changing his expression, until the object slowly stood up and turned into a human-like figure.

"Why didn't you kill her?" came the questioning voice.

Changyou's face remained unchanged, something seemed to be turning in the double pupil, "I don't want to kill."

That figure was a little angry, "it" approached Changyou step by step, staring firmly into his eyes, "I really hate your eyes."

Chang You blinked lightly, "Really, this is talent."

A pair of black hands that looked like a cloud of mist fell on his shoulders, "The talent of a monk is really enviable."

"It" closed its eyes, as if it was sniffing something, "The delicious smell is so mouth-watering, it's a pity that it can't move."

"It" let go of its hand, and the blackness on the ground stirred up again, as if venting its dissatisfaction.

"You and I are in a cooperative relationship, you don't have to be so vigilant, I can't touch you," "It" has no facial features on its face, like a puff of illusory mist.

Changyou's expression didn't change at all, he said slowly, "If my emotions break through the spiritual limit, you must be the first to devour me."

"But that's just a hypothesis," "it" returned to the ground again, and the whole hall trembled slightly.

Changyou didn't say anything more, just lowered his head slightly, "I've finished the report, so I won't stay."

He turned around and left without hesitation, the countless cracks on the ground turned out to be densely packed eyes, they rolled their eyeballs, greedily staring at the back of Chang You, "It smells so good..."

After a while, the eyeballs turned into a mouth, densely packed with sharp teeth opening and closing, as if expressing reluctance.

Fu Yong was standing at the door, and when he saw Chang You coming out, he slightly raised his eyelids, "What do you say?"

Changyou looked at him, "Do you want to go in?"

Fu Yong seemed to have heard a joke, "Do you think it's possible?" His tone was a little mocking.

"It really wants Yan Qiao to join the Ability Society," Chang You said, regaining his rigidity.

Fu Yong nodded, "Understood."

"Beixue has gone crazy," Changyou said again.

Fu Yong frowned slowly, and it took a long time before he spoke, "Is it the seeds it released?"

"Except for Xuanyuan, it can't bear it anymore," Changyou smiled silently.

He seldom has such fluctuations, and Fu Yong frowned slightly, "Beixue's matter is really his work."

"Existences like them treat us like playthings, shouldn't you have been mentally prepared for it, since you stepped here," Chang You walked away.

Fu Yong stood quietly for a long time, until Mr. Ming found him.

"What's wrong with you?" Ming Lao asked.

Fu Yong suddenly said inexplicably, "Do you think our choice is wrong?"

Ming Lao frowned slightly, "What are you crazy about? How could there be a mistake in entering the power."

Looking at his incredulous eyes, Fuyong smiled strangely, "What are I talking to you, I'm not human anymore."

Old Ming was a little angry when he heard the words, but now he has something to ask of Fu Yong, so he suppressed the dissatisfaction in his heart, "Why do you think of asking this?"

"It's really exactly the same," Fu Yong said in a vague way, and left the place.

Old Ming could only sigh, followed his footsteps resignedly, and bowed to the hall before leaving.

"Beixue's interior is completely in chaos. What do you think we should do at this time?" Fu Yong suddenly asked.

Ming Lao immediately came to his senses, "Wei Ping has successfully touched Cassie's side, and when the time comes, he will not stop doing anything and just replace him."

"It seems that you already have an idea..."