A group of chariots and horses entered the mountain. They were chariots and horses sent by the sect to investigate the cause of the death of the ancient god Thousand Eyes.
In less than a day and night, the chariot and horses had already passed two mountains, and now the third mountain was under the jurisdiction of the son of the barking dog god.
The carriages and horses passed through the muddy mountain road, leaving behind traces.
"I have to say that the weather is different ten miles away. It was a good weather just now, but as soon as we entered the mountain, it started to rain." On the carriage at the front, a man in his thirties took a palm of the rain and murmured.
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With a vertical crown and a jade face, he has a bit of the character of a Confucian scholar. Judging from his appearance, he should be an easy person to get along with.
Men are a little thin. In the Tang Dynasty, there were many thin women. For example, there were many such women in Suzhou. But there were very few thin men. Even those Confucian scholars were not thin because of their spiritual practice.
Obviously, this man's thinness is due to his cultivation method, or it may be similar to Zhu Yao's ghost cultivation method, but it is more biased.
Zhao Weiyang cultivates the soul, so he can pass the test of the ancient god's road. His soul is extremely strong and suppresses the physical body, which is why he looks so sick and weak now.
Zhao Weiyang poked her head out of the white wooden carriage. She was so thin that even the wind and rain seemed to cause great damage to her.
However, the people next to him did not ignore Zhao Weiyang's strength because of his appearance.
He is the owner of this team of horses and chariots, and he is also the youngest preparatory priest of Chaos God Cult.
If nothing else happens, he will become the eighth high priest within the Chaos God Religion.
Therefore, in terms of status, Zhao Weiyang, as a preparatory priest, is not lower than the ordinary sons of gods in the sect.
"Priest Zhao, what should we do with the people captured from the two mountains in front?" a follower asked, and he wisely removed the word "preparation". This was very useful to Zhao Weiyang, who had to look at the follower a few more times.
At this time, some people had been captured behind the carriages and horses, tied with iron chains, and followed at the end of the team. They were the shamans from various tribes who had recently used divination techniques. Zhao Weiyang walked two mountains and captured ten people.
The remaining people.
These witch masters, who have now been banned from cultivation, are following the team, already soaked by the rain, and are a little embarrassed.
"What else can I do? Just let them follow." Zhao Weiyang replied.
"Until we return to the Holy Mountain?" the attendant asked,
"Otherwise?" Zhao Weiyang glanced at the entourage, and his expression changed from appreciation to displeasure.
The entourage was immersed in driving the car, but did not see Zhao Weiyang's face and was still talking to himself.
"It's just that the shamans of these tribes divination are all about trivial matters."
This means that these witch masters do not look like the people the sect is looking for.
"How dare you use your head to guarantee that it's not them?" Zhao Weiyang snorted coldly.
If he fails to find the true messenger of the Lord, then these people will become bargaining chips for him to communicate with the church.
There is a big difference between someone handing it over and returning it empty-handed. This is related to the impression of the big shots in the church.
And as long as no suspicious person is let go, then Zhao Weiyang is very likely to catch the person he is looking for.
After completing the mission within the sect, what if more people died?
Zhao Weiyang didn't want to explain this to anyone.
Zhao Weiyang's tone changed.
The follower looked up and saw that Zhao Weiyang's face was as gloomy as water, and he felt a little panicked.
The attendant knew that he was talking too much and kept saying: "I don't dare, I don't dare."
"Let's go, enter this mountain, take a short rest, and then we will continue to visit the tribes in this mountain."
Zhao Weiyang returned to the white wooden carriage, her voice as cold as the rain in the mountains.
The conversation just now made Zhao Weiyang's good impression of this entourage disappear.
Without goodwill, there is no interest in talking.
"yes."
The attendant who was driving the horse knew that he had said something wrong and did not dare to say any more. He just slapped the horse's back with a harder whip unconsciously.
Zhao Weiyang's white wooden carriage was at the front of the team. As a result, the advancing team of carriages and horses was unknowingly much faster, but it was only a pain for the wizards who were tied behind the team of carriages and horses.
As he rode the horse at the end of the team, Zhu Yao raised his head and looked up. He felt some familiar breath in the rain: "It's the breath of the red dragon. Chen Qingshan is indeed here."
After drinking from the sea canal, Zhu Yao returned directly to the Holy Mountain of Luan Shen Sect to digest the gains from the canal, so Zhu Yao stayed in Luan Shen Sect's Holy Mountain.
The Pope of Chaos God has not returned yet, but what he did in Chang'an City has been reported back to the Holy Mountain. After all, the Pope of Chaos God is victorious in Chang'an.
It is a happy event, and I naturally hope that people in the church will know about it.
Zhu Yao didn't care how chaotic Chang'an City was and how many people died.
But when he heard that the Chaos God Pope had seen the Snake Goddess in Chang'an City and released her, he felt that things were not simple.
Zhu Yao knew the temper of the Pope of Chaos God, and he would not simply let go of a rebellious goddess. The only explanation was that the Pope had done some tricks on this snake goddess.
Only the death of the snake goddess can reassure the Pope.
"It should be the Pope's Tumi handprint. In order to save the snake goddess, that guy Chen Qingshan came to this mountain." A shadow shrouded his feet, preventing others from hearing what he said.
"And the death of Thousand Eyes is very likely related to Chen Qingshan." Zhu Yao knew that Chen Qingshan was the owner of Zhuzhao, and when the Thousand Eyes Ancient God died, there were burn scars on his body.
"That is to say, Chen Qingshan relied on the red dragon to become the envoy of a certain tribe, hoping to find a way to solve the Tumi handprint."
A clear context map unfolds from Zhu Yao's heart, from Anan's injury to Chen Qingshan entering the mountain. Finally, a certain tribe's shaman suspected Chen Qingshan's identity and performed divination, which led to the death of the ancient god Thousand Eyes.
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"I have to say, the first time I saw this kid, I felt that we were destined. Now that he's here, it's time for us to do something big." Zhu Yao said "Hey", closed his eyes, and seemed to rely on
Resting on the carriage, I was actually planning something.
During this period of time, Zhu Yao had almost digested the opportunities in the Holy Mountain of Chaos, and it was almost time to find a new target.
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The next day, Chen Qingshan got up early. After making the bed, he opened the door and found yesterday's big umbrella at the door.
The rain stopped all night long. Chen Qingshan put the umbrella away and put it back inside the house.
He was going to find Liang He and Guo Xuan to get the mountain treasure. The Chanjuan silk in his hand was a little dim, which forced Chen Qingshan to hurry up.
After collecting the mountain treasures and dealing with the people from the sect, Chen Qingshan planned to return to the sacred mountain with Liang He and Guo Xuan to participate in the descending ceremony of the ancient god Suying.
As for Mr. Anda, last night he proved to Chen Qingshan that he was indeed capable of hiding the truth from the people in the sect.
Last night, Chen Qingshan saw with his own eyes that Mr. Anda got into the big pot in the house, lit a fire under the pot, and "cooked" himself. And the "cooked" Mr. Anda returned to his normal appearance, even young.
A lot.
Even Chen Qingshan's spiritual consciousness couldn't detect anything unusual.
Chen Qingshan asked him how he did it, and Anda Wugong said it was witchcraft.
"I've seen the envoy of God!"
Chen Qingshan came down from the wooden building. At this time, people were already walking around in the tribe, and they bowed to Chen Qingshan one by one.
Chen Qingshan responded to the Anda tribe with a smile, and met Liang He and Guo Xuan on the road.
Judging from the appearance of these two people, they must have sobered up, and they must also be very concerned about Shan Bao.
"Brother Jiangnan." Liang He and Guo Xuan bowed to Chen Qingshan with sincerity. If it hadn't been for Chen Qingshan last night, their faith would have been taken away by Ye Wen.
"How are you two prepared? If you are ready, let's set off now." Chen Qingshan got straight to the point.
"What else can we prepare? Just wait for Brother Jiangnan's words. Let's go, let's go!" Liang He laughed and came over to pat Chen Qingshan on the shoulder.
The three of them walked straight outside Adachi.
After leaving the gate of the Anda tribe, Liang He began to introduce the situation of the mountain treasure to Chen Qingshan.
"Brother Jiangnan, to tell you the truth, there is an old turtle guarding the mountain treasure next to it. We have to kill this turtle to have a chance to obtain the mountain treasure."
"Oh? What level of cultivation does that old turtle have?" Chen Qingshan didn't find it strange that there were monsters protecting the mountain treasure. Most of the spiritual creatures in the world were protected by monsters.
If there were no monsters to protect them, Liang He and Guo Xuan could just take the mountain treasure. Why would they want to join the gang?
There is no free lunch in the world.
Chen Qingshan directly asked the most important question, which state the old turtle was in. Chen Qingshan knew that he could not expose his true strength, which affected his plan to invade the sacred mountain.
So on the surface, they shouldn't be able to defeat monsters with too high cultivation levels.
"It's just the third realm. That old turtle is heavy and heavy. With the cultivation of the three of us, if we be careful, it won't be difficult to kill it." Liang He answered first.
"That's better." Chen Qingshan said, but his eyes looked towards the forest in the distance. With a sweep of his consciousness, he saw a jackal lying on his stomach, with only a pair of eyes exposed among the grass and trees.
Chen Qingshan recognized that dog, the divine attendant of the ancient barking dog god.
The jackal is extremely well hidden, and with the level of cultivation of Chen Qingshan and others, they should not be able to see it.
Unexpectedly, Chen Qingshan was unconventional and possessed the spiritual consciousness that could only be obtained by cultivating the Six Realms. Therefore, everything the jackal did was invisible to Chen Qingshan.
Instead of alerting the snake, Chen Qingshan just watched the jackal leave silently.
Someone loses to him openly and wants to kill him secretly.
Chen Qingshan thought, and the person who couldn't afford to lose was naturally Ye Wen.
Seeing Chen Qingshan standing there, he was fascinated.
"Brother Jiangnan, what are you looking at?" Guo Xuan asked.
"Ah?" Chen Qingshan shouted.
"I just think the weather is a bit nice. It's raining in the sky. It rained all night last night. Don't you think it's a bit nice today, brother Guo Xuan?" Chen Qingshan replied.
"Brother Jiangnan seems to be very interested in things like mountains and rain." Liang He raised his head and looked at the sky, and it turned out that the sky was clear and blue.
"I just think there should be a lot of beauty in the world."
"Let's go, let's go, look for the mountain treasure, don't forget the business." Chen Qingshan began to greet the two of them and walked into the mountain.