Downstairs in Mingyue, Chaoshen Pope held Anan hostage.
Yasheng and Liaofan were ready, and as long as the Pope of Chaos God said the word "no", they would immediately take action and use thunderous means to save Anan, but they were not sure how sure they were.
Yasheng and Monk Liaofan's Qi machine locked onto the Chaos God Pope.
As the most powerful man in the world, the God of Chaos Sect felt two auras locked on his body. One was as vast as the sea, as if it could accommodate all things, and the other was so sharp that it cut the sun and moon in the sky.
The two different breaths represent the different paths of Yasheng and Liaofan.
Chaotic God Pope understands that his next decision will be related to whether he can leave Chang'an safely, and this decision is not difficult to make.
The Chaos God Pope is a smart man, so he will trade A Nan for Cang's sealed head.
Naturally, there is no comparison between the ancient gods of the Eighth Realm and the ancient gods of the Immortal Fairyland. They can still leave Chang'an safely without suffering a loss.
It's just the level of attention this girl received that surprised the Chaos God Pope.
"Don't be nervous, you two. I think I won't refuse such a deal." The Chaos God Pope laughed strangely and patted Anan on the shoulder.
"I hope you can keep your promise." Yasheng spoke and stretched out his hand. There was a faint golden light flowing on the palm, and he held an awe-inspiring righteousness.
On the stele of the Holy Path in Shengyan Academy, the aura of the Holy Path erupted again, turning into a golden stream of light, flying towards Mingyue Downstairs, becoming as big as a brick and hanging between the hands of the sub-sage, with Cang's head and eyes held down underneath.
Close tightly.
To show his sincerity, Luan Shen Sect bent down and bowed to Yasheng and the others gracefully. After standing up straight, he sent Anan forward with the breeze in his hand. Chen Qingshan stepped forward to welcome Anan back.
"This is my sincerity. I think that the Lord of the Sub-Sage will not lie to me." The Chaos God Pope looked at the Sub-Sage and said with a smile.
In this world, the person who is least able to deceive others is a scholar, and Yasheng, of course he is considered a scholar.
Ya Sheng took a step back, the Holy Path Monument was suspended in front of him, he stretched out his finger, and golden mana wrapped around Cang's head and flew towards the Chaos God Pope.
"I thought you would be in vain for a long time." Yasheng looked at the Chaos God Pope not far away and said.
The Pope of Chaos God waved his hand and put away Cang's head, and said with a satisfied smile: "No matter how much you say, you can't change the outcome. It's better to be happy. Also, Yasheng, you should understand that I will not suffer any loss."
In this battle, many people died in Chang'an City, including the abbot Qingxu of the Dabei Temple. As for the Luan Shen Sect, the only ones who took action were the ancient god Cang and the Luan Shen Pope.
After saying that, a large dark hole appeared in the void behind Pope Chaos God, and Pope Chaos God fell into it. Before leaving, there was still a smile on his pale face. This smile was weird, and he was looking at Anan.
"Are you okay?" Chen Qingshan looked A Nan up and down.
Anan shook his head.
"If nothing happens, it will be fine. If nothing happens, it will be fine." Chen Qingshan held A Nan's soft and boneless hand and muttered repeatedly.
For the loss of Cang's head, Ya Sheng did not blame him. He just told the two of them to return to Shengyan Academy, and then flew to Kongmingfang with Liao Fan.
It's time for the turmoil in Chang'an City to stop.
Looking at the background of the two people leaving, there was morning light rising from the side of Mingyue Tower. Chang'an City, which had been dark all night, welcomed another day of sunshine.
The boundless light pierced the cold night, and as the morning sun rose, the people of Chang'an City felt some peace in their hearts.
No matter how many things happen in this world, the sun and the moon continue to rotate, how many people die, who died, the sun is still the same sun, the moon is still the same moon, it will not change.
On Kongmingfang, Yasheng drew his sword, Liaofan drew his sword, and the thousands of flesh balls transformed by Uncle Qian shattered instantly.
A middle-aged man wearing a Taoist robe appeared above Kongmingfang, with relief and relief on his face. He showed an attitude of embracing the sky, letting the morning light fall on him.
That was Uncle Qian, wearing an ordinary Taoist robe, and then there was a person who was as ordinary as the Taoist robe, except that he was no longer slovenly, and he was much thinner, and he had the appearance of a Taoist priest.
"I'm disturbing everyone." Uncle Qian saw Ya Sheng, Liao Fan, and Baiyi Hou Hei Lin and others, and bowed to everyone.
Yasheng responded with a salute: "I have suffered."
"It's not bitter." Uncle Qian laughed, and his body disappeared with the morning light. All the monks in Kongmingfang bowed and said goodbye to him.
Chen Qingshan did not listen to Ya Sheng's words and went back to Shengyan Academy directly. Instead, he went to Kongmingfang. In the end, he did not see Uncle Qian off and had to go back to Kongmingfang to offer Uncle Qian an incense stick.
When Chen Qingshan and Anan returned to Kongmingfang, the overhauls had already left, leaving only Hei Lin sitting in the square, looking up at the sky, not knowing what he was thinking.
"Senior Hei Lin." Chen Qingshan saluted Hei Lin, and then Hei Lin put his thoughts away.
"Good boy, as the observer of Kongmingfang, you were not here when the fight just happened. After the fight, you came back!" Just thinking about things, he didn't pay much attention to the injuries on his body. Now that Chen Qingshan disturbed him, Hei Lin felt that
Feeling uncomfortable all over, he covered the wound on his waist and cursed with a smile.
"Senior, you are joking. In such a battle, it is too late for me to hide. I am afraid that you will kill me accidentally." Chen Qingshan said with a bitter smile.
"You're not a simple boy." Hei Lin said again and then stopped talking.
Chen Qingshan saw the penetrating wound on Hei Lin's waist and knew that Hei Lin's battle would not be easy.
Hei Lin walked to the end of the street and sat down against a tree, like an old man who had experienced many vicissitudes of life.
"Senior Hei Lin, I have something for you." Chen Qingshan thought for a while, then took out his own Life Tribulation Pill from the storage ring and handed it to Hei Lin. Hei Lin's wound was not good.
Healing, but Chen Qingshan feels that there should be no problem if he uses the Life Tribulation Pill.
Black Scale looked at the elixir in Chen Qingshan's hand, and then at Chen Qingshan: "Give it to me, are you sure?"
"Since it's been taken out, it's naturally for you. How can there be any uncertainty?" Chen Qingshan replied.
"I thought you were the kind of person who doesn't let go of the rabbit before he sees the rabbit." Black Scale joked, but did not accept Chen Qingshan's Life Tribulation Pill.
Hei Lin pushed back the hand extended by Chen Qingshan: "If it was a stranger, I would accept it without blushing or heartbeat. It's just that I'm an acquaintance with you, but I feel a little embarrassed. Why?
In this Kongmingfang, I am considered your elder and have no reason to accept your things. This little injury is not a problem."
"Okay." Hei Lin didn't want it, so Chen Qingshan took the Life Tribulation Pill back.
Hei Lin, who was lying on the ground, twisted his body, as if lying on the ground like this made him feel very comfortable. Hei Lin glanced at Chen Qingshan and asked Chen Qingshan a question: "Boy Chen, do you know what I am thinking?
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Chen Qingshan naturally didn't know, so he shook his head.
"I'm thinking, here in Chang'an, our Taoist sect should also have someone who can talk, just like Yasheng, Taixu Bodhisattva of Taibei Temple." Hei Lin said to Chen Qingshan.
, as if talking.
The battle at Kongmingfang just now made me a little touched by Black Scale. In Chang'an City, Kongmingfang can be regarded as a gathering place for Taoist sects. In terms of status, it should be the same as Shengyan Academy for Confucianism and Dabei Temple for Buddhism.
Because of the lack of a cultivator of the Eight Realms to take charge, he was bullied again and again. Not to mention White Deer Academy, the meat ball transformed by Uncle Qian almost destroyed Kongmingfang.
In fact, the cultivation of the eight realms of Taoism is quite considerable, but no one is in Chang'an City. Thinking of it this way, Hei Lin feels a little uncomfortable.
Chen Qingshan didn't quite understand what Hei Lin meant by these words.
"What I mean is that I have to go back to Longhu Mountain to break through the Eight Realms with the help of Tao Zun's heritage. I will also bring an immortal weapon back and take up residence in Kongmingfang." Hei Lin said.
"There are many Taoist cultivators in Chang'an City who have reached the eighth level and have immortal weapons. I think His Majesty the Holy Emperor should be very happy." Chen Qingshan replied. Chen Qingshan understood that with Hei Lin's seniority in Longhu Mountain, he
Every word you say is doable.
And with the foundation of the Taoist ancestral family, it is not difficult to help Hei Lin break through the eight realms. An immortal weapon may be more difficult, but it can still be obtained.
"When I come back, we will integrate all the Taoist sects in Kongmingfang so that Chang'an City can hear the voices of our Taoist sects." Hei Lin said.
After lying in Kongmingfang for a while, Hei Lin set off back to Longhu Mountain.
Before leaving, Chen Qingshan gave him some blood essence of the Red Dragon. According to Hei Lin, with Chen Qingshan's blood essence of the Red Dragon, it would be easier for him to break into the Eighth Realm.