Downstairs in Mingyue, the Chaos God Sect held Ah Lan hostage.

Yasheng and Fan are in a strict battle, as long as the Chaos God Pope says a word "no", the two of them will immediately take action and save Ah Lan with thunderous means, but how sure they are, the two of them are not very sure.

Yasheng and the Qi of the Monk Fan locked the Chaos God Pope.

As the powerhouse at the pinnacle of the world, the Chaos God Pope felt two breaths locked on him, one was as vast as the sea, as if it could accommodate all things, and the other was incomparably sharp, cutting through the sun and moon in the sky.

The two different breaths represent the different ways of Yasheng and Fan.

The Chaos Pope knew that his next decision would be related to whether he could leave Chang'an safely, and this decision was not difficult to choose.

The Chaos God Pope is a smart man, so he will exchange Ah Lan for Cang's sealed head.

The ancient gods of the Eight Realms and the ancient gods of the Immortal Realm are naturally incomparable, and they can still leave Chang'an safely, which is not a loss.

It's just that the importance this girl received made the Chaos God Pope a little surprised.

"You don't have to be nervous, I don't think I will refuse such a deal." The Chaos God Pope laughed weirdly and patted Ah Lan on the shoulder.

"I hope you keep your promises." Yasheng spoke, stretched out his hand, and faintly golden brilliance flowed in his palm, holding a heroic righteousness.

On the Holy Dao Monument in the Shengyan Academy, the Holy Dao aura erupted again, turning into a golden streamer, flying towards the bright moon downstairs, becoming like a brick hanging in the palm of the sub-saint, with Cang's head under it, and his eyes closed.

In order to show his sincerity, the Chaos God Sect bent down, bowed to the Yasheng people elegantly, and after standing up straight, with a breeze in his hand, he sent Ah Lan forward, and Chen Qingshan stepped forward to welcome Ah Lan.

"This is my sincerity, I think the Divine Venerable of Yasheng should not lie to me." The Chaos God Pope looked at Yasheng and said with a smile.

In this world, the one who can't deceive people the most is the reader, and Yasheng, he naturally counts this scholar.

Yasheng took a step back, the Holy Dao Tablet was suspended in front of him, and when he stretched out his finger, the golden mana wrapped in Cang's head and flew towards the Chaos God Sect.

"I thought you would be vain for a long time." Yasheng looked at the Chaos God Pope not far away and spoke.

The Chaos God Pope 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 ending, it's better to be happy, and besides, Yasheng, you should understand that I don't suffer." ”

In this battle, many people died in Chang'an City, even the abbot of the Great Compassion Temple died, and the Chaos God Sect has always been only the ancient god Lingcang and the Chaos God Pope.

After speaking, a large black hole appeared in the void behind the Chaos God Pope, and the Chaos God Pope fell into it, and before leaving, there was still a smile on his pale face, this smile was weird, looking at Ah Yan.

"It's okay." Chen Qingshan looked Ah Lan up and down.

Ah Mo shook his head.

"It's okay, it's okay." Chen Qingshan held Ah Yan's soft and boneless hand and muttered repeatedly.

Yasheng didn't blame him for losing Cang's head, but just told the two to go back to Shengyan Academy, and then flew to Kongmingfang with Fan.

It's time for the turmoil in Chang'an City to stop.

Looking at the background of the two leaving, there was morning light rising from the side of the Mingyue Tower, and Chang'an City, which had been dark all night, ushered in another day of sun.

The immeasurable light pierced the icy night, and with the rising sun, the hearts of the people of Chang'an City inexplicably felt some peace.

No matter how many things happen in this world, the sun and the moon do not stop, how many people have died, who has died, the sun is still the sun, the moon is still the moon, and it will not change.

On Kongmingfang, Yasheng took out his sword, and when he took out his sword, the thousands of meat balls that Uncle Qian turned into were shattered instantly.

A middle-aged man in a Taoist robe appeared in the sky above Kongmingfang, his face was relieved and relieved, showing a posture of embracing the sky, and the morning light fell on his body.

That's Uncle Qian, an ordinary Taoist robe, and then an ordinary person like a Taoist robe, but he is no longer sloppy, and he is much thinner, and he has the appearance of a Taoist priest.

"I'm sorry to disturb everyone." Uncle Qian saw Yasheng, Lifan, and also saw the white-clothed Hou Hei Yan and others, and bowed to everyone.

Yasheng replied: "Suffering." ”

"It's not bitter." Uncle Qian laughed, and his body disappeared with the morning light. All the monks in Kongmingfang bowed down to them and bid them farewell.

Chen Qingshan did not listen to Yasheng's words, and went back to Shengyan Academy directly, but went to Kongmingfang, and in the end, he didn't give Uncle Qian a ride, but had to go back to Kongmingfang to give Uncle Qian incense.

When Chen Qingshan and Ah Lan returned to Kongmingfang together, those overhauls had already left, and only one black scale was left sitting in the workshop, looking up at the sky, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Blackscale Senpai." Chen Qingshan saluted to the black scale, and the black scale put away his thoughts.

"Good boy, as the observer of Kongmingfang, you weren't there when the fight was just now, and after the fight, you came back!" Just thinking about things, I didn't care too much about the injuries on my body, but now as soon as Chen Qingshan disturbed, Black Scale felt uncomfortable all over his body, covered the wound on his waist, and scolded with a smile.

"Senior, you joked, it's too late for me to hide in such a battle, I'm afraid that you will accidentally destroy me." Chen Qingshan smiled bitterly and said.

"You're not easy, kid." Black Scales said again, and then stopped talking.

Chen Qingshan saw the piercing wound on the black scale's waist and knew that the battle of the black scale was not easy.

Black Scales walked to the end of the street and sat down against a tree, like an old man who had experienced vicissitudes.

"Blackscale senior, I have something for you." Chen Qingshan thought about it, then took out his own life robbery pill from the storage ring, and handed it to the black scales, the wounds of the black scales were not easy to heal, but Chen Qingshan felt that if he used his life to rob the pill, there should be no problem.

Black Scale looked at the pill in Chen Qingshan's hand, and then looked at Chen Qingshan: "Give it to me, are you sure?" ”

"Since you took it out, it was naturally given to you, how can there be any reason for certainty?" Chen Qingshan replied.

"I thought you kid was the kind of lord who doesn't see rabbits and doesn't scatter eagles." Black Scale quipped, but did not accept Chen Qingshan's Life Tribulation Pill.

Black Scales pushed back Chen Qingshan's hand: "If it's a stranger, I'll accept it without blushing and heartbeat." It's just that I know you kid, but I'm a little embarrassed. How can I say that in this Kongmingfang, I am also your elder, and there is no reason to accept your things, this little injury is not in the way. ”

"Okay." The black scales didn't want it, so Chen Qingshan took the Death Tribulation Pill back.

The black scales lying on the ground twisted his body, as if lying on the ground like this made him feel very comfortable, the black scales glanced at Chen Qingshan and asked Chen Qingshan a question: "Boy Chen, do you know what I'm thinking?" ”

Chen Qingshan naturally didn't know, so he shook his head.

"I'm wondering, in this Chang'an, should there be a person who can speak in our Daomen, just like Yasheng, the Taixu Bodhisattva of Taibei Temple." Black Scale said to Chen Qingshan, as if he was confiding.

Just after the battle of Kongmingfang, the black scales were somewhat touched, in Chang'an City, Kongmingfang can be regarded as the gathering place of Taoism, in terms of status, it should be the same as the Confucian Shengyan Academy, the Great Compassion Temple of Buddhism.

Just because of the lack of a cultivator of the Eight Realms, he was bullied again and again, not to mention the White Deer Academy, just Uncle Qian's meat ball almost wiped out Kongmingfang.

In fact, the cultivation of the Eight Realms of the Dao Gate is not less, but no one is in Chang'an City, thinking about it like this, it makes Black Scale a little uncomfortable.

Chen Qingshan didn't quite understand what Black Scale meant by saying these words.

"I mean, I have to go back to Longhu Mountain, break through the Eight Realms with the heritage left by Daozun, and come back with an immortal weapon by the way, and sit in Kongmingfang." Black Scale said.

"Many cultivators in Chang'an City have cultivated to the Eight Realms, and they also have Dao cultivators with immortal weapons, I think His Majesty the Holy Emperor should be very happy." Chen Qingshan replied, Chen Qingshan understood that with the rank of Black Scale in Longhu Mountain, every word he said could be done.

And with the background of the Taoist ancestral court, it is not difficult to help the black scales break through the eight realms, a fairy weapon, it may be more difficult, but it can still be obtained.

"When I come back, we will integrate all the Dao Gates of Kongmingfang, so that this Chang'an City can hear the voice of our Dao Gate." Black Scale said.

After lying down for a while in Kongmingfang, Black Scale left to return to Longhu Mountain.

Before leaving, Chen Qingshan gave him some red dragon essence blood, according to Black Scale, with Chen Qingshan's red dragon essence blood, it would be easier for him to break into the Eight Realms.