Because of the black curtain, no one knew what was going on under the Holy Xuan Peak.

So when the black curtain was lifted, everyone was shocked.

"The Rakshasa Divine Son was actually punched by Chen Jiangnan!"

They saw the fist prints on the eyes of the Rakshasa Divine Son.

This fist mark did not hurt much for the Rakshasa Divine Son, it was more of an insult.

In an instant, the Rakshasa Divine Son's anger rushed straight to the heavenly spirit, and the black qi around him set off a raging wave, like a river and a sea.

The shadow of the Rakshasa grew wildly, the same height as half of the Holy Xuan Peak.

The eyes of the gods fell, looking down at Chen Qingshan.

An unhealthy color of blood appeared on the face of the Rakshasa Miko.

This shadow carries all the Rakshasa Divine Sons that the Rakshasa Divine Son can induce.

If you go to the next level, it will be the Rakshasa awakening and coming in person.

And in this chaotic sacred mountain, the high priests obviously did not allow such a thing to happen.

Chen Qingshan looked up, facing the gaze of the gods, without fear, the so-called gods were just the embers of the old era.

He didn't even dare to walk in the world in person, like a turtle with a shrunken head, hiding in this chaotic sacred mountain for a thousand years, ten thousand years.

Under the shadow of the rakshasa, Chen Qingshan is like an ant, but this ant has no respect for the gods.

"No matter how strong the ancient gods are, their cultivation has reached the limit, and they can see the end at a glance." Chen Qingshan muttered in his heart.

And this Rakshasa shadow, Chen Qingshan felt that with all his strength, he was not invincible.

Chen Qingshan knocked his sword and looked.

"So, Miko, do you think I'm qualified now?"

"Good." Rakshasa Divine Son said.

The shadow of the Rakshasa instantly turned into black ink and melted into the robe of the Rakshasa Divine Son.

The intention of covering the sea was suddenly retracted, and the Rakshasa Divine Son stopped his anger.

From the outrage to the end of the rage, it took the Rakshasa Divine Son less than ten breaths.

The Rakshasa Divine Son was calm, neither Chen Qingshan nor those eyes cast on Saint Xuanfeng could disturb his state of mind for half a minute.

This Chen Jiangnan's last punch should have used the power of the ancient gods, and the Rakshasa Divine Son was a little strange, under the suppression of the Rakshasa Shadow, why could Chen Jiangnan not be affected.

The Rakshasa Divine Son didn't ask, and he didn't bother to ask, this time, he was indeed a little overbearing.

It really deserves to be laughed at.

Without words, Rakshasa threw the spirit jade directly to Chen Qingshan, turned around and dragged Yang Jian, and left Saint Xuan Peak.

"This Rakshasa Divine Son, his heart is not simple." In Chen Qingshan's hand, a palm-sized divine spirit jade was flowing brightly.

Under his divine sense, Chen Qingshan could feel that most of the eyes peeping at Saint Xuanfeng were missing, not everyone was a Rakshasa Divine Son, and not everyone had a Divine Spirit Jade.

"It's going to be a lot quieter."

While Chen Qingshan drove away the tigers, he also frightened the flies.

With the Rakshasa Divine Son in front as a reference, there will not be many people who dare to disturb Chen Qingshan anymore.

In this way, Chen Qingshan can go up the mountain with peace of mind and plan what he should do.

After Lianghe Guo Xuan said goodbye, Chen Qingshan was the only one on the entire Shengxuan Peak.

On the top of the temple, Chen Qingshan in front of the hall was independent, just standing, and did not act.

The smoke and clouds were swirling, and the cold air on the peak was rising, but Chen Qingshan was still standing.

It's not that I don't want to enter the temple, but the door of this hall is covered with rune paper, big rune paper, with yellow silk as the base and cinnabar as ink.

Sticking to the door of the entire palace, the entire bronze hall is like a bronze coffin.

"There won't be any." Chen Qingshan circled around this hall and found that outside the entire hall, there were rune papers, like seals.

This reminded Chen Qingshan of those rumors in the township.

"If there is a ghost, it must be very big."

Chen Qingshan thought, but he didn't have any desire to open this hall.

Like turning a mountain, Chen Qingshan walked slowly, and finally turned to the front of the hall, Chen Qingshan took out the incense candle and lit it in front of the door.

Whether it's the main hall or the coffin, there's nothing wrong with worshipping after all.

The incense candle is an ordinary incense candle, not the immortal candle and soul-calling incense of the thirteenth Dao.

Because he didn't know what was in the hall, Chen Qingshan didn't say anything, but simply bowed.

Until the incense and candles are burned, this temple has not changed at all.

Just when he was circling the hall, Chen Qingshan found a row of huts behind the main hall.

There were simple furniture in the house, so Chen Qingshan chose one at random for rest.

With a lamp, Chen Qingshan sat cross-legged in the room: "No matter what is in that hall, I will leave after a while, and it has nothing to do with me." ”

Chen Qingshan closed his eyes and began to cultivate.

It's just that at night, he heard a wail, which reminded Chen Qingshan of the dry night on the Beichen Star, as well as the flesh and bone forest.

"Has anyone died on this peak? Or is it something else? Chen Qingshan frowned, the cry on this peak hit the soul directly, if it was an ordinary disciple, on this peak, I am afraid that he would not live too long.

There are sound waves from Chen Qingshan's knowledge of the sea, but as soon as he enters the sea of knowledge, he was shocked into nothingness, not to mention that this sound can't shake Chen Qingshan's soul at all, even the candlelight or the sword palace sitting in the sea of knowledge are all unprovoked existences.

With the sound waves in the sea of knowledge were shattered.

"Xuanyue has no reason to harm me." Chen Qingshan looked at the oil lamp in front of him and fell into deep thought.

This Holy Xuanfeng was personally chosen by the High Priest of Xuanyue.

And Xuanyue took out three divine spirit jades as compensation, which was enough to see the importance that Xuanyue High Priest attached to him.

Xuanyue has no reason to harm herself.

"So, the things on this peak seem ominous, but in fact they may be a chance." Chen Qingshan's eyes lit up slightly, and he realized it instantly.

With that in mind.

Chen Qingshan pushed open the wooden door and entered the night of this Holy Xuan Peak.

It was just that as Chen Qingshan's footsteps stepped out of this hut, the cry on the peak disappeared in an instant.

Just like something in the night, he kept looking at the hut where Chen Qingshan was.

It's a little weird.

"Ever since I came to this Sacred Mountain, there have been a lot of things staring at me, people during the day, and ghosts at night." Chen Qingshan smiled, he didn't feel too frightened, since the dry night on the Beichen Star, the scene on this Shengxuan Peak was a little small.

Chen Qingshan walked around the mountain and swept the entire Saint Xuan Peak with his divine sense, trying to find the source of this voice.

but not found.

In the end, Chen Qingshan returned to the bronze hall, and the wind on the peak blew the rune paper, making a "crackling" sound.

It is no different from when Chen Qingshan first came.

Chen Qingshan shook his head and wanted to go back to the hut to rest.

Since you can't find it, you won't look for it.

Walk down the steps and look down.

On the top of the steps, on the tip of his toes, that was the place where he burned the incense and the candle, and the incense and the candle were gone, even its ashes, and there was nothing left, as if it had been eaten.

"There's something on this peak, eat my incense candle!" Chen Qingshan suddenly discovered.

"Is it something in the temple? Or is it outside this temple? There is a rune paper seal outside this hall, so those things should be outside the hall, and the voice just now is not from this hall. Chen Qingshan pointed his finger, and a round of scorching sun shadows were suspended in front of him.

With the power of candlelight, let the ghosts of this peak appear.