There is an unknown existence hidden in the shadows.

This white blazing sun was the size of an ordinary sugar pill, blooming on Chen Qingshan's fingertips, but it illuminated a large area, but fortunately, its light was a little soft.

"Po ......"

A soft voice sounded.

The sun in Chen Qingshan's hand slowly grew, and finally hung above Chen Qingshan's head.

A soft, bright light enveloped the peak, leaving it with no place to hide.

Chen Qingshan's idea is very simple, since there is a hidden existence, even the divine sense cannot be found, but what if there is no so-called "secret"?

Let the entire Saint Xuan Peak be shrouded in light, and the invisible existence will have no place to hide, and it will naturally appear.

It's a very simple idea, but in this Chaos God Cult, there are not many people who can do it.

But it is not difficult for Chen Qingshan.

"Poof......

It was a very small sound.

The bronze hall or bronze coffin, about ten zhang on the left side, rolls out a hairball.

"Is that the little one?" Chen Qingshan was slightly surprised when he saw his appearance, after all, the things he saw were very different from the imaginary existence.

It is very suitable to describe it as a hairball, the body is less than a foot, the whole body is golden fluff, not thin, but a little fat, and the corners of the mouth are a little fragrant ash, which is the unburned incense candle in front of the hall.

The little finger was put in his mouth, and the sound of "whining" came from the belly of the hairball, which was the previous wail.

The reverberations are endless.

Chen Qingshan suddenly remembered the sentence "The wind is urgent, the sky is high, and the ape is howling".

Chen Qingshan didn't know if this chaotic sacred mountain was counted as within 100,000 mountains, but the ape cries on these 100,000 mountains always sounded sad.

Isn't this little furball a baby ape?

"So, the so-called ghosts on this Holy Xuan Peak are a small ape." Chen Qingshan muttered to himself.

Ten zhang on the left side of the bronze hall.

Seeing Chen Qingshan, the hairball was also stunned, within his cognition, no one seemed to be able to find his hiding place, not even those who were very powerful in this Chaos God Sect.

They just look for it, but they don't think about how to find it.

Seeing that they couldn't find it, they thought it was because of the bronze hall, after all, it was normal for something strange to be born in this hall.

"You were the first person in this chaotic sacred mountain to find me." The little hairball spoke, maybe not to speak, but to transmit the voice directly to Chen Qingshan through his divine sense.

This is the benefit of having a divine soul, through which you can communicate with all the spiritual things in the world, like a psychic.

The little furball, seeing Chen Qingshan, was not afraid.

On the contrary, he bowed his head, and there were some living people, but in Chen Qingshan's opinion, it was a little weird.

In confusion and a slightly helpless mood, Chen Qingshan returned a salute.

"The first person? Even the Chaos Pope has never seen you? Chen Qingshan whispered.

"Well, no one in this mountain has ever seen me, or rather, no being knows me, whether it is a man or a god." Furball nodded.

"I have to say that the people in this sect and the ancient gods are a little stupid." The hairball added, rolled on the ground, turned many times, and came to Chen Qingshan.

Chen Qingshan looked at the hairball.

Chen Qingshan thought that this hairball's words were very interesting, the first time he heard that the people of the Chaos God Sect were a little stupid with the gods, it was still from the mouth of a small ape.

Is this still a headache for the Tang Dynasty and a chaotic god sect that the world's Taoist system is afraid of?

"If you want the world to know, this is a very funny joke." Chen Qingshan laughed.

"I don't know, I've never been down this mountain, do you still have incense paper money or anything like that? Give me some, I'm hungry. Maoqiu stretched out his hand to ask Chen Qingshan for incense and candles.

Like a child who asks an adult for a sugar pill.

Maoqiu does not rely on incense candles to survive, but just likes to eat some incense candles, and on Shengxuan Peak, no one has been here for a long time, and even if he comes, he will not put incense candles to worship the bronze hall.

Therefore, incense candles are a very rare thing for hairballs.

"Well, I don't have much on me." Chen Qingshan took out the incense candle and put it next to the hairball, which is not a rare thing in the world.

A small pile of incense candles, as tall as a furball.

"Thank you." The hairball was overjoyed, and his face showed a look of intoxication, but he still thanked him politely.

The hairball emitted a red light, and the red light gathered in the palm of the hand, and with a "poof", the pile of incense candles burned.

The furball threw itself into the fire, and the breath of the incense candle did not let go of even the ashes that remained.

Judging by its appearance, incense candles should be a very delicious thing for hairballs.

"You've been on this hill all along?" Chen Qingshan asked.

"Naturally, due to some relationships, I can't get out of the Holy Xuan Peak, let alone the Chaos Sacred Mountain." The furball wiped his mouth.

"Then you should know what's in this temple." Chen Qingshan patted the bronze hall, cold to the touch.

"Not a good thing." Furball said.

"Oh?"

"You can guess first."

"Something to do with the ancient gods?" Chen Qingshan felt that everything in this Chaos God Sect should have something to do with the ancient gods.

"Nope." The furball shook his head.

"There's a guy buried inside?" Chen Qingshan asked again, since he came, Chen Qingshan felt that this bronze hall was like a coffin, and the coffin was naturally used to bury people.

"How unfortunate and wasteful it is to put the dead on the top of the mountain and in such a big palace." The furball replied.

Seeing that it was not a person, Chen Qingshan was puzzled: "Then I don't know even more." ”

It has nothing to do with the ancient gods, and it is not a human, there are too many such things in the world, who can guess it.

"Actually, there is a vessel sealed in this hall." The hairball replied.

Utensil? Very strange name.

Chen Qingshan wanted to ask again.

The hairball rolled towards the bronze hall and disappeared.

"Someone is coming, and I don't want anyone to know about my existence."

Chen Qingshan frowned slightly, at this time, who else came to this Saint Xuan Peak?

There are also Zhu Demon and Zhao Weiyang who have not returned, in this chaotic sacred mountain, he only knows Liang He and Guo Xuan, these two people have just met, naturally it can't be them.

Then I heard the sound of light footsteps, white as snow, a woman.

Gu Qingfeng of Shushan.

Late at night, a world-class beauty came to visit, but Chen Qingshan didn't think it was good.

"Gongzi Chen, we met again, I inquired about the location of this Shengxuan Peak before, but I came a little late, disturb Gongzi so late, I hope Gongzi will not blame." Gu Qingfeng bowed to Chen Qingshan Yingying one by one, with some apology in his eyes.

Chen Qingshan returned the salute.

"I've seen Miss Qingfeng, I don't know what Miss Qingfeng is doing in the middle of the night?"

Shengxuan Peak has been abandoned for a long time, and no one has taken care of it, of course it can be regarded as a barren mountain.

As for the wild tomb, this coffin-shaped bronze hall can also be counted.

Gu Qingfeng looked around, and she was a little surprised that a disciple of the Nine Ringing Dao Bell lived in such a place.

Every peak of this chaotic sacred mountain is not surprising, but it is also beautiful and prosperous.

Only this holy peak, barren mountain, lonely grave, one person.

Firming up some thoughts in his heart, Gu Qingfeng bowed to Chen Qingshan again.

"The breeze is coming, and there is something to ask for."