"This clay pot was accidentally obtained by the Son of the Demon Torture God when he was there, and we don't know what it is, but we only know that it is an extremely precious thing." Yang Jian whispered, although he said so, he had no intention of opening the crockpot.

This thing is precious, only Yang Jian and the Ghost Punishment Divine Son know, even when Yang Jian went to the Rakshasa Peak, he never took it out.

Since he didn't take it out, it was in Yang Jian's heart, and the Rakshasa Divine Son was not worthy of him taking out this crockpot, but when he got to Chen Qingshan, he took it out willingly.

Chen Qingshan knew that there should be several precious things in this clay pot, even on top of the divine spirit jade.

"Then why don't you open it for me to see." Chen Qingshan's face was puzzled, and there was undoubted majesty in his words.

Yang Jian was bitter: "Your Highness the Holy Son, it's not that you don't want to open it, it's that you don't dare, the things sealed in this crockpot seem to be poison, an unprecedented poison, at the beginning, the Ghost Punishment Divine Son only touched a wisp, and his cultivation almost collapsed, and he recovered for nearly a month." ”

"Poison?"

Chen Qingshan was suspicious.

"Yes!"

Yang Jian was drenched in the rain and nodded again and again.

Chen Qingshan took the mud-sealed jar from Yang Jian's hand, stepped into the rain, waved his hand, and signaled Yang Jian and Gu Qingfeng to stay away.

Since this jar is a treasure, if you don't open it to see what it is, it will be useless, and more importantly, Chen Qingshan felt a familiar breath from the crockpot.

Chen Qingshan glanced at the coffin-like bronze hall on the top of Shengxuan Peak, but the hall was opened, and it was a coffin with a hole, and the big yellow rune paper pasted on the hall also became a pile of ashes, and as soon as the rain flushed, it was gone.

"No, Holy Son thinks twice." Yang Jian didn't stay away, but instead followed, and shouted to Chen Qingshan.

If the Holy Son suffered an incurable Dao injury because of this, then he Yang Jian would be the first to be held accountable.

Inside the wooden house, Gu Qingfeng also poked his head out and looked over worriedly.

Chen Qingshan stretched out his hand, and with a strong palm, pushed Yang Jian back and fell outside the bronze hall.

Yang Jian flew out more than ten zhang, his eyes were shocked, since the next battle of that Saint Xuan Peak, this Holy Son seemed to be stronger.

"It doesn't matter."

Chen Qingshan whispered, separating the rain.

Yang Jian got up, looked at the crockpot in Chen Qingshan's hand from afar, and unconsciously held his breath, Gu Qingfeng's hand on the door frame also tightened, and a few marks were printed on the door frame.

"Smack."

There was a soft thud.

Chen Qingshan slapped his hand, and the mud seal slowly fell off, turning into a circle of smoke and dust, like a small mud dragon, if there was nothing, it circled around Chen Qingshan, and then disappeared.

Seeing the contents of the crockpot, Chen Qingshan smiled: "It turns out that this is it." ”

Chen Qingshan already understood why the Ghost Torture Divine Son was seriously injured after inhaling a wisp of this thing.

A black mist emerged from the crockpot, like a tentacle, approaching Chen Qingshan with great malice.

"Roar!"

The rain, turned into a roar, with great force, smashed into the crockpot, every raindrop turned into a dagger, a burst of rain fell, it was a thousand cuts.

Chen Qingshan was holding a clay pot, so he was inevitably affected by this rain, Chen Qingshan frowned, a fire ignited on his body, and before the rain arrived, it was evaporated.

"Huh?" Gu Qingfeng stretched out his hand.

Dried.

The rain on Shengxuan Peak stopped.

It's not that the rain has stopped, but that all the rain has converged towards Chen Qingshan's side, becoming a rain dragon and roaring at Chen Qingshan.

"What is it in that jar that is causing such a vision?" Yang Jian and Gu Qingfeng both had some worries on their faces.

Especially Yang Jian, he remembered that when the Ghost Torture God Son opened the clay pot, he did not have this vision.

Yang Jian did not doubt that the vivid rain dragon had the ability to wipe himself out, because that rain dragon had some heavenly calamity aura in it.

The Heavenly Tribulation is something that only the monk has when he preached, but it just appeared on this Holy Xuan Peak, although there are only a few wisps of breath, but the Heavenly Tribulation is the Heavenly Tribulation.

There are things that are not tolerated by heaven and earth, so heaven and earth descend and want to obliterate them.

In the face of this rain dragon with the meaning of heavenly calamity, Chen Qingshan didn't even take his sword, but just pointed at it.

Post-spring water.

A river of swords spit out from Chen Qingshan's fingertips, and the friends became smaller.

The sword qi is endless, hedge against this rain dragon, and use the dantian world to fight against the power of this small heaven and earth, the power of heaven and earth on the Holy Xuan Peak is limited, so the rain dragon is shattered.

"It's so strong." Yang Jian swallowed his saliva, he didn't know that Chen Qingshan had a dantian world, he only knew that this new holy son, with just one move, shattered the rain dragon that could kill him several times.

This move made Yang Jian so frightened that he put away some careful thoughts that he shouldn't have.

In that clay pot, the transparent black qi slowly spread from around Chen Qingshan, and just a wisp blocked Chen Qingshan's body.

Like a greedy mouth, wanting to swallow Chen Qingshan, a manic intention rushed towards Chen Qingshan.

Chen Qingshan's hand holding the crockpot, the sleeve on his hand, shattered piece by piece, disappeared, revealing Chen Qingshan's jade-like skin, whiter than wheat, but not as white as an ordinary woman.

Chen Qingshan saw the contents of the crockpot clearly, and shook it in the crockpot, shining with light, and inside was a pool of blood, a pool of black blood.

"Be careful!" Gu Qingfeng shouted.

The malice turned into a spike and attacked Chen Qingshan, penetrating everywhere, wanting to abolish Chen Qingshan's body.

"I'm not afraid." Chen Qingshan held this small crockpot and smiled at Gu Qingfeng.

Now that Chen Qingshan knew what was in this jar, the things in this jar were destined to hurt him.

The power of the dantian world washed over Chen Qingshan's body, like a wave, rising and resting, and Chen Qingshan's body was full of rules.

The treasure body is solemn and solemn, isolating the transparent black gas, and a faint halo of colorful light is born from Chen Qingshan's body, just like a bodhisattva walking in the world, or a Buddha, dissolving the black qi.

The rules around Chen Qingshan represent order, and the blood in this jar carries disorder and chaos.

This is a jar of Dao Devourer's blood, a jar of Immortal Immortal Realm Dao Eater's blood, although most of it has been decayed.

What is in this clay pot is not the poison that Yang Jian said, it is blood, but this blood, which is just a living creature in this realm, is something that is thousands of times more terrifying than poison.

"A treasure indeed." Chen Qingshan squatted down, pinched some mud, and re-pasted the crockpot, all the chaotic meaning news was just ordinary mud, but it could seal this jar of immortal blood.

"The world is so big, there are no surprises." Chen Qingshan put away the crockpot and sighed.

"Could it be that the Buddha is really in the soil?" Chen Qingshan whispered that when he was in Jishui Town, he asked Master Fan why the Buddha didn't shape his golden body.

Master Lifan's answer is, "The Buddha is in the soil, and the one in the soil is the Buddha." ”

"Crackling!"

When Chen Qingshan put away the crockpot, the fantasy on the Holy Dao Peak disappeared.

It's raining again.

Right now......

"Ahh

A cry of pain rang out.

A blood-stained figure smashed towards Chen Qingshan, Chen Qingshan stretched out his hand, Yang Jian stopped in front of him, his mouth couldn't stop spitting blood, the blood fell, and a blood pit was smashed on the ground.

One blow is a serious injury.

Chen Qingshan frowned, looking at the figure slowly walking out behind the bronze hall, with wide sleeves and robes, carrying a ghost lamp, and the light dyed his face a miserable green.

If you are a demon.

"I've known since he went down to Rakshasa Peak, but what I didn't expect was that you would actually accept him, Chen Jiangnan." The Rakshasa Divine Son carried the Nether Lantern and asked Chen Qingshan, what he called Chen Qingshan was not His Royal Highness the Holy Son.

Just now, he appeared from behind Yang Jian and took out that palm.

"A person who betrays again and again, you can still accept it, do you want this Yang Jian to be a slave of the three surnames?" The Rakshasa Divine Son shouted, obviously facing this Yang Jian's betrayal, the Rakshasa Divine Son felt a little uncomfortable.

"Chen Jiangnan, you have a sick brain!" The Rakshasa Divine Son carried a lantern and pointed directly at Chen Qingshan.

"Your Highness, save me!" Yang Jian spit out a mouthful of blood, his face was frightened, he obviously did a very clean job, but he was still discovered by this Rakshasa Divine Son, with the temper of the Rakshasa Divine Son, if Chen Jiangnan didn't make a move, he would be tortured to death.

Especially when Yang Jian saw the lamp carried by the Rakshasa Divine Son, he peeled the skin and twisted it into a wick, and his body was refined into lamp oil.

A threat more terrible than death.

Yang Jian lay on the ground, letting the rain hit, stretched out his hand, and wanted to pull Chen Qingshan's sleeve, his eyes were pleading.

"Your Highness the Holy Son, I don't want to die, let alone enter the Nether Lamp."

Chen Qingshan did not answer, but stepped across Yang Jian's body in one step, forming a barrier.

Yang Jian breathed a sigh of relief, and an inexplicable emotion surged into his heart.

"What do I do, why do you need to care, I want to come to drink tea, I welcome it, if you come to fight, Chen may not be afraid!" Chen Qingshan waved his sleeves, startled by a burst of rain, put his hands behind his back, and faced the Rakshasa Divine Son carrying the lantern with the attitude of the master.

There is no fear on his face, only calmness.

Gu Qingfeng frowned, she really couldn't figure out why Chen Qingshan wanted to protect this Yang Jian, didn't Chen Qingshan just say that he didn't like Yang Jian either?

If you don't like it, why do you want to protect it, and why do you want to save it?

Is it to see the treasure offered by Yang Jian?

"Something that doesn't make sense." Gu Qingfeng sighed in his heart, returned to the house, and no longer paid attention to the things outside the house.

"Mindless thing, I used to see you as an opponent, but now, I just think you're stupid!" The Rakshasa Divine Son was furious, he really couldn't think of any reason for Chen Qingshan to protect this Yang Jian.

"Rakshasa, pay attention to the tone of your speech, I am the Holy Son, and your Divine Son, there is only one Holy Son of this Chaos God Sect, but there are many God Sons, do you want me to teach you the rules of the Chaos God Sect?" Chen Qingshan looked down at the Rakshasa Divine Son.

"Don't mention this, I get angry when I mention this, if it weren't for that girl, you wouldn't be able to sit on the throne of the Holy Son, calculate it, make wedding clothes for others, it's not wisdom, it's really stupid!" The Rakshasa Divine Son beat his chest and feet, eager to pull the floating goddess out and beat her.

"Sure enough, it's a floating goddess." Inside the wooden house, Gu Qingfeng, who was sitting, pressed his thumb hard, and the blue and white knife pushed out a few inches, and there was more murderous intent in his eyes.

"yes, thank you for the floating life." Chen Qingshan seemed to smile and looked at the Rakshasa Divine Son.

In this chaotic sacred mountain, there are stupid people, but not including him Chen Qingshan.