"Yang Jian has gone to Shengxuan Peak, really?!"

"I can't lie to you, the Rakshasa Divine Son said it himself."

"It's not Yang Jianna, it's just that His Royal Highness the Holy Son will accept such an ungrateful person."

"Not only did I accept it, but it seems that I also fought with the Rakshasa Divine Son for this Yang Jian!"

"What do you say His Highness the Holy Son is drawing?!"

"I don't know what His Royal Highness the Holy Son is planning, but the result of that battle was the defeat of the Rakshasa Divine Son, and now His Royal Highness the Holy Son's position is so stable that it can't be more stable, I am a little envious of Yang Jian now, I really want to take the same boat with His Royal Highness the Holy Son, and I don't know if His Royal Highness the Holy Son lacks a warm bed."

"Huh?! Aren't you a man?! ”

"Who said that men can't warm the bed, I am willing to make sacrifices for His Highness the Holy Son and for my Chaos God Sect."

"Phew! You are really shameless, even more shameless than that Yang Jian! "There are voices like this in the Chaos Sacred Mountain.

The Rakshasa Divine Son recognized Chen Qingshan's status, so the matter on the peak spread within the Chaos God Sect, and the most eye-catching thing was not the battle between the Rakshasa Divine Son and Chen Qingshan, but the fact that Chen Qingshan took Yang Jian under his command.

"Let's Jean! Let's Jean! Whoever stands in the way, watch your head! ”

A cold, haughty voice rang out.

Yang Jian was arrogant, holding a knife in his hand, and using the tail of the scabbard to push away the group of disciples who were discussing, Yang Jian raised his head high, his waist was bent back, and his nostrils were facing the sky, and no disciple present could enter his eyes.

Everyone's complexion changed slightly, and they avoided it one after another, Yang Jian appeared, which meant that His Royal Highness the Holy Son had also arrived, out of fear and respect for Chen Qingshan, just a few breaths, the scattered crowd took the initiative to give way.

"Your Highness, Holy Son, please! Be careful, the road is slippery after rain. The voice became gentle, full of care.

It is hard to imagine that the person who said this sentence was the same person who said the previous sentence.

After clearing the way, Yang Jian trotted in front of Chen Qingshan and bowed, three steps and two steps, and after a dodge, he appeared on Chen Qingshan's side, half a step behind Chen Qingshan.

Yang Jian's whole set of movements was smooth, and it seemed that he had practiced many times, even if Chen Qingshan saw it, he couldn't help but be speechless.

Yang Jian, an existence second only to the Son of God and the Goddess in the Chaos God Sect, is actually doing this for the matter of slapping the horse, that is, putting aside the cultivation, just by virtue of this Yang Jian's ability to see people and talk about people, and to talk nonsense, he can really be regarded as a talent, and his face is thicker than the city wall.

"Although you have entered my Saint Xuan Peak and done things for me, you don't have to be like this." Chen Qingshan unconsciously twisted his head.

Yang Jian bowed repeatedly: "Where is His Royal Highness the Holy Son, can do these things for you, it is the glory of Yang Jian, in the Chaos God Sect, you are the biggest backer, the chaos God does not fall, you do not fall, Yang Jian is willing to follow you all the time, saddle the horse for you!" ”

Chen Qingshan smiled bitterly: "It seems that you are holding on to my thigh." ”

"Being able to serve His Royal Highness the Holy Son, Yang Jian feels that it is an extremely lucky thing!" Yang Jian's eyes swept away, and under his majesty, the surrounding disciples unconsciously lowered their heads.

Yang Jian spoke: "Yang Jian knows, in this holy mountain, I don't know how many disciples want to go to the Holy Xuanfeng to do things for His Royal Highness the Holy Son, but His Royal Highness the Holy Son gave me this opportunity, and he didn't even care about my mistakes for offending you, His Royal Highness the Holy Son treated me like a reconstruction, Yang Jian will never forget!" ”

As he spoke, Yang Jian actually squeezed out a few tears, and his face was full of fanaticism for Chen Qingshan.

"What a shame!" This is the voice of Chen Qingshan and the disciples around him.

Enduring the discomfort in his heart, Chen Qingshan patted Yang Jian's shoulder: "Okay, good, you're good!" ”

"Follow me and do it." Chen Qingshan walked forward.

"Yes!" Yang Jian's eyes were bright, and he strode behind Chen Qingshan, looking around with cold eyes, he was the most loyal guard, only when he fell behind Chen Qingshan, this coldness would disperse, and instantly turn into respect.

Wait for the two of them to go away......

"I still underestimate Yang Jian's face." All the disciples gathered together and began to discuss again.

"Why wasn't it me who followed His Highness the Son? Except for cultivation, how can I not be better than him? ”

"Wrong, there's one more thing you're not as good as him!"

"What?!"

"You don't have him to lick."

“......”

Speechless.

There was a deathly silence.

Then, the crowd boiled again, for no other reason, looking from afar, there was a person who blocked Chen Qingshan's way, or rather, that person did not come to stop Chen Qingshan, his target was Yang Jian.

"Oh?"

Chen Qingshan looked at the figure in front of him wrapped in red armor and full of anger, this figure was not tall, and even a little delicate, but carrying the shield more than a foot high, he had the courage to be invincible.

"This person is not weaker than Rakshasa or Fusheng." Chen Qingshan touched his chin and whispered.

"Click!" The iron gauntlet landed on his face, and the man grabbed the visor and pressed it.

The mask fell off, revealing a woman's face, snow-white skin, delicate facial features, and a red mark on the forehead, like a red date, a claw mark, imprinted on the face, destroying all harmony.

"It's the Nine Hells Goddess, but isn't she going to guard the desert, and it's rumored to be dead?" Some disciples were amazed.

The legend that the Nine Hells Priestess who died in the desert has returned, and it seems to be stronger, but more importantly, the Nine Prisons Priestess is the sister of the Ghost Torture Divine Son.

The ghost torture and the nine prisons came out of the same ruined temple, and the two depended on each other when they were young.

It is probably the general relationship between Chen Qingshan and Wu Guanshan, the only difference is that Chen Qingshan and Wu Guanshan are about the same age and regard each other as brothers, while the Nine Prisons are much older and have a lot of ghost punishment, so they take care of the ghost punishment and assume the responsibility of their sister.

Until the sermon of the Cult of the Troubled God, both of them entered the Cult of the Chaos and became the son and goddess of the gods.

The Nine Prisons have taken care of ghost punishments, and the relationship between the two is as close as ever.

The eldest sister is like a mother.

Until three years ago, the Nine Prisons went to the desert and were trapped in the Heavenly Realm, and everyone thought that the Nine Prisons were dead.

The temperament of the Ghost Punishment Divine Son has changed greatly, and he has become indifferent and bloodthirsty, and has committed a lot of murder both inside and outside the sect.

Because of the authority of the ancient god of ghost punishment, the more people the god of ghost punishment kills, the stronger he becomes, and the stronger he is, the more chaotic and bloodthirsty he becomes, and he drinks to quench his thirst.

But even so, he has people who don't kill, since the disappearance of the Nine Prisons, the ghost punishment has become more cherished friends, such as treating Yang Jian, protecting him, and exchanging half-peak resources for divine spirit jade to help Yang Jian.

Such a thing is unthinkable on other peaks......

The Nine Prisons Goddess was able to successfully come out of the desert heavenly realm this time, completely relying on her own will and her concern for the Ghost Punishment Divine Son.

When he was excited, he returned to the Chaos Sacred Mountain, wanting to see the Ghost Punishment Divine Son, but he learned the news of the Ghost Punishment Divine Son's death, and even the traces of the existence of the Ghost Punishment Divine Son, the Ghost Punishment Peak did not exist.

The Nine Prison Priestess couldn't accept it, she survived in the Great Terror of the Heavenly Realm, but the Ghost Punishment Divine Son who enjoyed the blessings in the Chaos Sacred Mountain died.

"Little sword, you have disappointed me." The Nine Prison Priestess whispered, looking at Yang Jian from a distance through Chen Qingshan.

The Nine Prisons Priestess is one of the few people in this Chaos God Sect who calls Yang Jian "Little Sword", three years ago, when the Ghost Punishment Divine Son was there, because of the relationship between the Ghost Punishment Divine Son and Yang Jian, the Nine Prisons have been calling Yang Jian "Little Sword".

As soon as she thought that it was actually the beloved relatives and friends of the Ghost Punishment Divine Son, the siblings, and the Nine Prison Priestess who made the Ghost Punishment Peak fall apart, she felt that there was a stone pressing on her chest, and she couldn't breathe.

Chen Qingshan frowned slightly, he may have been wrong just now, this Nine Prisons Goddess seemed to be stronger than Rakshasa or Fusheng, as he became familiar with the aura of the Nine Prisons Goddess, Chen Qingshan's divine sense felt something different from it.

"Half-immortal weapon, there is a half-immortal weapon on this Nine Prisons Goddess, the rank is not weaker than that of Bailu Academy, this half-immortal weapon does not seem to be owned by the Chaos God Sect, it should be a thing from the desert, I don't know if it is a weapon or a treasure, whether it can be included in the hundred soldiers." Chen Qingshan whispered.

Datang has a hundred soldiers, and the top ten soldiers of the hundred soldiers are all immortal weapons, such as the tour of Shu Mountain, the ancestral dragon in the hands of the Holy Emperor, the Confucian sword in the hands of Yasheng, and the Holy Dao.

There are also those who are immortal weapons and do not enter the hundred soldiers, such as the five thunder heavenly master seals of the small heavenly master of Longhu Mountain, and the Kyushu Ding in front of the Jinluan Palace that suppresses the luck of Kyushu.

The 11 to 20 soldiers of the hundred soldiers spectrum are half-immortal weapons, such as Grandpa Aran, the reverse scale in the hands of the Dongdu Gun Fairy, the backbone of the White Dragon of the Eight Realms, the main material of the reverse scale, should not have such a high sequence, but when the Huang family Binglu built this reverse scale, he added his own 800 years of luck, and in the past 800 years, the number of weapons cast is probably not less than 10 million.

As soon as the reverse scale was born, it approached the top ten of the hundred soldiers, ranking eleventh.

And now, this Nine Prison Goddess who has returned from the desert has such a half-immortal weapon on her body, which may not be as good as the reverse scales, but it is not much different.

When Yang Jian saw the Nine Prisons Goddess, he instinctively retreated: "Sister Nine Prisons...... You're back. ”

Yang Jian didn't expect that the Nine Prisons Goddess, who had disappeared for three years, would actually come back, and she was stronger, the original Nine Prisons were no weaker than Rakshasa and Fusheng, and now they are even more above the two.

"Whew!"

"Whew!"

Yang Jian was stared at by the Nine Prisons Goddess, he couldn't breathe, patted his chest, and was glad that he had gone to the Holy Xuan Peak and followed His Royal Highness the Holy Son, otherwise with the cultivation of the Rakshasa Divine Son, I am afraid that he would not be able to control himself.

Yang Jian felt more and more that his decision was correct.

"When a person goes to a high place, he has to go to a high place by all means." Yang Jian whispered in his heart, looked at Chen Qingshan's back, and a sense of peace of mind appeared in his heart.

"You shouldn't call me sister." A look of pain appeared on the face of the Nine Hells Priestess.

"After Xiao Mu died, you didn't protect what he left behind, and even took the initiative to go to the Ghost Punishment Peak, I don't blame you, but you shouldn't have to, you shouldn't have taken out everything about Xiao Mu and Xiao Mu's hard work as a springboard for you to go up." Xiao Mu in the mouth of the Nine Prison Goddess is the Ghost Punishment Divine Son, and the Nine Prison Priestess is the only person in this Chaos God Sect who knows the true name of the Ghost Punishment Divine Son, except for the Xuanyue High Priest.

"Komaki and I have not treated you badly."