Out of lack of understanding of Chen Qingshan, Xuan Ye only said what he saw, and did not even tell the Night King about the death of the two ancient gods in the sect because of Chen Qingshan.

But even so, Xuanye's description of Chen Qingshan made his old father unable to come back to his senses for a long time.

"Where is this son, you are my father."

The Night King's face turned red and he muttered to himself, out of order to protect his face, this sentence was not transmitted to the Chaos Sacred Mountain World through the lid of the Tai Ying Coffin.

Just now, the Night King gave his son a package ticket, as long as that person did not kill the relatives of the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, or slaughtered the descendants of a certain holy mountain, he Night King could catch it.

But it never occurred to him that what this man had done was much more serious than what he had enumerated.

Now the Night King regrets it, even his intestines are green.

"What is the name of that man, the one you want me to save." The Night King could only calm down, and his voice was heard again through the lid of the coffin.

Xuanye didn't find that his old father's tone was wrong, and said truthfully: "Chen Qingshan, he is the Taiping Marquis of Chang'an City, and he is also the youngest Marquis of the Tang Dynasty, and His Majesty the Holy Emperor has personally sealed it. ”

"Chen Qingshan, the Marquis of Taiping......" The Night King's voice came from inside the lid of the Tai Ying Coffin, followed by a deathly silence.

The Night King waved his hand, after making sure that his son in the world of the Sacred Mountain could not hear him.

"Fuck Chen Qingshan, Marquis Taiping!"

"A troublemaker, how can my family Xiaoye have a connection with such a person!" A hideous look appeared on the Night King's face, this Lord of the Tomb of Treachery, whose strength was not lower than that of the Chaos God Sect, was now full of resentment towards Chen Qingshan.

The Night King has been sleeping in the Tai Shen Coffin for a long time, and he is not interested in the affairs of the Tang Dynasty, and a marquis of Chang'an City is not even qualified for him to remember, whether it is the Marquis of the Heavenly Sword or the Marquis of White, he is not qualified.

Perhaps only the few princes of the Tang Dynasty can make the Night King pay a little attention.

But now the Night King really remembered Chen Qingshan's name and Chen Qingshan's title.

"Taiping Hou, Taiping is a chicken feather, this kid is not peaceful in the world." The Night King gritted his teeth.

"At a young age, he went to the Chaos Sacred Mountain, and he became a holy son, and he simply pasted on Zhao Fugui's face, who is Zhao Fugui, face is more important than his life, who will Zhao Fugui kill if he doesn't kill him?!" The Night King muttered to himself, saying a somewhat rustic name, Zhao Fugui, the real name of the Chaos God Pope.

As he spoke, the Night King smashed his fist on the dark coffin, and finally jumped out of the coffin, pacing back and forth with his hands behind his back.

"What are these high priests of the Rangod Sect doing, have they given their brains to the dogs?" The more the Night King thought about it, the more angry he became, and he began to curse the high priests of the Rangod Cult again.

"If you save Zhao Fugui's face, and if you are saved, damn it, you still dragged the owner of the Yanyu Building, that terrifying woman to the Chaos Holy Mountain to block the door, are you going to destroy the Chaos God Sect?!"

"Looking for death, looking for death!"

As if remembering something, the Night King's tone calmed down a little, and he touched his cheek: "Anyway, this kid named Chen Qingshan really has some ability, and he can actually invite that one." ”

The Night King met with the Lord of the Smoke and Rain Mansion a long time ago, and at that time the Night King knew that the strength of the Lord of the Smoke and Rain Mansion was a level higher than his own, perhaps with the Tai Ying Coffin, the Night King could save his life under the dagger of the Lord of the Smoke and Rain Building, but it was almost impossible to defeat the Lord of the Smoke and Rain Mansion head-on.

"Can let an existence like the owner of the Yanyu Mansion make a move, this kid can stand it!" The Night King whispered, he was thinking about what kind of magic Chen Qingshan had to be able to connect with an existence like the Yanyu Mansion Lord, and let the Yanyu Mansion Master not hesitate to start a war with the Chaos God Sect, which already involved the collision between the two top forces.

The Night King stood taller, he didn't think that it was Chen Qingshan who took out something in exchange for the war between the Smoke and Rain Mansion Lord and the Chaos God Sect, it was this Chen Qingshan who took out the immortal weapon, and it was also an extremely difficult thing for the Smoke and Rain Mansion Lord to kill the Chaos Sacred Mountain.

The reward provided by Chen Qingshan may push the owner of Yanyu Mansion to make a move, but more importantly, this strong man who stands on the top of the world is willing to make a move.

And why he is willing, it is nothing more than Chen Qingshan, after all, the Night King doesn't think that Chen Qingshan can have anything on him that makes the owner of the Yanyu Mansion really tempted.

"Could it be that this Chen Qingshan, the Marquis of Taiping, knows the owner of Yanyu Building, otherwise with the way Yanyu Mansion has always acted, how could he do this kind of loss-making business." The lights in the main hall were lit, and the Night King touched his chin, thinking.

"The youngest Hou Ye of the Tang Dynasty, the Holy Son of the Chaos God Sect, met the master of the Yanyu Building." The Night King counted carefully.

"It's not easy, it's not easy!" The Night King exclaimed.

It's just that no matter how much he admires Chen Qingshan, the Night King has no intention of going to the rescue.

It's one thing to appreciate it, but it's another thing to open the Chaos God Sect for Chen Qingshan's sake, it's not that the Night King is afraid of the Chaos God Sect, it's just that it's not worth it.

The Night King sat down in the coffin again, and once again contacted Xuanye.

On the lid of the coffin, a black vortex communicates the two worlds, and a sigh rises from it.

"Xiao Ye, it's not that I don't want to save it, but the teacher is unknown, I hope you can understand my father's hardship, I have to think about the elders and disciples I teach."

Xuanye and Gu Qingfeng waited anxiously on the Holy Xuan Peak, and the two stared at the whirlpool on the Tai Ying coffin, but they waited for the Night King's refusal to reply.

Gu Qingfeng's face turned pale.

The Night King over there smiled wryly, ready to meet his son's fury, but the imaginary scolding did not come.

"Understood."

Xuanye said these three words, he understood the Night King's thoughts, he couldn't be unreasonable and force the Night King to do something.

The Night King was stunned for a moment, followed by a longer sigh......

Chen Qingshan broke away from Chen Lingguan and took the initiative to face the ancient god Xuanhe, in the eyes of everyone, this was an act of looking for death.

"Marquis Taiping!" Chen Lingguan had a worried look on his face, and stretched out his remaining left arm, wanting to protect Chen Qingshan again.

"It's fine." Chen Qingshan faced Xuan He and did not speak, but used his divine sense to convey the message to Chen Lingguan.

Chen Qingshan's divine sense was extremely powerful, and under the cover of his intention, except for Chen Lingguan, no one else in this chaotic sacred mountain world heard it.

"Divine Sense!"

"This is the divine consciousness of the Marquis of Taiping!"

"And this Taiping Marquis's divine sense is actually stronger than mine!" The shocking voice echoed from Chen Lingguan's heart, and when he heard Chen Qingshan's transmission, Chen Lingguan's heart set off a huge wave.

"Chen Lingguan, let me come." Chen Qingshan's voice rang out in Chen Lingguan's heart again.

"That's right, it's the Divine Sense." Chen Lingguan once again felt Chen Qingshan's strong divine sense, and looked at Chen Qingshan with an unbelievable gaze.

Chen Lingguan looked at Chen Qingshan's back, slightly thin, but his spine was like a dragon, unprecedentedly straight, and he might be able to carry the mountain on his shoulders.

For the first time, Chen Lingguan felt that this little marquis that His Majesty the Holy Emperor had asked him to protect was not as fragile as he imagined.

"Okay." Chen Lingguan spit out a word in a ghostly manner.

"Don't worry, I'll do everything." Chen Lingguan looked at Chen Qingshan with satisfaction, this was what Chen Lingguan did not say.

A jade heart was pinched in Chen Lingguan's hand, the jade heart was beating, and the aura on it was pervasive, almost condensed into liquid, if Chen Qingshan was in danger, Chen Lingguan would not hesitate to crush this heart, opening a life barrier for Chen Qingshan.

In such a desperate situation, maybe the little marquis will die here, but Chen Lingguan can be sure that he will definitely fall one step ahead of Chen Qingshan, this is the real protection.

On the side of the main peak of the chaotic gods, the shadows that were enough to cover the sky with one hand, the ancient gods looked at Chen Qingshan with disdain, treating him as dust or the flow of ants, in their long lives, they had seen too many existences like Chen Qingshan.

The grasshopper shook the tree, believing that with a single courage, he could shake the authority that belonged to the ancient gods, and they, without exception, all died in front of the powerful ancient gods.

This Taiping Marquis Chen Qingshan, although his talent is close to that of a demon, if he remembers correctly, he is the weakest of all the existences that challenge the authority of the ancient gods.

"What's this called in their human language?" The ancient god barked dog, five hundred zhang long, full of red flames, among which the soul, day and night suffered from this burning, three hideous heads remained, the left head was blind, the right head had no nose and no ears, only the middle head, which was normal and the most powerful head.

At this time, it was the head on the right that spoke, he was looking for a sentence to describe Chen Qingshan's current appearance, and after thinking for a long time, he didn't come up with it, so he asked the head with the highest wisdom in the middle.

The head of the middle thought for a moment, and then spoke: "Do it knowing that it can't be done." ”

"Yes, yes, this is it." The head on the right said in surprise, and when he opened his mouth to inhale, the living souls in the flames around him were swallowed by him, and the sound of chewing was mixed with the wails of the unjust souls, and a long tongue twisted and rolled, so that the living souls had nowhere to escape.

Finally, there was a "coo-dong" sound, and they all fell into the stomach.

The barking dog ancient god had three heads and four eyes, and each eyeball was like a small scarlet moon, looking at Chen Qingshan with a gaze full of anger.

It's just that whether it is a barking dog or several other ancient gods, they have no intention of making a move on Chen Qingshan, they are gods sitting on the high sky, and when they are even older, they are even more enshrined by the human race, and it is enough to have an ancient god of Xuanhe, and they disdain to shoot at Chen Qingshan together, which stems from their pride as ancient gods.

"Do it when you know you can't do it." Chen Qingshan chewed on the words of the ancient god barking dog.

This sentence was said by the ancestor of Confucianism, who is a Confucian saint and the most holy teacher.

It is precisely by relying on this belief that "knowing what cannot be done" that Datang has this peaceful and prosperous world.

"Silly?" Chen Qingshan asked himself.

"Not stupid." Chen Qingshan shook his head.

There is only one kind of strong person in this world, and they know that they can't do it!