My Wife Is The Leader Of A Demonic Cult Chapter 173

"The safety of the leader!?"

When An Jing heard this, he muttered to himself.

There are no two saints in the sky, it is naturally impossible for a demon sect to have two demon sect leaders, which reminds him of what Zhao Zhongyin once said.

"This newly-appointed Demon Sect leader has some means. It is said that he is also very young and promising, but it's a pity."

An Jing touched the Heaven-turning Seal in his arms, and remembered the "Jiuyou Purgatory Magic Tome", the supreme martial art of the magic sect.

boom!

It was as if a thunderbolt hit him in the head, and it was as if someone had poured a basin of cold water from head to toe, and his whole body was numb.

Lin Tianhai looked at the ghost swordsman who was suddenly dumbfounded in front of him, and felt a little strange in his heart. His words did not seem to involve the secrets of my demon sect, and the sect master was still trapped in the magic well, why did the ghost swordsman have such an expression?

After a long time, An Jing came back to his senses and grabbed Lin Tianhai's collar: "What is your leader's name?"

Lin Tianhai frowned and said coldly, "The old man said it, only answering one question."

"Okay."

An Jing loosened Lin Tianhai's collar and turned to leave.

"call"

Seeing this, Lin Tianhai couldn't help heaving a sigh of relief, but before he was out of breath, the ghost swordsman went back and grabbed his collar again.

"Unfortunately, you fell into my hands again."

Lin Tianhai: ""

An Jing stared at Lin Tianhai calmly and asked, "Answer my question just now, I can let you go again."

Lin Tianhai said angrily, "You are playing around with this old man. Even if the old man dies today, he will not compromise with you such a thief."

After all, Lin Tianhai is also a top expert of the Demon Sect, the first seat of the Azure Dragon Throne, to be so insulted at this moment, how can Lin Tianhai bear this anger?

"Don't tell me, right?" An Jing said solemnly.

"I'm castrated, the old man doesn't need it anyway. You'd better draw the sword one step faster to save the old man's blood from splattering you." Lin Tianhai closed his eyes with an indifferent attitude.

fuck!

An Jing looked at Lin Tianhai with an angry face in front of him, but he couldn't let go for a while.

in case later

"Roar!"

At this moment, a low-pitched dragon roar came from the calm stream, as if calling for something.

"Black Jiao!?"

An Jing was shocked when he heard this.

This voice is exactly the voice of Hei Jiao, but it sounds a little strange.

That Hei Jiao has the cultivation of the Three Qi Grandmaster, which is his biggest support now. If there is no Hei Jiao and encounters a master of the true religion, it will be in big trouble, and his own evil-suppressing sword may be with Hei Jiao.

"Old boy, I'll take care of you later."

An Jing glanced at Lin Tianhai, and then his body flew away in the distance.

Lin Tianhai looked at the back of An Jing's departure, and determined that after disappearing, the true qi in his body was running wildly, but that thunder and lightning qi was still in his body, blocking the operation of the qi machine in his body.

"hateful!"

Lin Tianhai's eyes were bloodshot, but the more anxious he became, the more useless he became. Instead, the energy of thunder and lightning overflowed and collided in his body, making him extremely uncomfortable.

About half a stick of incense has passed, and the ghost swordsman still hasn't come back.

Lin Tianhai couldn't help but get anxious. If the ghost swordsman really left, he would probably starve to death in this wilderness because he was currently incapable of action.

When the matter spread, the first seat of the Azure Dragon Throne starved to death in the wilderness. Isn't that a joke in the world?

"Lin's first seat?"

Just then, a voice came from not far away.

"I'm here"

Lin Tianhai responded quickly.

"Whizzing!"

"Lin Shouzuo, are you all right?"

I saw a figure rushing over quickly, and the one with a disheartened face was Luo Zixiang, a master of the Demon Earth Sect.

Originally, she escaped from the Sixiangmen, but then found that Lin Tianhai had not come out for a long time, and turned back to inquire about the news, just in time to see the ghost swordsman carrying Lin Tianhai away from the Sixiangmen.

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"Take me away."

Lin Tianhai was overjoyed when he saw the person coming, and said quickly, "Quick, maybe that lunatic will come back soon."

"Okay, let's go now."

Luo Zixiang nodded, then helped Lin Tianhai to walk into the distance

On the other side, An Jing followed the voice.

A round of red sun seemed to hang on the branch on the far west side, and the surrounding clouds solidified like blood. The mountains were far away, and there were some red spots among the green trees, like the blood and tears that the setting sun could not bear to part with.

In the depths of Longyinxi, the sea was glowing with orange-red light.

Because of the living puppet technique, An Jing will have a unique sense as long as he is close to the black flood dragon.

So when I came to the stream, I felt that the black flood dragon seemed to be below.

"thump!"

Before he could control the black dragon, a huge dragon head emerged from the water.

Those huge eyes were opened and closed, looking at An Jing stepping on the lake, there was a hint of joy in his eyes.

"Um!?"

An Jing looked at the black flood dragon's eyes, and suddenly felt a little different.

The next moment, the black flood dragon rushed over, and An Jing felt that there was no danger and he did not dodge.

"Tom!"

Hei Jiao slammed An Jing directly into the water, and then his body also rushed into the stream, setting off a shocking wave.

"What are you doing? Are you trying to kill me?"

An Jing thudded a few times in the water and roared.

And that Hei Jiao looked like a child who did something wrong, looking at him nervously from a distance.

"Could it be that this guy gave birth to Lingzhi?"

An Jing frowned slightly as he looked at the black flood dragon.

When he subdued the thousand-year-old black anaconda, he used the living puppet technique to extract the violent and ferocious spirit of the thousand-year-old black anaconda. Since then, the body of the thousand-year-old black anaconda has been under his control.

And after the black anaconda turned into a flood dragon for thousands of years, no new souls have been born, and it has always been like a puppet.

But looking at his actions and demeanor today, it seems that a new spirit has been derived.

"come here."

An Jing tried to beckon.

The black flood dragon seemed to understand what he said, its body tossed in the water, and it floated over cautiously. Then the flood dragon crawled in front of An Jing, showing a sense of obedience.

An Jing touched the scales on Hei Jiao's body with his palm.

"Hoohoo!"

Hei Jiao's nasal cavity spurted two white air currents, which seemed to be very enjoyable.

"not bad."

An Jing jumped up and fell on Hei Jiao's back, "My evil-suppressing sword should be on your body, right?"

"Ha! Ha!"

Hei Jiao's mouth was wide open, and the evil-suppressing sword with two sheaths and two swords appeared in its mouth.

"call out!"

An Jing stretched out his palm, and the Zhenxie Sword fell into his palm quite spiritually.

Now that Hei Jiao is back again, holding the evil-suppressing sword again, he finally has a sense of security in his heart.

"That old boy Lin Tianhai was swallowed by a wild dog."

An Jing thought of something, and then said, "Let's go back quickly."

"Roar!"

Hei Jiao let out a low voice, then turned into a black shadow and flew away into the distance.

The black flood dragon was very excited for some reason, not only tumbling in the water, but also setting off waves.

About half a cup of tea, Hei Jiao landed beside the dense forest just now.

"What about people!?"

An Jing found that the place was empty, and there was still the shadow of Lin Tianhai.

Hei Jiao seemed to be a little scared, his body was crawling on the side, and his big eyes watched the surroundings vigilantly.

An Jing came to the tree just now and whispered to himself: "There is no blood, it is impossible for him to walk by himself according to the injuries on his body, he should have been rescued, maybe he has not gone far."

He is very aware of Lin Tianhai's injury, and it is absolutely impossible for him to get away in such a short time.

He still had some questions he wanted to ask Lin Tianhai, but he suddenly found that there seemed to be no difference between asking and not asking...

Sitting alone on a green hill, looking at the setting sun.

The orange halo sprinkled on An Jing like dead leaves, and he looked quiet and leisurely. He looked at the endless stream in the distance, his eyebrows lowered.

He suddenly felt a little tired.

"call……"

An Jing sat on the bank of Longyin River.

actually……

He never considered himself a good person, but he never considered himself a heinous person.

What is Jianghu?

Jianghu is a Vanity Fair, wandering around in the Jianghu, stepping into this famed fair is half-body stepping into the underworld.

Grandmasters and masters who are as strong as Qingfeng old man can't escape death.

When human feelings cannot be resolved, then we can only fight and kill. This simple method is always the most direct and most useful method.

In these rivers and lakes, killing people is only a rare and common time, cutting the grass and eradicating the roots, and never having future troubles, that is not just written in books.

They will also shake the eggs and flood the ant nests at the door. It is so horrific and unreasonable.

"why?"

An Jing murmured softly, the beautiful image appeared in his mind, the gentle and heartwarming smile like the spring breeze in February, he remembered the first encounter with the other party...

"why?"

An Jing asked again.

He really couldn't imagine that she was so gentle as water, that she couldn't even climb a ladder, that clumsy beauty whose fingers would be slashed by a broken bowl might be stained with the blood of countless people!

It's like dreaming!

When you touch it, it disperses, when you touch it, it breaks, everything is like a phantom...

"why……"

This sound is weak.

After that, no more words.

He sat on the bank and watched for a long time. Perhaps the sky was getting dark, the stars were quietly hanging in the sky at night, and the stars and rivers flowed quietly. Only then did he regain his senses. He stood up and slowly returned to Hei Jiao's side.

now.

Hei Jiao's body was curled up, and its huge head was hanging on the ground at will. Those eyes that were not invaded by the world reflected An Jing's figure. It was a little curious, but could understand An Jing's state of mind at the moment, it gently rubbed its head with its head. rub An Jing.

"I was cheated...but I don't know why I was cheated."

An Jing smiled wryly, he raised his hand and touched the scales of the black Jiao.

Lou Xiangzhen once said that when he reaches his age, he will not be lost, but he will always get lost.

He didn't know before...

But now, it seems to understand something.

"Yeah, will keep getting lost"

An Jing whispered to himself, "She came to me on purpose, and she fell in love with me at a glance. Now that I think about it, I was indeed deceived."

At this moment, a rustling sound rang out. Xu was walking alone in the grass, but An Jing didn't pay attention. He sighed softly and touched Heijiao's head.

Heijiao was sucked away, staring at the grass.

A small, plump, snow-white shadow appeared in the amber-like eyes.

That's a rabbit.

With his back facing the black dragon, he was nibbling at the grass roots beside him.

The head of the black flood dragon stretched forward, and it opened its fangs.

The rabbit seemed to feel something, it turned back to its small body and simply looked at the black Jiao.

suddenly.

It jumped forward.

Hei Jiao immediately retracted his head.

I bumped into An Jing who was gathering the surrounding branches and leaves.

He was a little puzzled. He looked at the black Jiao, and then at the rabbit, and almost fainted.

"You are a Jiaolong! Jiaolong! How can you be afraid of a rabbit?!"

Heijiao can't speak.

It can only look innocent.

Rubbing his head in front of An Jing, he looked very aggrieved.

"It's not as good as a dog raised by Tan Yun!"

An Jing was a little helpless, "That's it."

He pointed a finger, and a sword qi shot out from the fingertips, hitting the rabbit's neck with precision. The rabbit fell to the ground and twitched, and then fell into a pool of blood.

"It's a dinner delivered to your door."

An Jing stepped forward and lifted the rabbit's ears.

Then skillfully lit the fire, and put the soaked clothes on the fire rack for grilling.

"Such a fat bunny"

An Jing picked up a sharpened branch, strung the whole rabbit directly, and grilled it on the fire.

After a while, you can smell the meaty fragrance.

Hei Jiao curiously looked at the roasted rabbit in An Jing's hands with his huge eyes.

It feels so fragrant.

Some drool.

An Jing bit on the rabbit meat, as if to relieve the distress and helplessness in his heart.

The moonlight sank in the west, reflecting the clear stream.

"How can you bear it when you feel strong, and there is no resentment in the deepest feelings."

An Jing looked at the shadow of the moonlight, and couldn't help but think of the misty Yuzhou City, "I don't know when I will be able to return to that Yuzhou City, maybe I won't be able to go back again."

Life is like a long river. The left bank is the laughter of the millennium, the right bank is the eternal Chen Mo under the candlelight, the middle is the faint loneliness of the years, and the wind is always the floating sorrow, only the unintentional. Loneliness is a firework that the wind can't blow away.

"No matter what the result is, I still want to go and see it again. The ear is false and the sight is true. Yes, the ear is false and seeing is true."

"Maybe I guessed wrong?"

"perhaps……"

Looking at the full moon, An Jing couldn't help but mutter to himself.

Four elephant gates, wing rooms.

The waning moon hangs high, the stars are dotted, and the moonlight shines down like a horse.

Yang Chong frowned and walked slowly towards the wing.

"Brother!"

At this moment, a young girl with bright eyes and kind eyes appeared in front of her, holding a food box in her hand.

It was Jia Meixian.

Yang Chong asked curiously, "What dishes did you cook?"

"According to my brother's instructions, I stewed an old hen to mend Han Shaoxia's body."

There was a hint of strangeness in Jia Meixian's eyes, "Senior brother, what are you doing here so late?"

"That's fine."

Yang Chong hesitated and said with a guilty conscience: "I was afraid that Brother Han would be bored, so I chatted with him to relieve the boredom."

With that, he pushed open the door and shouted loudly.

"Brother Han, my junior sister and I came to see you and cooked chicken soup for you."

The room was silent, without any sound.

Jia Meixian walked into the room and found that the bed was empty. He couldn't help but say, "Hey, where is the person?"

"not good!"

Yang Chong thought of something, and his face changed, "Then Brother Han will not be too embarrassed, let's kill himself."

Jia Meixian put the food box on the table and said strangely, "Senior brother, look at the table."

I saw a white piece of paper on the table, and a palm-sized wooden sword beside it.

"what is this?"

Yang Chong picked up the white paper on the table and started talking: "Brother Yang, Miss Jia, Han has become ill because of missing thoughts. Let's go first, we will meet you in the future, leave this thing to talk about and express our gratitude."

Jia Meixian played with the wooden sword in his hand and muttered, "Is this the wooden sword?"

"Hey."

Yang Chong sat down on the chair and said in despair, "It's all my fault that he left."

Jia Meixian said puzzled: "Senior brother, what's wrong with you?"

She still understands Yang Chong, not an arrogant, arrogant and domineering person.

"It's a mountain bandit."

Yang Chong shook his head and said sadly: "I learned from him today that he was humiliated by the bandits, and his body and mind were greatly traumatized."

Jia Meixian was even more puzzled when she heard this.

Yang Chong explained, "What do you think Brother Han looks like?"

Jia Meixian thought for a while, then whispered, "It's good."

Among the thousands of disciples of Sixiangmen, few were more handsome than that Han Shaoxia, especially those eyes.

Yang Chong sighed, "Yeah, some people like him the most with a red face and white teeth."

"Brother, is it?"

Jia Meixian stared, and there was a hint of disbelief in his eyes.

Yang Chong looked at the wooden sword in Jia Meixian's hand and shook his head: "Since he wants to leave, we don't want to force it to stay. You can keep this thing, then Brother Han is also a hard worker."

With that said, Yang Chong walked out of the house with a face full of regret.

Only Jia Meixian, who looked astonished, stared blankly at the wooden sword in his hand.

Three days later, Dongluoguan, sealed the magic well.

Zhao Qingmei stood under the well, holding a white letter in her hand, and the wooden man beside her hung a basket with wine and meat in it.

"Failed?"

Zhao Qingmei frowned after reading the letter.

Although she is now in the Demon Sealing Well, she can still manipulate the entire Demon Sect through Yu Qiurong.

Duanmu Xinghua is loyal to the Demon Sect, and Zhao Qingmei is still the leader of the Demon Sect, so Duanmu Xinghua still obeys her orders for the time being. As the original Lord of the Heavenly Sect, her words still carry a lot of weight.

And Yu Qiurong and the head of the Xuanwu Tower were pulled up by her.

Yu Qiurong holds the lifeblood of the Demon Sect, and the head of the Xuanwu Throne holds the most powerful and elite armor of the Demon Sect at the moment.

Zhao Qingmei knew very well in her heart that as long as this elite force was in her own hands, the demon sect would always be in her own hands.

In addition, Jiang Shang had nothing to do with the Demon Sect, and was in a hurry, while Jiang Renyi was honestly retreating in the Dongluo Desert, seemingly seeking an opportunity to break through to the realm of a master.

The magic is still very stable.

The only thing that worries people is the old guys from the Demon Sealing Platform.

"call"

Zhao Qingmei thought about it: "Jia Shiwu really gave Zhao Chongyin a great gift. I'm afraid the Tianji Pavilion will disappear. Xiao Ruoyun is really stupid."

The pavilion master of Tianji Pavilion once said that this matter is foolproof, but he did not expect that the most critical link has been flawed. If Tianji Pavilion is convicted of murdering the prince, then it may be destroyed in Dayan Jianghu.

"The ghost swordsman seems to have taken refuge with Prince Zhao Chongyin. It seems that he didn't kill him in Yuzhou City at the beginning. It really shouldn't be. Now it has become a worry in his heart."

Zhao Qingmei took a deep breath, and then crushed the letterhead in her hand.

The first seat of the Demon Sect's Azure Dragon was seriously injured by the ghost swordsman's sword, and then almost died in his hands. This is already against the Demon Sect.

Judging from the situation, Ghost Swordsman had already taken refuge with Zhao Zhongyin, and it was impossible to recruit him.

"I can only wait for me to go out and solve these things."

Zhao Qingmei picked up the food box, sprinkled Hongyan drunk on the meal as usual, and walked towards the stone cave.

According to the calculation of the past few days, today's measurement is almost the same. Even if Nan Weiping has the strength of a top master, it is difficult to eliminate the poison of Hongyan drunk.

Soon, they came to the cave.

Zhao Qingmei said lightly: "Senior Nan, today's meal is here."

"Yes, what is delicious today, bring it up quickly."

Nan Weiping, who was still lying on the ground, suddenly became interested, and stood up quickly, with light in her eyes.

The meals of the past few days made her feel more and more happy, and it seemed that she could not do without the delicious food brought by Zhao Qingmei.

Zhao Qingmei put the food box in front of Nan Weiping and said, "Pearl Jade White Jade Soup, Baiji Pig Lung Soup, Sugar Lily Horseshoe Soup, Char Siew Deer Breast, and a pot of good wine."

"Good good."

Just listening to Nan Weiping, she felt her taste buds squirming, and couldn't wait to open the food box.

Zhao Qingmei quietly looked at Nan Weiping, who was gobbling down, without speaking.

"Why don't you write your diary and watch me eat?"

Nan Weiping held the meal in her hand and looked at Zhao Qingmei and asked without moving.

Today's Zhao Qingmei seems to be a little different from the past.

"Not in a hurry."

Zhao Qingmei's beautiful eyes were as calm as water, and she said, "I'll wait for Senior Nan to finish eating, and I want to ask a question."

Nan Weiping continued to swallow food after listening: "Ask me a question, it depends on my mood."

A rare smile appeared on the corner of Zhao Qingmei's mouth, "Then it may be up to you, Senior Nan."

"What's the meaning?"

Nan Weiping also heard the deep meaning of the words, and the movements in his hands were all a meal.

The corners of Zhao Qingmei's mouth rose slightly and she said, "Senior~www.mtlnovel.com~ Haven't you found out yet?"

Zhao Qingmei was very good-looking, and even more beautiful when she smiled, but at this moment, Nan Weiping felt a chill in her heart, and a chill rose from her back and rushed straight to Tianling Gai.

"This rosy face is drunk, colorless and tasteless."

Zhao Qingmei did not hurry and said, "You have been taking it for several days, and the poison has already invaded your internal organs at this moment."

Nan Weiping's eyes were cold and she said lightly, "I am not afraid of death."

Zhao Qingmei looked at Nan Weiping with a smile, and her red lips parted lightly: "There are definitely people in this world who are not afraid of death, but I think it is definitely not you, Senior Nan."

If Nan Weiping was really not afraid of death, she would have hanged herself long ago under the torture of this dark and dark well, so how could she have been alive to this day?

She's a very caring person

PS: Organize the outline today.

Chapter one hundred and seventy-three

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