My Wife Is The Leader Of A Demonic Cult Chapter 201

The Imperial City of Zhao Kingdom, Cloud Tower.

In Zhao State, you may not know where the Forbidden Palace is, but you must know where the Cloud Tower is.

Within the entire territory of Zhao State, the influence of Heibingtai is much greater than that of the royal family. It can be said that the royal family is only pushed forward by the big hand of Heishingtai, and the royal family is more of a nominal puppet.

And the cloud tower is the core of the Black Ice Terrace, and it is also the place where Qi Wushuang, the Lord of the Black Ice Terrace, holds meetings on weekdays.

Compared to the bustling days in the cloud tower, at this moment, it is like suddenly reaching the cold winter from the hot summer season.

quiet!

Deathly quiet!

Many of the experts in the lobby looked icy cold, and they didn't dare to let out the atmosphere.

And the old man at the top is the master of the Black Ice Terrace, Qi Xuandao, the real person in control of Zhao State.

At this moment, the old man turned his back to everyone and was silent, but the people behind him seemed to see a mountain pressing on his shoulders.

The heavy pressure seemed to crush him completely.

The news of Qi Shu's death almost quickly reached Zhao through a special set of birds.

The entire Zhao Kingdom was shocked. .

After a long time, the old man opened his mouth and said, "Qiu Jian stay, everyone else should leave."

"Yes."

Everyone around heard that they stood up and bowed to the old man above, and then got up and left.

There was only one man left in the entire conference hall.

The man was dressed in fluttering white clothes, with a few strands of silver threads in his black hair. He stood up straight and wore a long black knife around his waist.

Aoshuang Daolu Qiu Jian, the second disciple of Qi Xuandao, is also the senior brother of Qi Shu.

One of the three great swordsmen in the world, since Tang Taiyuan killed him at Bazhangtai, the top swordsman in the world has lost one person.

Lu Qiu Jian looked only in his fifties, but he was four years earlier than Lou Xiangzhen's debut.

After Qi Xuandao put his hands together, he looked at the plaque with the four characters "Unparalleled in the world" printed on his head.

Among the three disciples, Qi Shu's personality is the least like him, but he is his favorite, and now his favorite disciple is dead.

"Master."

Lu Qiu Jian said in a low voice.

Qi Xuandao said slowly: "Little Sanzi likes to take risks, and by nature likes to walk in danger. Sooner or later, there will be a disaster."

Lu Qiu Jian did not speak. When Qi Shu was about to go to Yan State, he stopped him, but Qi Shu did not listen to him in the end.

Not only this time, Qi Shu had never heard Lu Qiu Jian's words since he was a child.

Qi Xuandao asked, "Who killed the little three sons?"

According to the information, the person who killed Qi Shu was a ghost swordsman, but he had no impression of this ghost swordsman.

Luqiu Jian said solemnly: "This person is a swordsman who has emerged from Master's retreat for half a year. He has good strength. It is said that he is a descendant of the Da Luo faction. Master Sword Master Zhong Binru, and when he sat down, there was a black Jiao..."

Speaking of this, Luqiu Jian paused before continuing: "The most important thing is that his saber is the evil-suppressing sword that has never been recognized as the master for thousands of years."

"Big Zhou Yunlong!?"

When Qi Xuandao heard this, he slowly turned around with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

If someone was there at this time, Qi Xuandao's face would definitely be seen, not as old as he imagined, his face was extremely rosy and his skin could be broken at the touch of a finger, just like a baby born in Fang.

It's just a pair of eyes, cloudy and vicissitudes, as if there are many years of past hidden inside.

Lu Qiu Jian nodded, "Behind this swordsman, there was a mysterious master master who once hit the King Jinmujin with a single punch. It is suspected that he is a master of the four or five qi. I think the younger brother should have shot for this Deal with that swordsman."

A ray of light appeared in Qi Xuandao's cloudy eyes, and he sighed, "Has Tianyin finally appeared?"

Luqiu Jian said: "It should be. Hundreds of years ago, I didn't kill them all at the Black Ice Terrace, and I gave them a chance to breathe, and that's why they are now revived."

Qi Xuandao was silent for a while, before he said, "The people of Tianyin must be slaughtered, and we must not leave them any more opportunities."

Lu Qiu Jian thought about it and said, "Master, this swordsman once killed several masters of the Shinichi Sect. Should we join forces with the Shinichi Sect..."

The so-called enemy's enemy is a friend. Although the ghost swordsman has a good reputation in Dayan, he has offended Dayan's state religion, Shinichi Sect.

The true teaching is placed in the world's rivers and lakes, and it is also a behemoth.

"We want to live."

Qi Xuandao narrowed his eyes slightly, "If you want to capture this swordsman, you will have a chance unless you or your senior brother make a move, but the chance is not very big. Only if I make a move myself can I make sure that nothing goes wrong."

This swordsman is in the realm of Yiqi Grandmaster. It is not difficult for Hei Bingtai to capture it, but Tianyin behind him is not so easy to deal with.

Luqiu Jian frowned and said, "If Master goes to Dayan, I'm afraid it will cause a shock."

Qi Xuandao is the God of Dinghai, and the State of Yan and the State of Zhao are a feud. When Qi Xuandao goes to the State of Yan, he will definitely be surrounded by many masters. Once he makes a mistake, the State of Zhao will definitely be in chaos.

The Zhao royal family and two other forces have long been eyeing them, waiting for the Black Ice Terrace to make mistakes.

The situation in this world is in an extremely delicate balance, and once the balance is broken, it is easy to cause chaos.

For example, the country of Yan was originally in the world, and he had to face the siege of Houjin, Nanman, Zhao, Demon Sect, Buddhism and many other forces.

The strength of the country of Yan is the strongest, and the strength of Jin and others is also very weak, which is why the world is balanced.

Now Jin Qiangsheng, although Buddhism has moved closer to Dayan, this balance cannot be maintained by a Buddhist school. Once the balance is destroyed, there will be chaos.

So now there is the battle between the post-Jin and Yan kingdoms.

Qi Xuandao sat down slowly, and said softly, "Pressure the State of Yan to hand over the Ghost Swordsman, and let the army of the State of Zhao push forward thirty miles to put some pressure on Pingdinghou."

Luqiu Jian asked, "Pressure?"

Now that the state of Yan and Houjin are at war, the pressure is very high. If you add the state of Zhao, it will undoubtedly make things worse, but the state of Zhao and the state of Yan are a feud, and it is somewhat small for them to hand over a master like this. possible.

Unless the Dayan Temple is full of short-sighted people.

Qi Xuandao said, "If you put pressure on them, you will have the opportunity to go to the State of Yan in person as a teacher."

Lu Qiu Jian moved in his heart and said, "I understand, I will do it now."

Having said that, Lvqiu Jian hurriedly walked out of the hall.

Qi Xuandao looked at Lu Qiu Jian's disappearing back, and didn't know what to think, before he sighed for a long time.

Jiangnan Road, Yuzhou City, Datong Teahouse.

The summer is hot, and the air is a little more irritable.

As the fastest place to spread news in Gangnam, Datong Teahouse is as bustling as ever, full of friends.

At this moment, a storyteller in front was speaking vividly.

"Whoever said that gold and ancient things are difficult to be poor, most of the times, prosperity and decline are always empty."

"Speaking of the last time, where did you say it came from?"

The storyteller paused and asked the audience around him.

"As soon as I drank a cup of tea, I forgot about that ghost swordsman chasing and killing Qishu." Someone shouted from below.

"Then keep talking."

When the storyteller heard this, he suddenly realized, squeezed his throat and coughed lightly: "Last time, that ghost swordsman chased and killed Qi Shu to the gate of the northern camp of the Golden Eagle Banner, and Qi Shu relied on the Golden Eagle Banner with tens of millions of troops behind him. Immediately, I had a bottom line in my heart, and then I shouted to the ghost swordsman outside the camp, "Don't be arrogant, that swordsman, this army of tens of thousands is behind me, see how arrogant you are today?"

"Suddenly, the drums were roaring in the camp, and the screams of killing shook the sky. The so-called hundred people are magnificent, and the thousand people are like black clouds. The tens of thousands of people are connected together, as if the heaven and the earth are connected, and there are people in the middle. Not to mention that these tens of thousands are all brave and skilled soldiers of the post-Jin Dynasty. Ordinary Jianghu experts are horrified when they see this scene, and the one who dares to rush into this camp to die?"

"But what kind of person is this ghost swordsman, he is a peerless swordsman who has defeated the two sword immortals in a row. He only heard the thunder and lightning roaring in the sky, and the dark clouds came over. The ghost swordsman looked indifferent and ordinary, and shouted at Qi Shu. : Qi Ziyi, please die under the sword."

The entire Datong Teahouse was quiet, and everyone was immersed in it, only the sound of everyone breathing evenly.

"The words fell, thunder rolled in, and the ghost swordsman's body turned into a streamer and rushed into the golden eagle flag camp.

Wherever the body passed, there was blood. Countless Houjin soldiers died tragically under his sword. At this moment, Houjin found that the swordsman in front of him was amazing, and they were all scared and scared, and Qi Zhu was even more like seeing him. When he arrived at the ghost, the famous grandmaster and master shook his legs and retreated to the rear recklessly, while the ghost swordsman was a man who kept his word. It was only a blink of an eye, and the sword flew straight through Qi Zhu's chest. "

"The master master of Zhao Guozong died in the Houjin camp, completely cut off his breath, and the flag owner of the Golden Eagle Banner was so frightened that his face was pale, and none of the tens of thousands of troops dared to step forward. Fluttering away, until the departure of dozens of breaths,

The camp was dead silent. "

"Okay!"

"well said!"

As the storyteller's voice fell, the originally silent Datong Teahouse burst into thunderous applause, and the people present were even more red-faced and excited.

Rebooting patted his head and said, "When he opened the dungeon with one sword, he injured a lot of prisoners, I am personally responsible for this, and I also fought against Qingyang Wuji Liu Qingshan at Faxi Temple. When I was watching, I was watching the game, so it can be said that he was what I looked at..."

Speaking of this, a hint of pride appeared on the rebooting face.

At the same time, many people around were talking in a low voice.

"Have you heard? The ghost swordsman leveled the main altar of the demon sect. It is said that many masters have gone there."

"Kill, we must eradicate the demon sect!"

"I also heard that the ghost swordsman first killed the evil thief Qishu, and now he wants to eradicate the demon sect. It is indeed the hope of the right path."

"I believe he will be able to restore the world to a bright future."

For some reason, after the news of the ghost swordsman killing Qishu among the ten thousand armies spread, another shocking news spread in Dayan Jianghu.

It was the Ghost Swordsman who was going to Dongluoguan to pacify the head of the Demon Sect.

The entire Dayan River and Lake suddenly surging undercurrents. Some people believe it, some people doubt it. After all, the Demon Cult is the top force in the world today, and it has been rooted in the world for thousands of years.

It is somewhat impossible to want to be destroyed overnight.

Until yesterday, Feng Lingyue, the ancestor of the Five Poison Sect, called on fellow martial arts practitioners to participate in this demon-killing battle.

When the news spread, the entire Dayan River and Lake boiled up completely, which undoubtedly gave many people a reassurance.

Feng Lingyue is a real master of Erqi, a master of the older generation in Jianghu, and one of the martial arts myths in the eyes of ordinary people.

You must know that the demon sect has done dozens of crimes in Dayan Jianghu, and there are not many masters who have grudges with them. However, due to the huge power of the demon sect, they cannot achieve justice.

The spark of a single spark has become a prairie prairie.

For a time, countless masters spontaneously went to Yunlin City. Some people waited and watched, and some people wanted to participate in this battle of destroying demons.

The two most sensational events in the world today, apart from the battle between Houjin and Dayan, the second one is this, and even in the arena, the limelight even overshadowed the battle between Houjin and Dayan.

Jie Kuo glanced around, and then said, "Senior brother, the ghost swordsman wants to help justice and prepare to go to Dongluoguan to eradicate the demons."

Rebooting blinked, "This is naturally a good thing, but I don't think the demon sect is so easy to destroy, right? It wasn't long before the ghost swordsman was promoted to the grandmaster..."

He was very clear in his heart, even though he was so powerful now, many of the masters went there to watch the fun.

There are very few who really dare to take action against the Demon Cult.

Because he, Han Wenxin, is such a person.

"What nonsense did you monk say?"

At this moment, a coquettish voice sounded.

Following the voice, it was a woman in white.

The woman is quite beautiful, wearing a white shirt, holding a treasured sword in her hand, staring at rebooting and saying, "This demon slaying war will definitely destroy the demon sect, you don't have to talk nonsense."

Rebooting looked at the woman's aggressiveness, and for a moment forgot what to say.

Jie Kou saw the sword on the woman's waist, and said quickly: "The donor is right, this time it will be able to destroy the demon sect. My brother made some mistakes in his words. Jie Kou is here to apologize to the donor."

Looking at this appearance, she must be a heroine who walks the rivers and lakes, and she is also a fan of the ghost swordsman.

"That's the truth, the ghost swordsman will be able to wipe out the demon sect, that's for sure."

When the woman heard Jie Kou's words, the corners of her mouth rose slightly, and then she walked out the door.

Jie Luo reluctantly looked at the woman's back and said, "Senior brother, at a glance, the woman knew that she was a heroine in the arena."

"Humph."

Rebooting snorted lightly, "I'm in a better temper now, otherwise... hum."

"Otherwise what?" Jie Luo couldn't help asking.

Rebooting touched her smooth head and said, "I'll let her get pregnant."

"Senior brother, you are talking nonsense again."

Jieyao said with some dissatisfaction: "How nice that woman looks at people and how sweet her smile is, how can you say such vulgar words?"

Reboot sneered, "What do you know, it's sweet when you smile, but it usually tastes salty."

Lingnan Road, Baifeng Town.

There was a loud beating sound from a blacksmith shop.

A man and a woman walked in slowly.

The man looks plain, but the girl next to him is very charming and charming, which makes people look sideways frequently.

These two are Yang Chong and Jia Meixian from Sixiangmen.

This time, Yang Chong's sword was rolled up, and the sword had been used for a long time, so he came to this town not far from Sixiangmen to buy a new sword.

For some reason, Jia Meixian insisted on following along.

Yang Chong said angrily, "I'm just here to buy a sword, what are you doing with me?"

Jia Meixian whispered, "Senior brother, haven't you heard that the ghost swordsman wants to wipe out the Demon Sect?"

Yang Chong frowned slightly, and said, "I heard that this matter is spreading so much now, why haven't I heard of it?"

He didn't care much about ghost swordsmen, but in his mind he admired Lin Yiyang, the world's number one swordsman.

Jia Meixian bit his lip and said, "Brother, how about we go to Dongluoguan to see?"

"What did you say!?"

Yang Chong's eyes widened.

Jia Meixian lowered the head of the child who did something wrong and whispered, "I said I want to go to Dongluoguan to see."

"impossible!"

Yang Chong frowned into a Sichuan character, "This is absolutely impossible, not at all possible."

Not to mention that Dongluoguan is a den of demonic thieves, and now that the situation is gathering, it is said that there are countless masters planning to go to Dongluoguan.

I don't know how dangerous it is. Not to mention the third-rank masters, there are many first-rank masters. What if he took Jia Meixian and encountered danger?

Yang Chong would never do such a stupid act of dying.

"Senior brother, just go and have a look..."

"No, if you dare to go, I will report to Master immediately."

Seeing that Yang Chong was so determined, Jia Meixian could only sigh helplessly. She knew that Yang Chong would never take her with her.

Then he could only take out the wooden sword in his arms.

Every time she saw this wooden sword, she would think of Han Wenxin and the ghost swordsman who rescued her that day.

Two unforgettable things happened on the same day.

One saved him, the other was saved by him.

Yang Chong ignored Jia Meixian and said to the blacksmith who was still working on the iron: "The shopkeeper, bring me a good sword, the price is not a problem."

"okay."

The blacksmith handed over his work to his apprentice, stepped forward and said with a smile, "We have quite a few swords here..."

Suddenly, the blacksmith's eyes saw a bright light in the wooden sword's eyes, "Little girl, where did this wooden sword come from?"

When Jia Meixian heard this, she blinked and said, "My friend gave it to me, what's wrong?"

The blacksmith smiled and said, "It's pretty good. It looks very exquisite workmanship."

Yang Chong also sighed and said, "My friend is a hard worker."

Every time he thinks of that handsome and extraordinary face, his heart is full of sighs, wondering if he will have a chance to meet again in this lifetime.

The blacksmith stopped talking, and went straight to the back hall and took out two or three well-crafted swords. In the end, Yang Chong chose a good sword and paid the money before leaving.

"Master, everyone is gone, what are you looking at?"

The man at the blacksmith found out that the man and woman had been gone for a long time, and his master was still watching their backs.

"Magic"

The blacksmith muttered to himself, "Master wants to go out."

"Master, how long will it take for you to come back?"

"A few months."

Jingkaido, fishing village.

In the dilapidated thatched hut, there is a faint candle flickering in the house.

A man in his forties sewed a fishing net with his head down by the light.

"Big brother!"

At this moment, an exclamation came from outside the door.

The man raised his head, looked at the people who hurried in, and couldn't help laughing: "What's the happy event?"

The person who came in looked about thirty years old, with a thin body and a fair complexion. At a glance, he knew that he did not look like a fisherman exposed to the wind and the sun.

The man Bai Jing was ecstatic and said, "Big Brother, Feng Lingyue and a top swordsman will hunt Dongluoguan, and they are ready to eradicate the demon sect. Many experts are willing to go, and our great revenge can be avenged."

The man's face was as calm as water, and he said, "Ayi, didn't we say it? From now on, I will quit the arena and stop asking about the facts."

Seeing his eldest brother react like this, the man Baijing said in a low voice, "Brother, the revenge of killing your father is not shared by the sky, how can you not avenge it as a son of man?"

The man put down the fishing net in his hand, grabbed the man's shoulders with both hands, and said, "A peaceful life is hard to come by, why should we get involved in this right and wrong?"

"What peaceful life?"

Ah Yi broke the man's arm, with a hint of scarlet in his eyes, "I knew that Jiang Shang killed my father, and I had to avenge this **** revenge. There was no chance before, but now some people hold this banner high, I, Ah Yi. You must give this one a shot."

The man shouted in a low voice, "Ayi!"

"Don't say it, brother, if you don't go, I'll go by myself."

Ah Yi glanced at his elder brother in disappointment, then turned and walked outside the house.

Looking at the back of Hajime leaving, the man couldn't help sighing.

The night was getting darker and the lights were getting weaker and weaker, until it was completely dark and devoured the whole house.

I don't know how the news of the hunt for Dongluoguan was spread, and the Dayan Jianghu became completely turbulent. Many of the masters who had grudges with the Demon Cult went to Yunlin City, ready to watch the fire from the other side. Demons fell to the ground.

For a while, the demon sect was also in a state of turmoil, and countless demon sects returned to the main altar of the demon sect from all over the place, including the earth sect,

Renzong also has four masters from all walks of life.

There are also undercurrents in Dongluoguan, and countless caravans have even changed their routes and dare not cross the border from here.

In the Dongluo Desert, the magic well is sealed.

Zhao Qingmei sat cross-legged in the cave, and in her dantian, there was a little black light.

This dark black light kept absorbing the energy in her body, and the light became brighter and brighter until it reached a critical point.

The light gradually dissipated, and a thumb-sized black light group was suspended in the dantian.

"Whoa!"

The next moment, the black light group was like ice and snow, melting into the dantian little by little at a speed visible to the naked eye, until it disappeared.

Demon Seed!

With the birth of the Demon Seed, Zhao Qingmei also successfully reached the eighth floor. She suddenly felt that the speed of refining the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was more than doubled~www.mtlnovel.com~ finally succeeded. "

When Nan Weiping saw this, a gleam appeared in her eyes, and then she nodded in satisfaction.

After about ten breaths, Zhao Qingmei opened her moving eyes and asked, "Senior, can I get out of this magic well now?"

"Alright."

Nan Weiping sighed: "You can now pass through the door of the heart, and you can also go out."

Hearing Nan Weiping's words, a ripple appeared in Zhao Qingmei's calm heart, and she couldn't help but lose her mind when she looked up.

Nan Weiping said softly, "Go, go out and watch the sunrise for your descendants."

Zhao Qingmei said seriously: "Senior, don't worry, I won't forget my senior when I find a way."

Nan Weiping laughed and said, "It's good if you have the heart. Go, I know you can't wait."

Zhao Qingmei nodded, clenched the double swords in her hand, and slowly came to the door of her heart.

"Senior, wait for me to come back."

"Okay."

Zhao Qingmei took a deep breath, stomped her footsteps towards the ground, her body turned into a dark black light and rushed towards the top of the cave, only to see her body hidden in the stone wall this time, and disappeared instantly.

The whole cave became quiet, eerie and terrifying.

Nan Weiping looked at the stone wall for a long time.

Looking back, it was dark outside the stone cave. After looking at it for a long time, she found that there were countless lights flickering, but these were not her home.

The endless loneliness invaded again.

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