My Wife Is The Leader Of A Demonic Cult Chapter 215

Hou Jin, Xuelin.

The peaks that have been covered with snow for many years and pierced into the sky seem to be hidden.

The mountains and forests are all covered with snow and ice, showing their beauty in the towering, and even more elegant in the steep.

The snow-capped mountains are not only majestic, but also beautiful and tall, as bright as crystal jade and as brilliant as thirteen sharp swords. Against the backdrop of the blue sky, they lie on the top of the mountain like a silver vigorous jade dragon.

The scale of the Houjin map is comparable to the sum of Dayan and Zhao, and it is divided into three major sections.

The first is the plain area bordering the State of Yan, where many assimilated states of Yan lived, the people of Houjin, the regional style, and the humanities were very messy.

The second is the Houjin grassland tribe, the real rulers of the Houjin Dynasty. These tribes are the real aristocrats of the later Jin Dynasty. They occupy almost all the fertile grasslands in the Houjin Dynasty, and they are also known as the Houjin people.

The last one is the Daxue Mountain behind the grassland, which is icy and snowy all year round, lacking in materials and sparsely populated.

But this place occupies 30% of Houjin's land area, and there are still a few aliens living in the snow-capped mountains.

Houjin has always wanted to subdue these alien races, but due to the influence of bad weather and the fact that there are many talented aliens from alien races, several crusades have ended in failure.

The statement about alien races is very general. Some people say that these alien races are related to the pre-Qin Dynasty. Originally, these people were also from the ancestral land. Later, they fled to the ends of the earth to avoid the war.

There are also people who are inherently different from those in the ancestral land, because their habits and beliefs are not recorded in the history books.

There are different opinions about people of different races.

In the towering snow-capped mountains, there is an ice cave.

There are several ice statues made of solid ice standing at the entrance of the ice cave. Under the bright sunlight, the ice statues are shining and dazzling.

Dozens of people in fancy clothes gathered around, the head of whom was covered with white hair like snow, his face was abnormally old, and his body was slightly hunched.

"Someone broke in?"

The white-haired old man asked.

A middle-aged man next to him whispered: "The man was very strong, he killed Huai Chi with one palm, and then calmly entered the secret place."

This middle-aged man is the patriarch of the Snow Mountain Clan.

The white-haired old man frowned and asked, "Can you find out the origin?"

The Snow Mountain Clan Chief replied, "I just observed Huaichi's corpse. There is a black Qi surrounding it, like a demonic energy. It is most likely a member of the Dongluoguan Demon Sect."

The white-haired old man frowned even deeper, "We Snow Mountain Clan and the Demon Cult have never had grudges, why did this Demon Cult suddenly trespass into the forbidden area of ​​our Clan?"

The Patriarch of the Snow Mountain Clan asked in a deep voice, "Ancestor, what should we do now?"

"The Snow Mountain Clan once swore to Heaven and Earth that no one from the Snow Mountain Clan could enter this ice cave."

The white-haired old man said indifferently: "I want to see who this person who dares to trespass is."

With that said, the old man sat down.

The wind and snow that was whistling in the air stopped in an instant, and the experts of the surrounding Snow Mountain tribe saw a trace of respect in their eyes, and immediately retreated towards the distance.

The outside of the ice cave was icy cold, and the inside of the ice cave was even colder to the bone.

An old man dressed in purple and with a childlike face with a crane hair walked towards the depths with a fire book in hand. There was also a token hanging around his waist.

This person is Jiang Shang, the previous leader of the Demon Sect.

The flames shone brightly on his expressionless face.

The ice cave was very long, and the time spent walking two sticks of incense did not come to an end.

Most of the corpses on the ground were frozen into ice sculptures. The clothes on these corpses were very old, and the weapons in their hands were also varied.

Jiang Shang recognized that these were all Qin Dynasty costumes, because the place was too cold, so even if these people died for a thousand years, they would still not be corrupted.

After another dozens of breaths, a cold hostile energy rushed towards his face from the front, and Jiang Shang's heart suddenly trembled slightly.

"Ok!?"

Jiang Shang's eyes were like electricity, and he looked forward.

I saw a huge ice sculpture in front of me, one foot high and two feet long. Looking closely, the ice sculpture was not a living creature, but more like a cold, scarlet gas.

"Undead blood!?"

Jiang Shang's pupils suddenly opened, with a trace of heat in his eyes, and his heart was beating violently.

From this huge ice sculpture, he can feel the wonderful breath, which is the same as the blood he felt in Yuzhou City.

This shows that in this ice sculpture, there must be the undead blood he wants.

"Undead blood, I finally found the undead blood again, hahahahaha."

Jiang Shang laughed, and tears even flowed out.

In the face of immortality, what about half-immortals?

If he doesn't die, let alone a half-immortal, even a real immortal can reach him.

Soon, Jiang Shang calmed down.

Thinking of the last experience of refining undead blood, he didn't rush to take action at this moment, but looked at the ice sculpture and thought quietly.

Suddenly, he had an idea.

I saw Jiang Shang took a step forward, holding the fire book in his left hand, and patted it forward with his right hand.

boom!

The majestic True Qi disappeared like a tide, and the ice sculptures in front of them began to melt at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The ice sculpture is getting smaller and smaller, and the scarlet gas in it seems to be continuously compressed, making the ice sculpture more and more red.

The ice sculpture that was originally one zhang high and two zhang long suddenly became only the size of a water tank, and it was still melting and becoming smaller.

Moreover, the scarlet gas is also crazily compressed, and the scarlet gas turned purple, and even a black light appeared at the end.

As Jiang Shang's true qi continued to flow away, in the end the ice sculpture was only the size of an egg, and at this moment he suddenly withdrew his true qi.

"call out!"

The egg-sized ice cube was sucked into the palm of Jiang Shang's hand, and the scarlet gas in it was compressed to the extreme, showing a black-red color.

"Not dead."

Jiang Shang held the egg-sized ice cube in his hand, and his breathing became a little short.

Over the thousands of years, how many people have pursued immortality, and they have all died in the midst of this rolling time.

Eternal and immortal, this is like a mountain, blocking all the masters of the great master realm from ancient times to the present, and now he Jiang Shang is about to cross this mountain.

Jiang Shang took a deep breath, and immediately swallowed the ice cube without any hesitation.

The ice cube fell into his belly and melted in an instant, and then all the black and red gas was released from it, like a volcanic eruption, hitting Jiang Shang's heavenly spirit.

"what-!"

The next moment, a huge pain surged up, and all seven orifices began to bleed.

Jiang Shang's face also became distorted because of this huge pain.

This kind of pain is like grilling him on a flame. His skin, flesh, meridians, and every nerve are enduring this huge pain.

However, Jiang Shang's strong character was always calm, and even a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth under this great pain.

True qi poured out from his dantian and went all over his body, trying to suppress the red gas that was spewing out like a volcano.

Because Jiang Shang knew that this was just the beginning.

Dongluoguan, in a quiet courtyard.

On the fragrant and soft bed, Zhao Qingmei's long eyelashes blinked slightly, as if the dark clouds dissipated and the moon appeared.

"It's so late."

Zhao Qingmei sat up abruptly, and then found that she was wearing only one piece of underwear, her face flushed, and she quickly covered the quilt.

"woke up?"

An Jing heard the movement in the house and walked in slowly.

Zhao Qingmei rubbed her head and blamed herself: "The sky is so bright, have you eaten? I'll get up now and get something to eat."

An Jing said lightly, "Lie down."

Hearing this, Zhao Qingmei immediately looked at An Jing, and then lay down on the bed obediently.

An Jing covered Zhao Qingmei with a quilt, "There is no stove in this other courtyard, so I asked Tan Yun to go to the street to buy some food, and she will come back after a while."

It is a very strange thing to say, Zhao Qingmei, as the leader of the demon sect, her inner ambition surprised An Jing, she waved her robe and thought about stepping on the rivers and lakes.

But sometimes, she prefers to cook and do laundry, and take care of An Jing's daily trivial matters.

In her bones, she not only wanted to be a little woman snuggling up to An Jing's side, but also wanted to be a demon leader who could hold up the world.

In other words, she prefers to do everything well.

As if to swallow all the pain and tiredness.

An Jing looked at Zhao Qingmei on the bed and asked, "Do you know what happened to you?"

Zhao Qingmei thought for a while, and Liu Mei frowned slightly: "I don't know, I just feel a little drowsy, and I fell asleep without knowing why."

With her cultivation base, it is absolutely impossible for her to be lethargic, which means that there must be something wrong.

An Jing said: "It's your dantian. I think there should be a problem with the cultivation of the "Nine Serenity Purgatory Magic Tome"."

The "Unnamed Heart Sutra" is a fusion of Xuanmen, magic, and Buddhist martial arts. Among them are the complete "Jiuyou Purgatory Magic Book", "Dari Tathagata Zen Sutra"

"Dantian, is it a Demon Seed?"

Zhao Qingmei thought of something suspiciously.

An Jing asked, "Are you talking about the Demon Seed that was condensed in the Demon Sealing Well?"

Zhao Qingmei nodded and said with her head: "When you cultivate to the eighth floor of the "Jiuyou Purgatory Magic Tome", you must condense the magic seed. At that time, it took at least dozens of days to condense the magic seed with my cultivation base. Senior Nan assisted me, and it took only eight days to condense the Demon Seed."

"Senior Nan's cultivation base is a great master, and he is also cultivating this "Nine Serenity Purgatory Magic Tome". If you think about it, you should know some reasons. I will go to the well of Feng Mo and ask her about the situation."

An Jing thought for a moment and said, "You have already come out of the Demon Sealing Well, so don't go. I'll go and you can rest here."

He is also full of curiosity about the extremely mysterious Sealing Magic Well, a master who has cultivated to the realm of the great master.

Zhao Qingmei looked at An Jing and said softly, "I'm a little worried if you go alone. That magic well is quite unusual, and it's hard to reach the deepest point."

If you want to find Nan Weiping, you have to enter the deepest part of the Magic Sealing Well. There have always been so many magic experts who have entered the Sealing Magic Well, but few of them can step into the cave of the Magic Sealing Well.

An Jing smiled and said, "Leave it to me, there will be no problem."

Seeing this, Zhao Qingmei no longer insisted, and said: "Then you take the Heaven-turning Seal with you, and with the Heaven-turning Seal on your body, you can also sneak into the Demon Sealing Well without a sound."

"it is good."

Zhao Qingmei explained a few more words before An Jing left with the Evil Suppressing Sword on the wall.

Fengmotai is located in the Dongluo Desert, more than 500 kilometers away from Dongluoguan. The distance is not too close. If there is no map, it is very difficult to find this place.

A gust of wind hit the desert, the sand was flying, and the sky was dark.

The scorching sun seemed to burn the earth into nothingness.

An Jingxiu has reached the realm of a master, and the "Unnamed Heart Sutra" can continuously absorb infuriating energy. The speed of the journey is extremely fast, and it took about five hours to finally find that oasis.

In that oasis, there is a palace of Qionglou, which is elegant and magnificent, like a fairyland on earth.

This is the Holy Land of the Demon Sect, the Demon Sealing Platform.

At this time, the sky was dark, night fell, and the cold wind was like a blade, which made people feel a biting cold.

An Jing restrained all his breath, and silently fell into the Demon Sealing Stage.

Because of the aura of the Heavenly Seal, it didn't seem to cause any reaction.

Not far from the main hall, there is a huge well.

The diameter of the wellhead is two zhang large. There are four stone statues of Qinglong, White Tiger, Suzaku, and Xuanwu on the four sides of the wellhead. These four stone statues are all tied with iron chains, and the iron chains extend toward the wellhead, as if forming a A strange array.

Around the Demon Sealing Well, there is a very strong killing energy, and if you get close to it, you will feel your scalp tingling, and even your skin will seep blood.

Seal the magic well!

An Jing came to the mouth of the Demon Sealing Well and looked down.

The Demon Sealing Well was dark, and at first glance, it seemed that he could not see the end.

An Jing took a deep breath and jumped towards the Sealing Magic Well.

"call out!"

When the body entered the Demon Sealing Well, the surrounding blood suffocated, like thousands of steel needles, but these shocks were not close to An Jing's body, and they were immediately melted by the body-protecting infuriating qi.

After a few breaths, he fell to the bottom of the well.

As soon as he fell to the bottom of the well, An Jing felt a faint coercion.

In this magic well, there is a heaven and earth spirit essence that the masters of the magic sect are sitting in, but in recent years, with Jiang Shang's rebellious actions, the lack of masters of the magic sect has made the spiritual essence of heaven and earth in this secret place of the magic well very rare. Before Zhao Qingmei, Jiang Renyi and others came to Fengmo Well to take some spiritual energy from heaven and earth, and it became even rarer.

An Jing walked toward the depths of the Sealing Magic Well, and along the way, he encountered the corpses of many demon masters.

The further he walked towards the depths of the Sealing Magic Well, the greater the pressure, and even later, An Jing frowned and felt a little pressure, but then the "Unnamed Heart Sutra" began to run, and that wave The pressure was instantly relieved a lot.

"This "Unnamed Heart Sutra" is worthy of being a martial art that combines three secret methods. It can actually block the surging pressure. If the "Big Dipper Seven Stars" is obtained again, what will this complete "Nameless Heart Sutra" be like? What about?"

An Jing secretly thought in his heart, but his footsteps sped up a few steps.

Suddenly, a corpse lying on the ground in front caught his attention, before he stepped forward to observe a sound coming from the front.

"Junior, you didn't practice the magic trick, how did you get into this magic well?"

"Senior should be Senior Nan, junior An Jing."

An Jing moved in his heart and clasped his fists in front of him.

The voice came again: "An Jing, are you Zhao Qingmei's husband?"

An Jing said in a deep voice, "That's right, I came here to ask Senior Nan some questions, and by the way, try to help Senior Nan cut off the Nine Heavens Profound Iron."

"If you have a heart, then come into the cave."

An Jing nodded and continued to walk forward. With the operation of the "Unnamed Heart Sutra", he quickly saw the cave.

"Bangdang!" "Bangdang!"

With the sound of the iron chain shaking, Nan Weiping's voice came: "Please come in."

An Jing narrowed his eyes, took out the fire book and walked slowly into the cave.

At this moment, a black brilliance suddenly appeared above the book in my mind.

"Tip 3: There is a black opportunity near the host."

An Jing's heart seemed to be thundered, but his face was calm.

Looking at An Jing who walked in, Nan Weiping was secretly startled, and couldn't help but say, "You are the husband of that little girl. Not only is you good looking, but your cultivation is also amazing."

She originally thought that Zhao Qingmei had already amazed her when she arrived at the grandmaster, but the young man in front of her seemed to be young, but she also reached the realm of the grandmaster. How could she not be surprised?

Could it be that in this outside world, master masters have already left everywhere?

"Senior has been awarded."

An Jing followed the voice and saw an old woman not far in front of her. Her body was covered with dense iron chains, which bound her arms and ankles.

Nan Weiping said with emotion: "You are so old, even a thousand years ago, you were a genius. This is not an award. What is your business here?"

This couple is really more than a monster, and they all have the resources of a great master.

An Jing clasped his fists and said, "The demons in the green plum dantian are a bit weird, and there is a hint of demonic energy. In recent days, she is even more drowsy and has no energy. The junior came to ask about it."

Nan Weiping waved his hand and said with a smile: "This is normal, this demon has taken root, and now it is sprouting, when the time comes, it will spew out infinite vitality, and then you can reach the ninth floor, and even her cultivation. For the sake of the city, the tide will rise.”

An Jing frowned and said, "Normal? I think that demonic energy is a little weird, and it is completely out of the control of the body. Is this also normal?"

A glimmer of light flashed in Nan Weiping's eyes, "The magic method has always been like this. While it can make you progress by leaps and bounds, it will also bring constraints."

An Jing nodded, the magic teaching method is indeed the case, the cultivation speed is extremely fast, but it has extremely strong side effects. Nan Weiping is not wrong.

Nan Weiping chuckled lightly and said, "Actually, you don't have to worry, it won't happen after the germination is complete."

An Jing nodded slightly and sighed, "Okay."

Nan Weiping continued to comfort him: "With me here, you can rest assured."

An Jing took a deep breath and said, "Then the junior will fulfill the madam's promise to see if the sword in my hand can cut off this nine-day black iron and save the senior out."

"Canglang—!"

As the Evil Suppressing Sword was pulled out, the stone cave was filled with ice.

"Good sword!"

Seeing this, Nan Weiping couldn't help but admire.

An Jing's zhenqi was like a vast river and lake, instilled on the Zhenxie Sword, and then slashed towards the front.

The sword light whistled, as fast as lightning, with endless imposing aura, as if to split the entire cave.

Seeing this sword light strike, Nan Weiping felt a chill in her heart, and she stretched out her hands to block her chest.

"Clang!"

Jianguang slashed **** the chain, and suddenly a deafening sound of gold and iron clashing erupted, as if to shatter the eardrums.

"Tap Tap"

Nan Weiping stepped backwards, her face became very ugly, and said coldly: "Boy, are you going to cut off the chain, or are you going to cut off the old man?"

Where does this sword seem to be slashing at the chain, it is clearly slashing at her head, if she hadn't reacted fast enough, even a half-immortal body would be hard to block that sword.

An Jing said with an expressionless face: "Old man, you can fool my wife, but you can't fool me, the "Jiuyou Purgatory Magic Tome" can only be cultivated by the leader of the devil sect, even if you are the wife of the leader of the devil sect, I'm afraid it is I don't have the qualifications to practice."

"Also, how did you get detained here? You must have committed an unusual crime."

From the moment he was prompted by the ground book, he had been on guard against Nan Weiping in front of him. The strike just now was a test. Obviously, Nan Weiping had already prepared for it.

Nan Weiping raised his brows, "Junior, this is the secret of the old man, how can I tell you so easily?"

An Jing narrowed his eyes and said coldly, "Old thing, stop pretending, what the **** is that devil?"

Hearing An Jing's words, it was as if Nan Weiping's last fig leaf had been torn off.

"Okay, what a smart kid."

Nan Weiping's facial muscles twitched, and all his facial features became distorted, terrifying, and he laughed wildly.

"Hahahahahaha!"

An Jing looked at Nan Weiping who was in madness in front of him, and felt a little chill in his heart, and he held the Zhenxie Sword in his hand even tighter.

Nan Weiping's blood-red eyes stared at An Jing, the voice in his throat was sharp and piercing, and he roared hoarsely: "Do you know how many years I have been here? More than three hundred years! But three hundred years! Do you know what the concept of three hundred years is?"

"I've been trapped here for more than 300 years, do you know how I've lived for more than 300 years? Every year, every month, every year, I look at the stone cave without light, this fleshly body of mine. I have completely surrendered to this darkness, and my heart is also immersed in the darkness.”

The old woman in front of her and Cai Cai were calm, and the solemn Nan Weiping seemed to be two people.

In addition to the ice cold, the blood-red eyes are mad and twisted, making people horrified and shudder when they look at them.

This time is the most terrible medicine in the world, and it is also the best poison.

Three hundred years can make a great saint, and it can also create a terrifying monster.

Three hundred years of silent torture had long ago distorted the human nature in her body and reduced her to an extremely terrifying, human-devouring monster.

It turned out that everything was just her disguise.

Chapter end