My Wife Is The Leader Of A Demonic Cult

On the seventh day of September, the sky is clear.

Yi, marriage, housewarming, ground breaking.

Avoid, open a business, set up a bed, and consecrate.

The warm sunshine shuttles through the breath of the micro-gap, soothing, long, and the fragrance of red sandalwood pervades the late autumn, filling everything in the world with emptiness.

On Wangjing Mountain, a ferocious black scorpion is hovering in the forest.

An Jing stroked the black Jiao's scales lightly, and could feel the icy cold light from it.

Seeing this scene, he couldn't help but think of the past when he, Hei Jiao and Lou Xiangzhen roamed the rivers and lakes together.

Time flies, and almost two years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Zhao Qingmei came over with the sword box on her back and two jars of wine. She looked at An Jing calmly and did not speak.

The masters of the magic sect have long gone to Bashan, and they are either on the road at the moment, or they have already rushed to the surrounding area in advance to prepare.

"Give!"

Zhao Qingmei handed the wine jar to An Jing.

An Jing took the wine jar, then glanced at the sword box behind Zhao Qingmei, and couldn't help laughing.

Zhao Qingmei glared at An Jing, "What are you laughing at?"

An Jing reached out and squeezed Zhao Qingmei's tender cheeks, "I just think it's cute."

"Humph!"

Zhao Qingmei snorted softly, "Can you change the word, I'm tired of hearing it."

An Jing picked up the wine jar and took a sip, "Then I won't talk about it."

"you dare!"

The wine jar held by Zhao Qingmei paused, and then looked at An Jing, "I'm tired of hearing it, you have to say it too."

"You're tired of listening?"

"I'm tired of listening."

"Then I'll change the word."

"What word?"

"I think it's funny."

"It's still cute."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

When An Jing heard this, he couldn't help laughing.

Zhao Qingmei hammered An Jing with her left hand, "What are you laughing at?"

An Jing smiled and said, "I laugh, why is my wife so cute."

"Humph."

Zhao Qingmei turned her head and looked to the side, but there was a slight smile on the corner of her mouth.

An Jing raised the wine jar and said, "Madam, come and drink."

Zhao Qingmei looked at the nearby wine jar and said, "Why?"

An Jing said: "Clink the glasses, this is the sense of ceremony, why don't you want to clink glasses with me?"

"bump!"

Zhao Qingmei raised the wine jar and bumped it lightly.

Both of them took a gulp of water. Zhao Qingmei is a son of the rivers and lakes. This spicy drink is completely irrelevant to her.

"After drinking, throw the wine jar out like this."

After Zhao Qingmei finished drinking, she threw the wine jar directly into the gravel in the distance, only to hear a snap, a crisp sound, and the wine jar was also torn apart and turned into pieces.

An Jing asked inexplicably, "Why?"

"Fool, this means peace every year."

Zhao Qingmei blinked her big eyes and urged, "Fall down."

"All right."

An Jing also threw the gravel in the distance, and the wine jar shattered in response.

Zhao Qingmei nodded with satisfaction and said, "Okay, let's go."

At this time, a huge bird fell from the sky, and the fallen leaves in the mountains and forests were spinning rapidly. This is Honghu.

Zhao Qingmei's body was vertical and fell on Honghu's back.

An Jing also sat on Hei Jiao's back and said with a smile, "Madam, let's see which of us is faster."

"childish."

Zhao Qingmei rolled her eyes at An Jing, and then the True Qi circulated in Honghu's orifice, and saw that Honghu turned into a red light and flew towards the north.

"It turned out to be cheating!"

Seeing this, An Jing hurriedly urged Hei Jiao, who was sitting down, to say, "Quick, let's go."

Hei Jiao yawned lazily, and then rose from the sky in a leisurely manner.

Above the sky, the two are in tandem.

Under the warm sunshine, there is that lonely and elegant shadow that was once unfathomable.

Imperial City, back garden.

Although it is autumn at this time, there are still many evergreen trees in the back garden.

Emperor Yong'an lay lazily on the beauty's couch, looking at the fat carp in the pond in the distance.

She was dressed in a white gauze, which gave people a clear and transparent feeling. She had a light purple gauze on her shoulders. A gust of wind blew past her, revealing her long white and smooth legs. The body shape is fully reflected.

After a while, the white-browed **** walked over slowly, "Your Majesty, the ghost swordsman has set off."

"I know."

The Emperor Yong'an said indifferently: "Now that the ghost swordsman has left, and Hahaha has also left, there is no chance that Xiao Xiao will come into the lock dragon well. You have to pay more attention to the situation of the lock dragon well."

Although both Fawu and Tianyi Bodhisattva are guarding the Longjing, especially Fawu absorbed all the relics of Buddhism and became the master of the five qi, and Tianyi Bodhisattva is the famous master of the four qi in Buddhism for a long time, plus the royal family, etc. Many masters, but still inevitable.

Although Fawu reached the Five Qi Grandmaster, he was promoted entirely by the relics. He should be the weakest among the Five Qi Grandmasters. Qi Master has been around for a long time, but Fa Wu doesn't seem to have arrived for a long time.

"Old slave knows."

The white-browed **** nodded, then stood aside with his eyes slightly closed.

The Emperor Yong'an waved his hand and said, "Ming Gong go back to rest."

The white-browed **** in front of him is even older than Jun Qinglin. He has served three emperors since he became an eunuch, and he is considered a very long-lived person.

The white-browed **** opened his eyes and whispered, "Old slave is fine."

Emperor Yong'an said lightly: "I now order you to go back and rest."

Bai Mei Tai listened to the news, his heart warmed, and said: "Old slave obeys."

Saying that, the white-browed **** bent slightly and slowly retreated to the rear.

His movements are still so meticulous, very rigorous and serious.

The Emperor Yongan saw the white-browed **** leave, and then turned to look at the distant sky, looking at the soft white cloud, as if it had changed into the shape of the person in her mind, she couldn't help but lose her mind.

It seems that there is a kind of poison. After being hit, you don't know it, but with the passage of time, the poison will become deeper and deeper, and the heart will become more and more painful.

With the approaching of the ninth day of September, the situation in the whole world is changing, and countless masters are heading towards Bashan, wanting to see the two of the world's top masters duel.

He has disappeared from the field of vision since he became a great master. His prestige is naturally the only great master in the world, and he is also the great master of Buddhism.

In addition to this dragon, the two hottest masters at the moment are Feizong Zhenghua Chun and Ghost Swordsman.

Zongzheng Huachun, as the post-Gold Saint Lord, was previously rumored to be the top five-qi master in the world, and the demon master Jun Qinglin died indirectly in his hands, and later he obtained the spirit of the earth veins in Yujing City. The addition of thoughts to his body has also brought him great benefits. Since then, he has been in a state of retreat, eager to break through the shackles with the help of the thoughts of the spirit of the earth.

As for the ghost swordsman, there is no need to say more. The invincible sword immortal in the world has never been defeated so far. He has defeated countless masters, and even killed several five-qi masters. He even has the first and third in his hands. Sword Dulu Sword and Zhenxie Sword.

The confrontation between the two top masters is very attractive, not to mention that the current confrontation between the two is also related to Dayan, Houjin's national fortune, and the future direction of the world.

At this moment, on the distant peak of Bashan, someone has built a tea shed and a viewing platform.

Those who dare to build a tea shed here are not ordinary people who build the viewing platform. The terrible force behind it is Wu Bai, the owner of Tianwai Island.

The last time he got the invitation from Houjin and Zhao Guo, although he was very shocked, he still felt a little uneasy, so he just sent two masters to join the jade hunting capital.

But this time is different, this is a decisive battle related to the situation in the world, and Tianwaidao is naturally not immune.

Not only Tianwaidao, but also the masters of Yan Kingdom and Zhao State, including Bibo Island, Baiwumen, and the Seven Snakes Association, all of them were present.

It can be said that the masters of the top-ranking forces in the world have appeared now.

Not only that, but there are also some unfamiliar faces, and these people have extraordinary auras, and there are many masters, all of them old kings who are hidden in the pond.

Around Bashan, fish and dragons are mixed, and experts from all over the world gather together, it can be said that there is a lot of excitement and discussions.

The island owner of Bibo Island said: "It's really interesting, so many masters have gathered."

The sect master of Baiwumen said lightly: "After all, these two are the top experts in the world."

The island owner of Bibo Island said faintly: "This ghost swordsman's name has long been known to his ears, but he has never witnessed his demeanor."

Bibo Island belongs to the top forces in the rivers and lakes in Zhao State, but he and Heibingtai are very incompatible, and they are often suppressed and sanctioned by Heibingtai, and there are also many hostile masters from Heibingtai in Bibo Island.

Therefore, Bibo Island highly respects ghost swordsmen who kill Qishu.

The head of Baiwumen said: "Today must be a great battle."

The island owner of Bibo Island also nodded, and when these top experts faced off, the outcome was in the slightest.

On a mountaintop in the distance, two Taoists in Taoist robes appeared, it was Xiao Qianqiu and Luo Chongyang.

Luo Chongyang asked, "You have played against him, and you know his strength. What do you think he has a chance of winning?"

Xiao Qianqiu thought for a while and said: "The chance of success is not clear to the nephew, but I think if he does his best, there should be no one for the five-qi master to be his opponent."

A glimmer of light appeared in Luo Chongyang's eyes, and he said, "So, unless Zongzheng Huachun arrives at the Grand Master?"

He is very clear about Xiao Qianqiu's strength. Since he said so, An Jing is an invincible existence under the same realm, unless Zongzheng Huachun reaches the realm of the great master.

However, it is rumored that Zongzheng Huachun has completely refined the spirit of the earth veins, but he has not reached the realm of a great master, so An Jing has a great chance of winning today.

"It's not my nephew who has the final say, nor is it God's decision."

Xiao Qianqiu looked at Bashan in the distance, "It's the two who decide to fight."

Luo Chongyang nodded slightly, and then stopped talking.

At this time, in the mountains around Bashan, there are hidden masters from all over the world, and they are all quietly waiting for the arrival of Zongzheng Huachun and Ghost Swordsman.

"Look at it!"

"Houjin's iron cavalry, that is Houjin's iron cavalry!"

"Good-looking Luan Yu!"

At this moment, there was a roar of thunder in the distance, and the earth trembled, and everyone quickly followed the sound and looked over.

Rows of black iron cavalry attacked, everyone was wearing black armor, reflecting the cold light in the sun, wearing a long knife specially made by Houjin around the waist, and the crab bow of the grassland on their backs, their faces There is no expression on his face, which makes people look stern.

These are the elites of the elites of the post-Golden Age. Many experts in the arena can't help but feel a chill in their hearts when they see this iron cavalry full of chills.

Even the top experts in the rivers and lakes, if surrounded by such a ferocious army, would not have the slightest way to survive.

The black iron cavalry rushed in from a distance, and a luanyu could be clearly seen in the wolf smoke. It was pulled by eight white horses, each of which was very strong and strong.

The groom who pulled the horse in front of Luangyu was the master of the two masters, both of whom were the Dharma Kings of Daxueshan.

Seeing this scene, many experts in the rivers and lakes retreated into the distance.

Thousands of miles of mountains and rivers are supreme, and Yulin's iron cavalry is like Yuntun.

Being able to let the elite iron cavalry of Houjin open the way, and the Dharma King of Daxueshan to drive, the identity of the person in the luanyu is ready to be revealed.

Everyone looked at Naluan Yu.

One of the Dharma Kings faced the curtain and said respectfully, "Holy Lord, here we are."

"I see."

A mighty voice came from behind the curtain.

When the curtain was lifted, Zong Zhenghuachun walked out slowly, his expression indifferent and calm, like a bottomless cold pool.

Xiao Qianqiu looked at the Holy Master and said, "Unfathomable."

Luo Chongyang's face changed slightly, and his brows tightened. The deeper the heaven and man sensed, the deeper the perception of the crisis. From this post-Golden Holy Master, he felt an unprecedented crisis.

In the distance, the Lord of the Southern Barbarians looked at Zongzheng Huachun who came out and said, "Is this the power of the Earth Vein Spirit?"

He is also a master of the Five Qi, but he feels that there is a world of difference between him and Zongzheng Huachun.

The ordinary Jianghu masters present were all amazed at the majesty of Zongzheng Huachun's appearance, but the top masters saw the difference, and all of them looked dignified.

They knew better than anyone that Zongzheng Huachun exuded a terrifying aura.

Zongzheng Huachun's body was vertical and fell directly on Bashan, with a pair of palms behind his back, and his yellow dragon robes rattled with the gust of wind.

"When will the ghost swordsman arrive?"

"There shouldn't be any changes, right?"

"How is it possible? Unless you dare not come."

"Will the ghost swordsman dare not come?"

Seeing the appearance of Zongzheng Huachun, all the experts in the arena were talking about it, and their hearts became extremely hot, and they were looking forward to this decisive battle.

"That is!?"

Suddenly ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ dust billowed in the distance, and then appeared in front of everyone was a flag fluttering in the wind, with a huge 'Qiu' written on it.

Hundreds of thousands of cavalrymen rushed over in a mighty manner, and the leader was a pot-bellied general in black armor with a body like a bucket.

This person is Qiulun.

Since Pingyang Guard Qiu Heng was imprisoned in the dungeon in Yujing City, now Pingyang Guard is in charge of his son Qiu Lun, and everyone knows that this person and the ghost swordsman are inseparable. Beiyuan confronts the Houjin army.

Even when the Ghost Swordsman returned to the Jade Capital City, the army of Pingyang Guard did not retreat at all, and Bingfeng still pointed directly at the Queen's Court.

It is no exaggeration to say that Pingyang Guard is the army of ghost swordsmen.

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