My wife is the sect leader

Jiang Shang smiled and said: "I didn't expect such words to come from a doctor like you."

"Master Jiang!?"

An Jing's heart was shocked, and he suddenly thought of something.

This Mr. Jiang is indeed his black chance, but why did he kill himself! ?

At this moment, the streets are sparsely populated, and most of the people in Yuzhou City went to the Mu family to congratulate them.

From time to time, someone looked at An Jing strangely, wondering why he was talking to himself, as if he didn't notice Jiang Shang at all.

An Jing frowned, the person in front of him was a top grandmaster.

"The thousand-year-old black boa was at the bottom of the Qinghe pier, and it was almost impossible for me to escape from him. That is to say, today is my ten-death situation, which is the murderous opportunity that Jiang Sanjia spent five years calculating. .”

Thinking of this, An Jing only felt a coldness emerge from the soles of his feet, and then the coldness rushed straight to Tianling Gai.

"The old man really likes to chat with you about the family."

Jiang Shang didn't answer An Jing's words, but turned around and looked at the bustling and bustling Yuzhou City, "Do you know why I want to stay in this Yuzhou City?"

An Jing was thinking about how to get out, and said perfunctorily: "I don't know."

Compared with Jiang Shang's leisurely mood, he was extremely nervous.

"Finding the mystery of longevity."

Jiang Shang said quietly: "I have been hiding in Dayan for decades, and after searching for several years, I finally found some clues. There is a kind of blood in this world called immortal blood."

An Jing raised his brows, and asked doubtfully, "Immortal blood?"

longevity! ?

Immortal blood! ?

Regarding the mystery of longevity, he couldn't help but think of what Puhui Bodhisattva once said. He said that the mystery of longevity was hidden at the bottom of the seal.

An Jing's pupils shrank slightly, and he remembered that when he fought Li Fuzhou on Sanmiao Mountain that day, it seemed that a mysterious master had appeared.

It seems that this person is Lord Jiang.

"Yes, it is the undead blood, which contains the mystery of immortality."

Jiang Shang's tone rose slightly, and the hope in his eyes was even more undisguised, "Throughout the ages, how many princes, generals, masters, masters, and great figures overlooking the world have all been defeated by the years. Which one of them has no monstrous power and top-notch strength? , but in the end it all turned into a handful of dirt.”

An Jing's heart skipped a beat, the secret of immortality can be gained by immortal blood, is this true or false?

Of course, he has also studied the secret of longevity, but An Jing has never heard of this immortal blood, let alone the truly illusory longevity.

This Master Jiang is definitely not an ordinary master. He actually hid in Yuzhou City in search of longevity.

Thinking of this, An Jing's heart sank into an abyss.

Such a person, why kill him?

Jiang Shang seemed to want to talk to someone very much, and said, "What's the point of wanting power, fame, and beauty?"

As the leader of the Demon Cult, Jiang Shang, although he has power, fame and fortune in his hands for decades, he has never thought of staying away from fame, fortune and power from the beginning to the end.

On the contrary, Jiang Shang is more eager and fanatical for fame and fortune in his heart.

However, he is clear that if a person dies, all the monstrous power, fame and fortune will be turned into clouds of smoke. If he wants to hold all the power, fame and fortune in his hands, the only way to live forever is to live forever.

An Jing said: "There are shooting stars and stars above this vast sky. Many people like the stars, but I like shooting stars. Although the shooting stars are short-lived, the brilliance of that moment is dazzling and unforgettable."

"Hahaha."

Hearing this, Jiang Shang couldn't help laughing, "Then why not be an eternal shooting star?"

Jiang Shang looked relaxed, as if he was chatting with a friend he hadn't seen for many years.

An Jing frowned, and he could feel the madness and ambition in Master Jiang's bones through just a few words.

"Doctor An, do you know the master of this world?"

Jiang Shang's smile narrowed slightly.

"know."

An Jing glanced at Jiang Ye, nodded, and thought to himself: Aren't you the only one?

"The avenues have the same origin, and the different routes lead to the same goal."

Jiang Shang's eyes gradually became indifferent, "In my eyes, you are like all other living beings. You are just an ant in the palm of your hand. You can destroy it with your hand. The same is true for your way. I can destroy it with a wave of my hand. It's not worth mentioning."

"That's the difference between you and me."

An Jing frowned, already feeling the murderous intent in Jiang Shang's heart.

Just now he was chatting and joking with him, but the next moment he was going to kill him.

"Why do you have to kill me?"

"No reason, I just want to kill someone today."

Jiang Shang sneered, and said, "Doesn't Dr. An like this shooting star? If that's the case, then I will let you be this shooting star, although your brilliance hasn't fully shined yet..."

With that said, Jiang Shang stepped forward.

Boom!

With just one step, An Jing felt a shock in his mind, as if a violent explosion had occurred.

That kind of tremendous pressure fell from the sky, almost swallowing him up.

despair!

terrible!

The boundless darkness instantly filled his heart.

When he faced Puhui Bodhisattva back then, Puhui Bodhisattva was seriously injured and had to suppress Lin Yiyang's sword energy, so he couldn't show much of his strength at all.

An Jing, on the other hand, relied on the soul of the thousand-year-old black anaconda to perform the secret technique of transforming into a ghost, and his strength skyrocketed, only then did he have the power to fight the Puhui Bodhisattva.

But the Jiang Ye in front of him was much more mysterious and powerful than the Puhui Bodhisattva, and it looked like he didn't hold back his hand once he made a move.

The terrifying grandmaster's coercion and aura unexpectedly gathered at one point, and they all rushed towards An Jing.

"Boom!" "Boom!"

The next moment, An Jing only felt the wind pouring into his ears, as if a wind and thunder fell in front of his eyes, and when he looked up, a huge black palm print fell on the sky.

It seemed that it was not the palm falling, but the blue sky falling.

The black palm print fell down like an ancient mountain, with a panic and unstoppable power, and he stood below, like a small boat that was precarious in the wind and rain.

"What a terrible strength."

An Jing looked at the palm print, and he knew that even if he tried his best, it would be impossible to stop the palm print.

The millennium black anaconda is too far away from here, and I can't control it to come here. Even if I expose my strength, there is almost no possibility of escape.

On the contrary, it will cause Jiang Ye to be frustrated, and it will even trigger a greater black opportunity.

"No, you must not expose your strength."

With a sudden change of mind, he knew that even if he exposed his strength, he would surely die.

boom!boom!

The palm print that covered the sky and the sun finally fell, as if it made a deafening sound, which shattered An Jing's eardrums.

Then An Jing's entire body was annihilated.

All is returned to peace, all is returned to nothingness.

In the market, Jiang Shang's withered palm was gently placed on An Jing's sky cap, and An Jing's pupils opened, and then he lost all his divine light.

"Doctor An."

His eyes were extremely cold, "This is your way and my way."

After finishing speaking, Jiang Shang slowly withdrew his palm, then turned and walked towards the distance.

"thump!"

An Jing's body seemed to have lost its support and fell heavily to the ground.

"Brother." Seeing this, a passing scholar squatted down and shouted, "What's wrong with you? Wake up! Wake up!"

But An Jing fell to the ground, motionless.

"This...isn't this Dr. An from Jishitang?"

"He's a good doctor."

"What's wrong with him? Is he overworked?"

.......

Passers-by saw this and quickly surrounded him, some of them recognized An Jing.

Hearing this, the scholar said, "It turns out that this man is a Fu doctor from Yuzhou City."

An Jing is a well-known doctor in Yuzhou City, especially at the end of last year, he saved a person in Baima Town, and became a well-known miracle doctor in Yuzhou City.

"Look quickly, what's wrong with Dr. An?" Someone quickly asked, "Why do I feel like I'm out of breath..."

"This can't be dead?" The person next to him asked in astonishment.

Hearing this, the scholar put his fingers in An Jing's breath, and then his face changed drastically.

"What's wrong?" The people around asked quickly.

"No... not breathing."

The scholar's face was pale, and his voice was a little trembling: "Really...really...dead."

coax!

Hearing this, the entire market immediately caused an uproar, and everyone was shocked.

This genius doctor of Yuzhou City suddenly died suddenly while walking on the street! ?

"Hurry up, go to Jishitang to contact Dr. An's family!"

Someone responded.

.........

East Rota.

Zhao Qingmei was dressed in plain white clothes, and her exquisite and beautiful facial features seemed to be painted. At this moment, she was sitting at the table, watching the information and secret letters sent by the Demon Cult from all over the world.

It is the cloud vortex, the jade shuttle, the light shirt is thin and thin, and the double snails are lightly frowning.

About half an hour later, Zhao Qingmei put down the pen in her hand, and then slowly stood up.

Lianbu moved inch by inch and came to the window.

Through that window, you can see the most prosperous market in Dongluoguan.

At this time, the street market was full of traffic, people coming and going, noisy and lively.

For some reason, her heart skipped a beat.

"Um!?"

This is not a whim, but a kind of blood pull, but soon this feeling disappeared.

"Is it a magic seal?"

Zhao Qingmei took out the paper figurine in her arms and twisted it lightly, but this time the paper figurine didn't respond at all.

"At this time, it should be the busiest time for Ji Shitang."

Zhao Qingmei chuckled, raised her head and looked at the distant sky, feeling a little lost.

"Dong dong!"

"Master!"

At this moment, Yu Qiurong's voice sounded outside the door.

"come in."

Zhao Qingmei said lightly.