My wife is the sect leader

The man clamped his fingers, and then directly clamped Zhao Qingmei's kite knife.

"Here, you are no match for me at all."

The man said lightly.

This time the man used his original voice, an old and turbid female voice with a bit of hoarseness.

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Chapter 164 Gathering Experts Above Deep Lake

"Who the hell are you!?"

Zhao Qingmei stared at the strange man, and thought quickly in her heart.

"The two people who came in before asked me again, and you are the third."

The weird old woman glanced at Zhao Qingmei and said indifferently.

"Aren't you a member of my demon sect?"

Zhao Qingmei was a little puzzled when she heard this tone of voice.

At this time, she realized that there were thick iron chains beside the old woman. The iron chains were extremely black, and she couldn't find them if she didn't look carefully.

In addition, there are two white painted corpses beside them, which is shocking.

"I?"

There were two blood-colored eyes in the old woman's messy hair, and she seemed to be smiling: "You can see me as a member of the Devil's Cult, but I'm more curious, what is your identity in the Devil's Cult?"

Zhao Qingmei looked at the old woman, feeling more and more strange.

In the deepest part of the Sealing Demon Well, where there is no food, how did she survive, and it seems that she has survived for a long time from her tone, and her cultivation is also unfathomable.

Who is she! ?

Thinking of this, Zhao Qingmei couldn't help but shook the twin knives in her hands, and said calmly: "I am Zhao Qingmei, the No. 30 fourth leader of the Devil's Cult."

The old woman was stunned when she heard this, "Oh? Are you the leader of the Demon Cult?"

Obviously, she did not expect such a young woman to be the leader of the contemporary Demon Cult, but seeing that her cultivation has reached the level of a grand master, it seems that it is not too much to become the leader of the Demon Cult.

Zhao Qingmei nodded slightly, "That's right."

"It's been 34 generations. In this way, more than 1000 years have passed. Since you want to know the identity of the old man, it's okay for the old man to tell you."

The old woman's eyes were blood red and deep, and she said in a hoarse voice: "I am Nan Weiping, the wife of the seventh generation leader of the Demon Sect."

Zhao Qingmei raised her brows and said in a broken voice, "What!?"

The seventh generation leader! ?

It's been more than 1000 years, how could anyone survive until now! ?

You must know that the great master only increased his lifespan by 300 years, that is, the 1000-year-old limit is approaching, and the old woman in front of him turned out to be an old monster who has lived for more than [-] years.

"Don't you find something strange here?"

Nan Weiping's tone was flat, without any emotion.

Zhao Qingmei sensed the surrounding environment. When she first came in, she did feel a little strange. It seemed that there was a huge pressure coming, and the true energy in her body began to freeze. She couldn't help asking: "What is this place?"

Nan Weiping laughed, "This is the biggest secret of Fengmojing. There is no aura of heaven and earth in this cave, only extremely heavy pressure, but it can slow down the flow of time."

Zhao Qingmei was startled when she heard this, "Slow down the flow of time?"

Unexpectedly, there are such magical places in this world, it is simply unimaginable.

Nan Weiping said: "That's right, 300 years outside, here is 100 years, and this place is called Wanxiang Realm by the Demon Cult, and it has always been the retreat place of the Demon Cult leader before."

Zhao Qingmei frowned. There is no record of the Ten Thousand Phases Realm in the ancient books of the Demon Cult. Could it be that it was destroyed?

According to the calculation of the passage of time, this old woman should have lived for almost 400 years. Could it be that she is a great master! ?

and many more!

Zhao Qingmei suddenly grasped a key piece of information, and quickly asked: "You said this place is the retreat place of the leader of the Demon Cult, so you can definitely go out?"

"go out?"

Nan Weiping looked at Zhao Qingmei, "It's okay to go out, why did I tell you?"

Zhao Qingmei glanced at the iron chain on Nan Weiping's body, and said with a smile: "Senior, I think you must also want to go out, why don't we cooperate?"

"Hahahahaha!"

Nan Weiping laughed out loud when she heard this, "The two people who came in told me that, do you know what the iron chain on my body is? Maybe you can break through the Nine Heavens Black Iron, can you find a way?"

"Aren't you very curious, how did I survive? The cultivation of the great master is a bit exaggerated, but he is already considered a half-immortal body. As long as he is nourished by the spirit of heaven and earth, he can not eat whole grains. You If there is no heaven and earth spirit here, where did I get the heaven and earth spirit?"

Zhao Qingmei frowned slightly, and looked at the two corpses beside her.

When the masters of the Grandmaster Realm die, their bodies will generate heaven and earth spiritual energy. Apparently, Nan Weiping killed several Demon Cult masters who came in, and then absorbed their heaven and earth spiritual energy to barely survive.

"Senior, I have plenty of food."

Zhao Qingmei narrowed her eyes slightly, "As long as senior tells me how to get out of here, I will send people to deliver food continuously in the future, and find a way to rescue senior."

Nan Weiping looked at Zhao Qingmei with a pair of blood-red eyes, and said coldly: "I don't believe you, and I don't want to be restrained by the people of the Demon Cult. Wouldn't it be good to kill you and absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth in your body?" ?”

Zhao Qingmei said indifferently: "The true qi in your body will lose even a little bit, and since no one has entered this place for so many years, the true qi in your body has been exhausted, and even your cultivation is regressing?"

From Nan Weiping's attack and words just now, Zhao Qingmei vaguely felt something strange.

This Nan Weiping may really be a grand master, but she has been imprisoned here for thousands of years, and there is no aura of heaven and earth here. She survived only by absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth in the bodies of the two people in front of her.

Since then, it has been countless years since the Demon Sect has no masters who have entered this magic well again. In addition, Nan Weiping's deadline is approaching, and his cultivation level will definitely not be able to maintain the state of a great master.

Besides, Nan Weiping had said so much to her, if he really wanted to do something to her, he should have done so long ago.

"You little girl, you are not very old, but you are a ghost."

Nan Weiping took a deep look at Zhao Qingmei, and then said in a deep voice, "Give me the food in your hand first."

Just as Zhao Qingmei thought, she herself was exhausted, let alone survived, and her cultivation base was rapidly regressing.

In the past few hundred years, only three masters of the Demon Sect have entered the deepest part of this magic well. Among them, the eighth-generation Demon Sect leader fought fiercely with her and escaped from the cave. In the end, he was seriously injured and died far away from the cave. He failed to absorb the spiritual essence of heaven and earth in the main body of the eighth generation teacher.

At the beginning, Zhao Qingmei obtained the Fantian Seal and the Nine Serenities Purgatory Magic Tome from the eighth generation demon sect leader, as well as the heaven and earth spirit essence of the eighth generation demon sect leader.

The other two were led into the cave by Nan Weiping and beheaded, and turned into heaven and earth spirits to maintain her life.

But in the past 300 years, no one has come into the depths of the Sealing Demon Well.

The spirit of heaven and earth in Nan Weiping's body was exhausted, and her cultivation base was rapidly regressing. In addition, her time limit was approaching, and for a variety of reasons, seeing Zhao Qingmei at this moment was like a life-saving straw.

If she couldn't escape from this place, her lifespan might be exhausted.

"it is good."

Zhao Qingmei threw the dry food in her arms to Nan Weiping.

Nan Weiping grabbed the dry food in her hand and frantically stuffed it into her mouth, like a starving refugee.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Qingmei threw the water bag away again.

Nan Weiping gulped several mouthfuls, feeling her neck was a little dry, so she quickly picked up the water bag and drank it down.

For some reason, she suddenly froze slightly.

Back in the day, when bells were ringing and dining was full of luxury and luxury, never would I have imagined that it would be like what it is today. Being imprisoned in a dungeon and eating dry food seems to be the happiest thing in the world.

"Hahahahaha."

Thinking of this, Nan Weiping couldn't help laughing.

Zhao Qingmei was watching, silent.

Who and why Nan Weiping was imprisoned seems to be a secret.

In any case, the person in front of him must be extremely careful.

"Is there any more?"

Nan Weiping wolfed down two pieces of dry food and looked at Zhao Qingmei.

Zhao Qingmei said lightly: "No, if you want to eat, I will send some pastries and roast chicken tonight."

For her, there is no difference in food for hunger, so she prefers to eat this simple and easy-to-store dry food.

"it is good."

When Nan Weiping heard this, a gleam appeared in his eyes.

Zhao Qingmei asked: "Senior, can you tell me how to get out now?"

"Want to know this method just for some food?"

Nan Weiping shook his head, "If you can cut off the Nine Heavens Black Iron on my body, I will tell you."

"Could it be that the seniors are trying to make things difficult for others?"

Zhao Qingmei said with a blank face.

Not to mention that she has no way to cut off the Nine Heavens Black Iron, even if there is a way, she will not do such a thing and release such an old monster.

She lacks the spiritual energy of heaven and earth in her body now, and her cultivation base has regressed, but as long as she leaves this cave, her strength may be restored, and who knows how much trouble it will cause?

"Who knows that after I tell you, will you slip away and leave me alone then?"

Nan Weiping glanced at Zhao Qingmei with blood-red eyes, "Take your time to find a way, I've been waiting for so long, and I don't care about such a short time."

"It's a big deal, you just stay here with the old man and give the old man his retirement."

Nan Weiping's tone was a bit cold, anyway, she was determined to pay attention, as long as Zhao Qingmei didn't cut off her Nine Heavens Black Iron, she would definitely not tell Zhao Qingmei how to get out.

It is impossible for Zhao Qingmei to watch her die.

Zhao Qingmei frowned, she didn't want to spend her whole life with this old guy in this ghost place.

"Then senior, just wait for my news."

After Zhao Qingmei finished speaking, she took the wooden figure and walked out of the cave. She wanted Yu Qiurong to collect some ancient books about Jiutian Xuantie, and by the way, asked the Poison King (Chapter 51) to refine some colorless and odorless poison to add to the food. .

"Don't forget, roast chicken and pastries, you can't miss one of these two."

Nan Weiping shouted to Zhao Qingmei's back: "Don't be so careful."

.........

The night is lonely, outside the magic well.

Ever since Zhao Qingmei fell into Fengmojing, she has been waiting outside Fengmojing. Later, she got the news that Zhao Qingmei was still alive. Ome method.

Today, she stood at the mouth of the Sealing Demon Well as usual.

Looking at the deep, dark and boundless mouth of the well, his face was full of bitterness.

There are also very few records in the ancient books of the Demon Cult about the Sealing Demon Well, only a few sporadic ones.

"Master, don't worry, I will definitely find a way."

Yu Qiurong clenched her fists tightly, and then said firmly to herself.

"Whoa!"

At this moment, a figure rushed out from the Demon Sealing Well.

It is the wooden man.

A white note was still clutched in the wooden man's hand.

"Master's message?"

Yu Qiurong sucked the palm of her hand, and the wooden man quickly scanned the message on the white note, "Roasted chicken, cakes, and the poison king? Why do you want the peerless poison pill from the poison king?"

Although Yu Qiurong was a little puzzled, she still hurried towards Dongluoguan.

........

Two days later, Yujing City, Yonghe Palace.

Glazed mandarin duck tiles, vermilion lacquer and bright red doors, Stanley stands upright, carved beams and painted buildings.

The handsome Zhao Mengtai was sitting on the first table, looking at the album in front of him.