My wife is the sect leader

The night was getting darker, and the temperature in the desert dropped sharply, even a little bit cold.

Jiang Renyi was lying on the bed, unable to fall asleep.

Faint moonlight fell from the window lattice, sprinkled on the head of the bed, and shone on his face.

For a master of his level, a broken right arm is basically equivalent to ten to seven or eight years of cultivation. Even if Zhao Qingmei is not here now, it is difficult for him to become the leader.

"call"

His mind turned rapidly, and he began to think about the next way.

Selfish people like Yuan Feng make it difficult for people to feel safe. It is the most stupid way in the world to completely entrust one's own wealth and life to others.

At this moment, the moonlight in front of him seemed to be covered, and the whole room became completely dark.

"Who!?"

Jiang Renyi was startled and couldn't help shouting.

For a person who can enter the house without a sound and come before him, how terrifying should this skill be?

"Master Jiang, don't panic, it's me." The visitor said with a chuckle.

Jiang Renyi looked over and saw Yuan Feng standing in front of her with his back against the moonlight. His old face gave off a sense of eerieness in the darkness, which made people feel creepy.

"It's the second elder."

Jiang Renyi breathed a sigh of relief, then frowned and said, "Second Elder is staying up so late, is there something you need to ask me?"

"Ah."

Yuan Feng nodded, and said directly: "Only just now Ouyang Ping set off for Dongluoguan, and told Ouyang Quan that once he finds a monstrous fire in Dongluoguan, immediately wake up the great elder who is retreating."

Jiang Renyi was not surprised to hear this.

Although Ouyang Ping usually has a cold face and seems a little unreasonable, he is still loyal to the Demon Cult.

Yuan Feng continued: "If the Great Elder leaves the customs, the current crisis of the Devil's Cult will be insignificant, unless the ghost swordsman can recruit a master who stands at the top of the world, but I think this is basically impossible."

Jiang Renyi said with a complicated heart: "Now it seems that the crisis of the Devil's Cult can be resolved, and my junior sister's position as the leader is as stable as Mount Tai."

A gleam of light appeared in Yuan Feng's eyes, and he continued: "So as long as Zhao Qingmei is alive, you will not be able to become the leader of the leader. Only when she is gone, will you have a chance to become the leader of the leader."

Jiang Renyi smiled wryly, "Even if my junior sister is not here, I can't become the leader of the sect."

In the Devil's Cult, everything is based on strength. Originally, his strength could not restrain the group of demons. Now that his right arm has been broken, his strength has been greatly reduced. Who would recognize him as the leader?

"No, you have an old leader behind you. This prestige is not something ordinary people can compete with. As long as Zhao Qingmei is gone, you have a great chance to become the leader."

Yuan Feng glanced at Jiang Renyi, then shook his head, "Tomorrow's opportunity is in front of you, it depends on whether you can grasp it."

With that said, Yuan Feng walked towards the door.

The moonlight slanted down again, shining on Jiang Renyi's face.

Seeing Yuan Feng's leaving back, Jiang Renyi frowned slightly, his face became cloudy, and then he thought of something and was shocked:

Could it be that Yuan Feng is crazy and wants to suddenly kill in tomorrow's chaotic battle?

This situation is not impossible, if the ghost swordsman wins, the Great Elder will definitely be awakened by Ouyang Quan, and if the Great Elder is there, then "Nine Nether Purgatory Code" will not be his turn anyway.

If the Demon Sect wins, not only will he not have the chance to obtain the "Nine Serenity Purgatory Magic Tome", but he may even be retaliated against by his junior sister.

Now, it is his only chance to get the "Nine Nether Purgatory Magic Tome".

And Yuan Feng has fallen into a kind of madness for this "Nine Nether Purgatory Magic Code", just like his father is obsessed with longevity and long-term vision.

Jiang Renyi knows how terrible it is for such a paranoid person to fall into madness.

""Nine Nether Purgatory Tome"."

Jiang Renyi thought about it carefully, and knew what Yuan Feng was planning, and couldn't help but muttered to himself, "It seems that Yuan Feng has already planned to put all his eggs in one basket, and it's hard to find peace in this magic table."

He, Jiang Renyi, just wants to be the leader, but he hasn't reached such a frenzied point.

"Leave this place first, and wait until you are promoted to the master's cultivation base. Following people like Yuan Feng will not have any good fruit."

Jiang Renyi took a deep breath, tidied up briefly, and left the magic table under the moonlight.

Yan country border.

The dense forest is dark and verdant, and the clouds above the sky are also somewhat low.

The black dragon shuttled in mid-air, An Jing folded his arms, thinking secretly in his heart, this trip to the Demon Sect is full of dangers, and it seems to be a threat to the world's trend of eliminating demons and defending Dao. several.

Not to mention other people, but Luo Chongyang, Pu Wenjingang, Su Lian and Su Yue who I brought with me, as long as I am in a losing situation, I am afraid that the four of them will abandon him.

So this trip to Dongluoguan, it is absolutely impossible for him to show any decline, or defeat.

My own sword will definitely cut off the dog's head of the leader of the Demon Cult, or capture the leader of the Demon Cult alive, and then directly take the secret place of the Demon Cult to seal the Demon Well.

An Jing glanced at the leisurely Luo Chongyang, and said via voice transmission: "Master, to be honest, how is your strength?"

Among the many masters, An Jing could feel that Luo Chongyang's strength was the highest, even stronger than Puwen King Kong who practiced the "Da Ri Tathagata Mantra".

Luo Chongyang smiled lazily: "Just don't worry, I will definitely not hold you back. Just don't lose to the leader of the Demon Cult."

When An Jing heard this, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Uncle Master, how long do you think the leader of the Demon Cult can last?"

Luo Chongyang shook his head, "You don't want to fall into the trap of the leader of the demon sect, and let the uncle catch you when the time comes, do you remember that Jin Zongzhengyuan, a master of the second qi, personally protected him, and he was still in Yujing City, so he was just like that? A sword pokes a hole, the world is changing, you have to be careful at all times, if you make a wrong move, you will lose everything."

An Jing nodded, deeply agreeing with Luo Chongyang's words.

If it wasn't because he was saving Qingmei this time, he might have found another 'Yuzhou City' to calm down and practice for a few years, and wait until he reached the top of the world before leaving the mountain.

After that, An Jing stopped transmitting sound, and his mind was relaxed to the extreme.

The black flood dragon's body is flying against the sky, and its speed can be described as extremely fast.

Along the way, many traces of fighting have been found on the road, and the corpses are lying in the forest and everywhere in the mountains.

These corpses include those of the Demon Cult and those of the Great Yan Jianghu masters.

Apparently, the masters of the Devil's Cult who hurried over from all directions had already had friction with the gathered people from the rivers and lakes.

"Huh!? Are there any masters?"

At this moment, the sound of fierce fighting came from not far away, and the sound disappeared quickly.

Not only An Jing discovered it, but Luo Chongyang and the others below also noticed the movement of true energy ahead, and each of them slowed down.

An Jing fell from the back of the black flood dragon.

Su Lian looked at the front, and said solemnly: "This level of true energy should be a grand master of one energy."

Su Yue waved her hand and said, "It's just a grand master, what's there to be afraid of?"

"Go and see."

An Jing gave Su Yue a strange look, and walked forward.

Not long after, the scene ahead appeared in front of everyone.

I saw dozens of heads placed on the ground in front of me, forming a hill, with blood flowing horizontally. Each of these heads had hideous faces, with horrific death in their eyes.

Next to the head, there was a child sitting cross-legged.

The child looked small, only about seven or eight years old, with red lips and white teeth, but his hands were covered with blood.

This scene looked a little inconsistent, but also a little scary.

"Amitabha."

Seeing this scene, Puwen King Kong muttered to himself.

Seeing An Jing and the others approaching, the boy slowly got up and said with a smile: "Your Excellency should be a world-famous ghost swordsman, I'm sorry boy Ji Le."

An Jing glanced at the child, and said via voice transmission: "Uncle Luo, who is this person?"

Luo Chongyang said indifferently: "The boy of bliss in Nanxiang, Zhao State, looks like a child, but his age is not much different from mine. When the Demon Sect went to Zhao, it took the lead in destroying the Shuramen of the boy of bliss, and Jiang Shang even beat the boy of bliss to death. Cheng was seriously injured, and then disappeared for several years, and did not show up until the Demon Sect retreated to Dongluoguan, this person and the Demon Sect have the same grievances."

When An Jing heard this, he understood, and then smiled at the boy of Ji Le, "That's polite."

"These tools are a gift I prepared for Your Excellency, the heads of the masters of the Demon Cult."

There was a cold murderous look in the eyes of the boy of Ji Le, and he said: "Right now, many members of the Demon Sect are gathering towards Dongluo Pass, and several battles have occurred along the way, but these masters of the Demon Sect are gathering all of them, and they are heading towards Dongluo Pass one after another. Backing down, it seems that he is preparing to fight your life and death with you on the East Luoguan, the boy of Ji Le has been waiting here for a long time, and he is willing to help you to level the main altar of the Demon Cult."

"it is good."

An Jing's eyes were narrowed into a slit. The person in front of him is a master who has a blood feud with the Demon Cult. This is not where the wind is blowing, it is like a grass falling on the wall. This battle will definitely be done with all your strength. go all out.

"Senior, we are also willing to help."

At this moment, two voices of drinking came.

A man in his 30s with a fair complexion appeared in front of him, but he was holding a black long knife in his hand, and the long knife was also covered with blood.

Standing next to this man was a rough burly man. The burly man was tall, but he couldn't hide his strength in his clothes. His muscular body, especially the bulging veins on his arms, looked like a horned dragon.

The cultivation bases of the two did not reach the level of masters, but they were both in the realm of first-grade earth flowers.

"I'm going to pay my respects to senior Chen Ayi."

"My lord, Zeng Fanqing, pays respects to senior."

The two came to An Jing and worshiped An Jing.

The realm of the first rank is already regarded as a master in the Jianghu, and Liu Qingshan, the leader of the five gangs, was only in the realm of the earth flower before.

An Jing asked: "You also have enmity with the Demon Cult?"

Chen Ayi said in a deep voice: "That's right, I have a vendetta against the Devil Sect Jiang Shang for killing my father. Hearing that Senior wants to wipe out the Devil Sect, I am so excited, I immediately come out of the mountain to help."

Zeng Fan also nodded, but he seemed unwilling to talk about his grievances with the Demon Cult.

An Jing took a deep breath, and a gleam appeared in his eyes: "Today, let us hunt Dongluoguan together and enter the Demon Cult."

As soon as Chen Ah heard An Jing's words, his eyes were filled with fire and impatience, and he tightly clenched the handle of the knife in his palm.

Then along the way, there were constantly masters following behind everyone, but there were no masters in the realm of masters to join.

In addition, most of the masters followed Hei Jiao, including Feng Lingyue, the patriarch of the Five Poison Sect, and Dai Danshu, the head of the Five Poison Sect, who seemed to be still watching the situation.

Along the way, there are many figures, mighty, and masters from all directions are rushing in. They have only one goal and that is Dongluoguan.

Not long after, the black flood dragon left the border of Dayan.

The wind and sand swept in, and an official road stretched to the distance, which was gradually covered by the wind and sand. The end of this official road was the Demon Sect East Luo Pass.

Entering this official road, the road seems very deserted, not to mention the people in the Demon Cult, even the people in the Dayan River and Lake are very rare, only the whistling wind and gravel from time to time.

"Roar!"

A low growl resounded, and the body of the black flood dragon hovered in midair.

An Jing stared ahead.

I saw a majestic pass in front of me. From a distance, it looked like a sleeping dragon winding on the ground. The strong and tall city wall gave people an indestructible feeling.

The entire Eastern Luoguan was unusually calm, so calm that it made people frightened.

An Jing knew that at this moment, a net had been laid inside and outside Dongluoguan, waiting for him.

He has never been a person who knows that there are tigers in the mountains and prefers to go to the mountains, but today, he has to go to the tigers.

At this time, the sun is shining brightly, and the sun is very sinister.

Su Yueyu put her hands in front of her eyes and said, "The main altar of the Devil's Cult is here."

Everyone stopped and looked at the majestic and magnificent Dongluoguan in front of them, the main altar of the thousand-year-old sect, and they all knew that the main altar of the Demon Cult must be full of dangers and murderous threats.

"senior!"

Chen Ahyi was short of breath, and looked at An Jing.

Not only him, but everyone's eyes were on the black-robed man standing on top of the black dragon.

They are all waiting.

At this moment, An Jing's face is like a flat lake, but there is a thunder in his chest.

At this moment, he waited longer than everyone else.

After about a few breaths, he pulled out the Suppressing Evil Sword at his waist, and a cold light shone between the sky and the earth, sweeping away the scorching cold and the sweeping wind and sand.

"Kill with me!"