My wife is the sect leader

The night is like water, and the waning moon hangs high.

The night in the desert is extremely cold, like a knife on the body.

After An Jing came out of the Sealing Demon Well, he came towards Dongluoguan, and it was already night when he returned to Dongluoguan.

"Crack—!"

He opened the door and walked in. Under the dim light, Zhao Qingmei was sitting at the table, holding a book in her hand.

When she saw An Jing walking in, she quickly put down the book in her hand, and subconsciously used the "Poetry Collection" next to her to hide one or two.

An Jing glanced at the book strangely, and then said: "Madam, I'm back."

Zhao Qingmei stood up, blocked the table and said, "How is the situation?"

An Jing was silent for a while, and said, "Nan Weiping did some tricks."

When Zhao Qingmei heard this, a cold light appeared in Yingmei's eyebrows, "Is it her?"

When An Jing went to Fengmojing, she also guessed that it might be Nan Weiping's trick.

An Jing supported Zhao Qingmei's fragrant shoulders, and said, "Sit down first, and I'll take a look at the demon seeds in your body first."

Zhao Qingmei nodded and sat down slowly.

An Jing stretched out his palm and gently stroked her abdomen, and the true energy poured into the dantian along the palm of his hand.

"Brother, it's so itchy"

Zhao Qingmei blushed slightly, with a glimmer of water in her eyes, she said coquettishly.

"Don't think about it."

An Jing touched Zhao Qingmei's forehead, and said seriously: "Do you know that the matter is serious?"

Zhao Qingmei looked at An Jing who was engrossed in it, somehow she didn't feel so anxious and panicked in her heart, instead she felt very at ease.

True Qi poured into Zhao Qingmei's body, and then went towards her dantian. The next moment, the demon in the dantian was like a vicious tiger, directly devouring An Jing's true qi.

"This monster is a bit powerful."

An Jing raised his brows. The "Anonymous Heart Sutra" he cultivated is a mental method that combines the three teachings, and the zhenqi derived from it is also powerful and domineering, but it is absorbed by the demon before it gets close.

If you want to explore the origin of the demon seeds, it seems that it is far from enough in your current state.

Zhao Qingmei looked at An Jing and frowned, and couldn't help asking: "Then what did Nan Weiping say?"

An Jing didn't hide it, but said directly: "The demon seed you condensed is marked by her. If she dies, she will become a demon. If you want to solve it, there are only two ways. One Nan Weiping wipes it personally. Except for this mark."

Regarding Nan Weiping's playing tricks, Zhao Qingmei guessed a thing or two, "She is worried about me and wants me to rescue her, so what about the second one?"

An Jing took a deep breath and said, "The second is that you shatter the demon seed, but your meridians will also be damaged."

Zhao Qingmei's heart sank, and she said in a low voice: "If the demon seed is shattered, wouldn't it mean that all cultivation is gone?"

She has been cultivated as a profound master, and has reached the peak of a grand master. Given time, she will surely reach the realm of a grand master. Now that everything has dissipated into nothingness, how can she accept it?

Now the Demon Cult regards her as the leader of the Demon Cult. If she lost her cultivation, would the situation still be like this?

An Jing touched Zhao Qingmei's cheek and said, "Don't worry, there will always be a way."

Now the realm of the "Anonymous Heart Sutra" is only at the fifth level, and when the "Anonymous Heart Sutra" reaches the seventh and eighth levels, it may be possible to absorb the imprint on the monster.

"That's right, Nan Weiping doesn't have a few years to live, so don't be in a hurry."

Hearing An Jing's words, Zhao Qingmei felt relieved, and said with a smile: "There are still a lot of matters to be dealt with in the Devil's Cult, you will go with me in a few days, and you can also get acquainted with the masters in the sect, if you are here, I can also feel more at ease."

An Jing heard this and was silent for a while.

Zhao Qingmei noticed that An Jing didn't speak, so she couldn't help but follow his gaze, "Why don't you speak?"

I saw him staring at the book on the table with three big characters "Diary Book" engraved on the book, which was what Zhao Qingmei covered up just now.

"This is what you wrote."

As An Jing said, he reached out and was about to pick up the book.

He was also very curious about this secretive "Diary Book".

"do not want!"

With sharp eyes and quick hands, Zhao Qingmei grabbed the "Diary Book" and stepped back a few steps. Then her little face turned red, as if it was about to bleed.

Her diary is full of words from the heart, and the words are full of unsightly words. If An Jing saw it, wouldn't she think she was 'not serious'?

"Ma'am, so what if you show your husband?"

An Jing's body flicked, and he came to Zhao Qingmei's side in an instant.

"No."

Zhao Qingmei quickly dodged, and even used the master's secret technique to shrink the ground into an inch.

"Where do you want to run from?"

An Jing's figure flashed, and he quickly chased after him.

The room is not big, and soon Zhao Qingmei was grabbed by An Jing's arm, and then embraced her in her arms, but she tightly hugged the "Diary Book" in her arms.

"let me see."

"No, even if beaten to death."

"Am I your good brother?"

"Not any more."

Zhao Qingmei's face turned red, no matter what An Jing said, she would not hand over the "Diary Book" in her hand.

A smirk appeared on the corner of An Jing's mouth, "Then don't blame me for being rude."

As he spoke, his palms began to climb upwards.

"Um."

Zhao Qingmei only felt that her whole body was hot and dry, and her chest heaved slightly, but she still held "Diary Book" tightly.

"Since you can't read "Diary Book", you should try another one."

Feeling the warmth in his arms, An Jing directly hugged Zhao Qingmei to the bed.

"That's not for you to see. You see."

Zhao Qingmei's face glowed with spring, and she felt weak all over her body.

"Crash!"

The "Diary Book" fell to the ground, making the sound of turning pages one after another.

Three days later, East Luoguan, Fengyun Hall.

After the collapse of the East Luo Pagoda, Fengyun Hall became a place for the masters of the Demon Cult to discuss important matters.

At this time, the demon sect masters gathered in the hall, Tianzong suzerain Duanmu Xinghua, Yu Qiurong, Lin Tianhai, the head of the Qinglong seat, Yi Daoyun, the head of the White Tiger seat, Mu Xiaoyun, the head of the Suzaku seat, and others were all present.

But at this time, everyone present was frowning.

Duanmu Xinghua asked in a low voice: "Mu Shouzuo, is what you said the truth?"

Mu Xiaoyun nodded, and said solemnly: "Yes, the caravans in Dongluoguan are now prohibited from going to Houjin."

Just yesterday, all caravans entering and exiting from Dongluoguan were prohibited from going to Houjin.

One must know why Dongluoguan can develop so fast, it is because of the caravans coming and going, and now the Dongluoguan caravan is prohibited from entering Houjin, which undoubtedly broke the two legs of the Demon Cult.

This is undoubtedly a huge blow to the Demon Cult.

Mu Xiaoyun pondered for a while, then continued: "And I heard that someone in Houjin is contacting the alien race north of the desert."

Lin Tianhai's face became a little ugly, "Does Hou Jin want to draw a salary from the bottom of the pot?"

The alien race north of the desert is the most important thing for the Demon Cult.

"Later gold."

A cold light appeared in Duanmu Xinghua's eyes.

The Devil's Cult has an army of [-], and there are countless believers in the cult. If the source of income is cut off and no one else is involved, the Devil's Cult itself will collapse.

Hou Jin's move was clearly aimed at fighting against the Devil's Cult.

At this moment, a figure came from outside the lobby.

The man was dressed in blue clothes, his eyes were like water, beautiful and picturesque, like misty rain in autumn mountains, and Lingbo on two lakes, so beautiful that people dare not look at each other.

"Master!"

Seeing that person, many masters present knelt down on one knee.

The person who came was Zhao Qingmei, the leader of the Demon Cult.

Zhao Qingmei waved her hand and said: "You don't need to be too polite, everyone is here today, and I happen to have something important to tell you."

When everyone heard about it, they all looked at Zhao Qingmei with a trace of curiosity in their hearts.

What is the big thing that the leader said?

Zhao Qingmei clapped her hands, and then a young man came out from behind her.

"Uncle!?"

Tan Yun was stunned when he saw the person who appeared.

The young man who appeared was none other than An Jing.

Shuiyue also had a look of astonishment, her eyes were full of disbelief, "Huh!? That little doctor?"

Others don't know the little doctor, but he knows it clearly, isn't he dead?

But Yu Qiurong frowned when she saw An Jing, and her eyes were a bit unfriendly.

The rest of the people present were the curious An Jing, who didn't notice any aura fluctuations in his body. If they were seven or eighty years old, everyone might guess that he was a top expert, but it was somewhat impossible for him to be so young.

Who is he?

Zhao Qingmei chuckled and said, "This is my husband."

An Jing cupped his fists at the crowd and said with a smile, "That's polite."

He recognized a few people here, such as Mu Xiaoyun, Shuiyue, Lin Tianhai and others, but they obviously didn't recognize him.

The entire Fengyun Hall was silent, and the Demon Cult masters present looked at each other, as if their ears had misheard.

Chapter 217 The Ice Poison Hidden in the Body

Everyone looked at the young man, and then fell silent.

If it is an ordinary person, marrying an ordinary ordinary person, they will not say anything, and they will not care about it.

But Zhao Qingmei is different.

What kind of person is Zhao Qingmei, she is a peerless arrogance with monstrous aptitude, the supreme leader of the Demon Cult.

She can't help but shoulder the lives and hopes of everyone in the Demon Cult.

Duanmu Xinghua broke the deadlock, and asked, "Master, is this... is this person joining our Demon Sect?"

Zhao Qingmei narrowed her eyes, and cast a cold glance at Duanmu Xinghua, "Duanmu Xinghua, I hope I won't say that again in the future."

When Duanmu Xinghua heard this, he immediately closed his mouth and stopped talking.

She knew that only Zhao Qingmei would call her by her name when she was really angry.

An Jing looked normal, as if he didn't hear Duanmu Xinghua's words.

Seeing this scene, the other people present frowned even deeper. They obviously didn't expect Zhao Qingmei to get really angry because of this man in front of her.

"He is my husband, his words are what I say, I hope you treat him as you treat me, you should all know."

Zhao Qingmei took a glance and said, "I, Zhao Qingmei, am a very protective person."

An Jing: "."

Suddenly he wanted to stand up and tell everyone that he didn't need his wife to protect him.

But last night, the two had already negotiated, and the identity of the ghost swordsman will not be announced to the public for the time being, even the masters in the teaching do not need to tell, after all, good steel is used on the blade.