My wife is the sect leader

As he spoke, An Jing moved the Dulu sword in his hand.

Then the light of fire and the light of the sword emerged, reflecting the incomparably coldness in the cave.

"Lone Deer Sword!?"

Nan Weiping saw that the sword was generating its own sword energy, a bright light appeared in her eyes, and she stood up immediately.

The iron chain 'clang' and 'clang' made a harsh sound.

Among the famous swords in the world, only the Dulu Sword can generate sword energy. How could Nan Weiping not know about it?

The Dulu Sword is the No.1 sword in the world, and it is also the sharpest famous sword in the world, the only sword that can cut through the Nine Heavens Black Iron.

Her heart jumped suddenly.

An Jing put the Dulu Sword horizontally in front of him, and said: "Now I can cut off the Nine Heavens Black Iron and let you out, but you have to promise me two conditions."

"Two conditions?"

Nan Weiping laughed loudly, suppressed Ji Dong, and said, "Let's listen first."

An Jing said bluntly: "First, remove the restrictions on my wife's demon seed, and second, don't make enemies with Tianwaitian and our husband and wife."

Release this old monster, even if her strength is not at its peak, she is definitely an invincible existence in today's world. If she backhandedly kills An Jing and Zhao Qingmei, it will be very difficult for them to fight back.

"I can agree to the second condition, as for the first condition."

Nan Weiping took a look at Zhao Qingmei and said, "Don't tell me you really want to wash away the imprint on the demon seed? It's not entirely because of your aptitude and roots that you can reach the peak of the three-qi master."

Zhao Qingmei looked at Nan Weiping and said nothing.

It has to be said that not only has her cultivation improved by leaps and bounds, but her strength has also increased a lot.

With this kind of demon, she can almost continuously absorb Nan Weiping's cultivation.

This method of quickly increasing strength is faster than any other method in the world.

Especially absorbing the cultivation in the body of the great master in front of him, and after she dies, all the cultivation will belong to her.

What an opportunity! ?

In an instant, Zhao Qingmei's heart surged.

But she also knows in her heart that there may still be a hidden crisis. When the inner demon is born, can she control the inner demon?

An Jing said from the side: "If you don't get rid of the demon seed, you will become demonized."

"The highest level of practice in the "Nine Nether Purgatory Demon's Tome" is becoming a demon, which is the highest level of the way of magic."

Nan Weiping looked at Zhao Qingmei with a sneer, and said, "Do you still remember what I told you? If you don't become a demon, you will never see your true self. If you are willing to become a demon, you can prove your true self."

"The fear in your heart now will turn into darkness that will swallow you up when you reach the highest level of cultivation in the future."

An Jing didn't speak, because he didn't know how to argue.

The reason why Tianwaitian is called the Devil's Sect is largely because Tianwaitian's growth in cultivation base is too rapid, resulting in a lack of mood, and many masters eventually die of madness.

And the masters who can really catch the inner demons and see the true self are the masters who really practice the way of demons.

Therefore, there are many masters among the Demon Cult, but very few masters standing on the top of the mountain.

Although Jun Qinglin is a master of the five qi, what he cultivates is not the magic skills and martial arts, but the "Wen Tian Lu" created by himself.

The Devil's Cult itself is the path of the sword.

After a long time, Zhao Qingmei looked at Nan Weiping, "If I lose my mind completely, my cultivation will be rewarded to you at that time. Not only will you be able to restore your cultivation to its full potential, but you will even have the opportunity to go further. I said right?"

Through this period of research, Zhao Qingmei has already understood some mysteries of the demon species.

Nan Weiping tampered with her demon seed, so it was impossible for her to cultivate herself to Zhao Qingmei for no reason. There must be some unknown ways in it, and she also discovered some.

The more she accepts Nan Weiping's cultivation, the faster the demon in her heart will condense. When Nan Weiping dies, she will immediately gain all her cultivation. At that time, the demon will be infinitely enlarged until she becomes a great demon

With her current state of mind and her own cultivation, she is simply unable to control Dacheng's demon.

And slowly accepting Nan Weiping's cultivation base, there is a great chance to control his own ambition, and this is undoubtedly a bet with Nan Weiping.

If he wins, he will get all of Nan Weiping's cultivation, and if he loses, all his cultivation will be fed back to Nan Weiping.

Nan Weiping didn't deny it either, and said indifferently: "It depends on whether you can get a glimpse of the real me."

An Jing narrowed his eyes, originally he wanted to rescue Nan Weiping and remove the hands and feet of the demon seed, Zhao Qingmei also thought about this at first, but after

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She is a very confident woman, and some are even a little paranoid and self-confident.

She will definitely believe that she can catch her heart ape and control her own demons.

And believing in yourself is sometimes the biggest mistake.

In this world, those who drown will always be in the water, and those who are not afraid of death will die the fastest.

"it is good."

Zhao Qingmei looked at Nan Weiping and said with a smile: "Senior really gave me a fortune."

"Hahahahaha."

Nan Weiping couldn't help laughing when she heard this, "This is just like my generation of demons, not like that kid looking forward and backward, shrinking back and forth, even if Jinshan is in front of him, he doesn't know it."

As she laughed, the iron chain was shaking.

An Jing looked into those eyes seriously and said, "Are you really going to do this?"

Zhao Qingmei took a deep breath and said calmly: "Husband, I know you are worried about me, but please trust me."

No one would be indifferent to the cultivation base of the Grand Master Realm. Over the past hundreds of years, many five Qi Grandmasters have failed to break through that shackle, and now this opportunity is in front of Zhao Qingmei, if she gives up, She felt she would regret it.

An Jing said in a deep voice: "With your aptitude and current cultivation, you have a great chance to reach Grand Master."

"Time is not waiting for me."

Zhao Qingmei said: "How much time is left for us now? After Jin goes south, if Yan Kingdom is defeated, it will be another disaster for Tianwaitian, and what I practice is "Nine Nether Purgatory Demons" If you practice to the tenth level, you will become possessed by demons, you will also breed demons in your heart, and you will become a demon of great success, it will be a matter of time."

An Jing understood in his heart, and then he sighed deeply.

Zhao Qingmei is not a little girl, she is unwilling and will not hide under his wings.

After all, she is the leader of the Demon Cult!

When Nan Weiping saw this, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

She has been with Zhao Qingmei day and night for several months, and she has a little understanding of her temperament, and she has long guessed that she will make such a decision.

Zhao Qingmei looked at An Jing and said, "Husband, please save Senior Nan, after all, I promised her back then."

An Jing looked at Nan Weiping, and found that there was no black opportunity displayed on the book on the ground, and said immediately: "I will use this Dulu sword to cut off this iron chain now, don't forget what you said."

"Just don't worry, Qingmei Xiaonizi has my demon seed imprint on her body. I'm still waiting for her to feed me back. Naturally, I won't do anything to her. As for you, I don't care at all. What good will it be if I kill you? "

Nan Weiping shook the iron chain and reminded: "With the Dulu sword in hand, it is not difficult to cut off the iron chain of the Nine Heavens Black Iron, but there is a layer of demon mark on the iron chain, you also need a and cut off."

An Jing raised his eyebrows, "The seal of the demon?"

Nan Weiping glanced at An Jing, and said: "Of course it's not a big demon, but a trace of your own demon, which can barely be regarded as a small demon, but it is your own demon after all, don't overturn your car, kid."

Although she also has three qi cultivation bases, Nan Weiping doubts An Jing's mental toughness very much.

Maybe it's because the two of them practiced the magic way together, or the two lived together for several months and she knew Zhao Qingmei's mind very well, so she believed in Zhao Qingmei more than An Jing.

"I'll try."

An Jing's expression was as indifferent as water.

Nan Weiping didn't speak any more, but sat down cross-legged, the iron chains around her were pulled apart, and under the faint firelight, there was a faint light in the middle of these iron chains, forming a strange character.

magic!

Look carefully, that is exactly a 'magic' word.

An Jing's arm trembled, and a vast starry sky emerged behind him, deep and vast, boundless and majestic.

"What kind of kendo is this!?"

The moment Nan Weiping saw his kendo, his heart was shocked.

She can feel the skill of the sword better than any master, so she is even more shocked.

Could it be that this kid has the inheritance of ancient swordsmanship! ?

Before Nan Weiping recovered his senses, the Dulu Sword turned into a world-shaking glazed brilliance and emerged, slashing towards the iron chain formed by the nine-day black iron in front of him.

This sword has the sword energy of Dulu Sword itself, as well as the sword energy urged by An Jing.

A sword fell.

The world changes color!The sun and the moon are dark!

It seemed that the entire Sealing Demon Well was trembling.

At this moment, Nan Weiping realized how terrifying the kid in front of him was.

The Three Qi Grandmaster actually has such terrifying strength! ?

This is not a swordsman, this is clearly a sword fairy.

The sword light was translucent, reflected in Nan Weiping's child hole, and then hit the iron chain heavily.

At the moment when the sword light collided with the iron chain, the whole cave seemed to be quiet.

At the same time, An Jing only felt that his brain was shaking, and his eyes were full of flowers.

When he blinked again, there was darkness in front of him.

And in the darkness came a figure, holding a sword in his hand, if you looked carefully, it was the Dulu Sword.

That person is very cold!

Colder than people is the sword!

The heart is colder than the sword!

An Jing!

This is An Jing!

boom!

Seeing the exact same face and the same sword, An Jing's heart was shocked.

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This person is the real 'An Jing', the 'An Jing' who has always lived in An Jing's 'mind', no one knows 'An Jing' better than him.

Anjing is both 'Anjing', and it can be said that it is not.

It seems that he is standing in front of you, and like you, he may eat wind and drink dew, may be displaced, may be in pain and sorrow.

Even for a moment, you realize that he might be you.

"It is impossible for a person to have no demon in his heart, he himself is the biggest demon in his heart."

An Jing couldn't help laughing at himself.

boom!

The devil is moving.

Taking a step forward with his right foot, the heart demon's right arm transformed into countless afterimages, and sword lights flooded towards Anjing. amazing.

With the Dulu sword in hand, An Jing swung it obliquely upwards, the gray sword strength like a crescent moon, tore apart the light of the sword in front, and went upstream.

For this sword, he directly used [-]% of his strength.

Because An Jing knows himself very well, he will never use all his strength when he comes up.

Swish!

The white phantom flashed, and the demon flew high into the sky.

Losing the target, the gray sword power slashed far in a straight line before dissipating.

The demon steadied himself.

At this moment, the temperature between the sky and the earth changed suddenly, as if the air was frozen inch by inch, and ice crystals flickered.

Katsa!Katsa!