My wife is the sect leader

King Xu smiled and said, "Why are you so polite between us?"

Looking at King Xu in front of him, for some reason, An Jing felt a little strange, and immediately asked, "Have you recovered your memory?"

King Xu nodded and said, "It's recovered."

An Jing asked again: "Did you recover when I saw you last time?"

When King Xu heard this, his eyelids twitched and he said, "Yes."

An Jing took a deep look at King Xu. He didn't care about what happened to King Xu before, not even who he was. He just wanted to know the purpose of King Xu, "Are you also for the spirit of the earth?"

King Xu was silent for a long time before he said, "That's right, I promised you to come this time mainly because I want to cooperate with you."

"Cooperation?"

An Jing was a little puzzled.

King Xu said seriously: "Jing An, I hope you can help me get the spirit of the earth veins. From the first time we met, I knew that there was an inexplicable and unclear fate between the two of us." , I think with the strength of you and me, joining forces is the best choice."

An Jing murmured to himself, "The two of us join forces?"

"Together, this world is ours."

King Xu stretched out his hand, as if he was embracing the world. Looking at the pale side face and the glinting pupils, An Jing saw a trace of madness.

An Jing sighed, "Who really owns this world? Why does everyone want it?"

King Xu turned around, stretched out his palm, and said, "The world can belong to anyone, but why not ours?"

At this moment, King Xu has a bit of arrogance, as if the world is already in the palm of his hand.

An Jing looked at him, and quietly said nothing.

Seeing that An Jing didn't speak, King Xu said, "Jing An, don't you want to cooperate with me?"

An Jing said: "I'm not interested in the world."

King Xu asked, "Aren't you interested in the spirit of the earth veins?"

An Jing said: "I have to be interested."

A person in his status and identity has long been involuntary in many things. Without strong strength, he can only become a pawn of others.

Today's An Jing can only be pushed forward by the general trend of the world, and only after he has enough strength himself can he completely shake off this shackle.

You can have strength or not, but you can't live without it.

Zhao Qingmei also frowned secretly, if the great master in front of her is also for the spirit of the earth veins, then there is an invisible conflict of interests.

After all, there is only one spirit of the earth veins, and whoever can get it can get the secret to break through the shackles of the great master.

"I understand, I don't want to force you, and I don't want to force myself."

King Xu chuckled and said, "I have repaid the original kindness by coming today."

King Xu looked at An Jing who was silent, took out a piece of silver and said.

This piece of silver was given to him by An Jing back then, and he never used it, but kept it with him all the time.

An Jing looked at the money, and said slowly: "You have already paid back this kindness, so you can accept this money."

Sometimes, people are very strange, the original feelings have been integrated into the original feelings, the two people at that time did not have any interests, and the relationship between each other was simple and pure.

King Xu withdrew the silver and said, "If that's the case, then cherish it."

An Jing took a deep breath and said, "The mountains are high and the road is far away. See you in the rivers and lakes."

After finishing speaking, An Jing and Zhao Qingmei, who had remained silent all along, walked towards the master of the Demon Cult in the distance.

The setting sun was like blood, and the cold wind was like a knife. King Xu silently watched An Jing's leaving back, as if he had already guessed that An Jing would reject him.

After a long time, King Xu said calmly: "Come out."

Following King Xu's words, the Lord of the Nanman and Cong Yue walked out.

The Lord of the Nanman looked at King Xu and said slowly: "This... Senior."

Even though he is the master of the southern barbarians, he does not dare to be arrogant when facing the masters of the land gods at this moment, so he can only honestly call himself a junior.

King Xu glanced at the Lord of the Southern Man, and said, "Are you from the Ganwu tribe?"

"Yes."

A gleam of light appeared in the eyes of the Lord of the Southern Barbarians, and he said, "If I'm not wrong, the senior should also be the ancestor of my Ganwu tribe, right?"

King Xu nodded slightly, "You have sharp eyesight."

After the Lord of the Nanman was confirmed, a gleam of ecstasy appeared in his eyes. The person in front of him was actually the ancestor of the Ganwu tribe. This was simply a surprise that fell from the sky.

If Nanban had a master of land gods sitting in command at this time, at least it would not become a soft persimmon for others to knead.

On the side, Cong Yue's heart was surging, and he looked at King Xu in disbelief. The man in front of him was the ancestor of the Nanman Ganwu tribe, but the Nanman has not had a great master for 500 years. Could it be said that this ancestor has lived for more than 500 years? Years?

But the lifespan of the Grand Master is no more than 400 years at most, how can someone exceed 500 years?

And he has an extremely strong corpse aura, could it be that

Thinking of something from Yue, a gust of cold air rushed from the soles of the feet to the Tianling Gai.

The lord of the Nanman took a deep breath, clasped his fists and said, "This junior dares to ask you a question."

King Xu glanced at the Lord of the Southern Barbarians, as if he knew what he wanted to ask, and said flatly: "If you shouldn't ask, you'd better not ask."

Those eyes swept over, and the Nanman Lord suddenly felt a chill in his heart, and said: "Your junior knows."

This is the rule of the rivers and lakes, the big fish eat the small fish, and the small fish eat shrimps. In the eyes of ordinary people, the Lord of the Nanman, who is like a Kunpeng, is just a little bigger fish in front of King Xu at this moment.

King Xu said: "Let's go, I happen to have something to ask you two."

After speaking, King Xu walked towards the distance.

"it is good."

The Lord of the Southern Barbarians and Cong Yue quickly followed after hearing this.

Outside the royal court, under a snow mountain.

An Jing, Zhao Qingmei, a master of the Demon Cult, was standing not far away, looking at the royal court that had fallen into dead silence at the moment.

Qiu Lun excitedly pointed at the Houjin King's Court in the distance, and said excitedly, "Brother, the King's Court is right in front of you. As long as you enter the King's Court, the Houjin Dynasty will be destroyed."

As long as he enters with his troops, he can destroy the post-Jin Dynasty, and his name will last forever, and his name will be left in history. Even Qiu Lun is very excited at this moment.

"I will entrust you with this eternally famous matter."

An Jing thought for a moment and said: "Since Zongzheng Huachun is dead, the grievances between me and Houjin have been settled, and there is no need to attack the royal court."

"Big brother."

Qiu Lun was slightly taken aback when he heard An Jing's words. He didn't expect that An Jing would let go of the huge credit in front of him. You must know that killing the Queen Jin, breaking the royal court, and expanding the territory are great credits. up.

But then Qiu Lun seemed to understand something. Could it be that An Jing is afraid of the master of such a great contribution?

Especially An Jing's current strength is still behind Dayan's No. [-] sect, the Devil's Cult, how could the Emperor of Dayan not be worried?

Qiu Lun looked at An Jing seriously, and said: "Brother, the [-] Pingyang Guards under my command are all elites, and if we win the Queen's Court this time, if we appease them well, we can recruit hundreds of thousands of the Queen's army, and"

All the masters of the Devil's Cult seemed to have heard the implication, and they all looked at An Jing, with different expressions, intentional, frowning, joyful, and excited.

Zhao Qingmei's status as an orphan of the former prince, with a big move, can naturally be regarded as a famous teacher, and the name is justified. Coupled with An Jing's current influence, it can't be said that it can really set off a storm.

An Jing waved his hand, interrupted Qiu Lun, and said, "I know what you want to say, so there is no need to say more."

"Ok."

Qiu Lun then drooped his head and stopped talking.

Zhao Qingmei glanced at Qiu Lun, and then narrowed her eyes. She knew that Qiu Lun's official career would be very difficult, and Qiu Lun actually said such words in such a large audience, even though they were all masters of the Demon Cult, but The paper cannot contain the fire this day.

It is very likely that this matter will reach the ears of the Emperor Yong'an today. How can Qiu Lun end well?

Some generals are good at fighting, brave and resourceful, but most of them do not end well in the end. This is because these generals are too low in political sensitivity.

Obviously, Qiu Lun is such a person.

Zhao Qingmei looked at the masters of the Devil's Cult, "Third Master, the two of you stay here in the first seat, and the rest of you should return to the sub-altar first, in case of accidents."

"Yes!"

After hearing Zhao Qingmei's order, all the masters of the Devil's Cult turned around and left.

Now that Zongzheng Huachun is gone, this is just the beginning for many masters of the Demon Cult.

Li Fuzhou and Yi Daoyun led Renzong and the masters of the White Tiger to protect Qiu Lun, and then Qiu Lun led tens of thousands of Pingyang guards to kill towards the royal court.

Until everyone left, Zhao Qingmei looked at An Jing and asked, "Husband, are you okay?"

An Jing took a deep breath, and said solemnly: "There shouldn't be any serious problems. The "Nameless Heart Sutra" I practiced should recover soon."

In the end, Zongzheng Huachun cooperated with Muchen Bead and a ray of thought from the spirit of the earth veins, and that blow was very powerful, causing him to suffer the most serious internal injury so far, but for the sake of the overall situation, he forcibly suppressed the injury at that time .

Even in front of King Xu, he behaved extremely calm and normal, without showing any flaws.

Zhao Qingmei supported An Jing's arm, and said in a low voice: "You have obtained a ray of heaven and earth spirit from Zongzheng Huachun. If you absorb it, you might be able to get better soon."

Although Zongzheng Huachun is dead now, we know from Wushu's words that the spirit of the earth veins has been completely infiltrated by the evil spirit, and the rumors of this matter are spreading, and everyone in the world knows that a bigger storm is brewing among.

At that time, not only the great masters will appear, but other masters in the world will also become spoilers.

An Jing nodded slightly, "Let's go."

Zhao Qingmei quickly called out Heijiao and Honghu, and then helped An Jing to sit on Honghu's back and headed towards Youshan.

Yujing City, lock Longjing.

Dark clouds billowed in the sky, arrogance swept across the world, thunder and lightning shook, and sparks shot out.

The war is not over, or rather has not begun.

All the people in Yujing City raised their heads and looked at the scene above the sky with astonishment in their eyes.

Yong'an Renhuang has a solemn expression, and the Dayan Tianzi sword in his hand is full of literary spirit, the literary spirit is magnificent and broad, and you can tell that it is an upright way.

Zhao Tianyi's body on the side became more and more illusory, as if it was about to become transparent.

Sacrifice the sword with your body!

Zhao Tianyi shattered his literary palace, and all his literary energy became a ray of upright righteousness, which was all instilled on the Dayan Emperor Sword.

Seeing this scene, Wang Yangsheng frowned and said coldly, "You Confucian scholar, you don't want to live anymore, but you still want this old man to die?"

As he said that, Wang Yangsheng entered the state of induction between heaven and man, and with the help of the power of the rolling heaven and earth, the true essence in his body also came in mighty force, and his claws seemed to turn into a giant dragon claw, protruding forward.

"Roar!"

Then a heaven-shattering dragon chant resounded in all directions, stirring up everywhere.

Wang Yangsheng was surrounded by golden light, as if he had transformed into a huge golden dragon, very domineering and mighty.

This is one of Wang Yangsheng's trump cards, to stimulate the potential of the acupoints in his body, to become a Jackie Chan in a short period of time, and to possess the strength of a real dragon in a short period of time.

At the beginning, the three great masters of the Great Qin Dynasty and several other masters, together with hundreds of thousands of troops, finally killed the real dragon, which shows how powerful the real dragon is.

However, there will be powerful sequelae after using this Dragon Transformation Art, but at this moment, Wang Yangsheng felt a sense of danger in his heart, so he naturally disregarded other things and used this Dragon Transformation Art.

The strong wind swept across, thunder and lightning crisscrossed, and the sound of a dragon's chant resounded, shaking the sky.

"Dragon!? It's a dragon!"

"Look, there are dragons in the sky!"

"My God! I didn't expect to see a real dragon one day."

When the people of Yujing City saw this scene, they all lost their voices in shock, and their hearts were shocked.

Originally, there was lightning and thunder in the sky, and everyone felt amazed. Unexpectedly, a real dragon suddenly appeared. How could people not be startled?

Yong'an Renhuang looked at the real dragon transformed by Wang Yang in front of him, and his expression became more and more cold.

"Today, even if a real dragon descends into the world, I will kill you!"

call out!

Yong'an Renhuang stepped on the void, his clothes fluttered, like a sharp arrow off the string, breaking through the air resistance, his hair flew back, his clothes swept up, and he quickly approached Wang Yangsheng.

"That depends on your strength."

The real dragon was shocked, and the sound of whistling resounded through the sky, and then the dragon's claws moved forward.