My wife is the sect leader

Saying that, Zong Zhengyue tightly grasped Wanyanlin's hand, and gently stroked it.

Her movements were so gentle, like the water in her eyes, almost melting Wanyan Lin.

Wan Yanlin didn't understand why Zongzheng Yueming knew that he was a spy, and didn't expose him, let alone kill him, but pretended to know nothing.

At this moment, the sound of fighting outside became louder and louder, and it seemed that they had reached the palace.

"They're here!"

The soft light in Zong Zhengyue's eyes gradually disappeared, and then she pulled out the long knife at her waist.

Wan Yanlin grabbed the blade of the long knife, "Princess! Don't!"

The sharp edge cut through the skin on his hand, and blood flowed out immediately, but at this moment, he could no longer feel the pain.

Zong Zhengyue looked at Wan Yanlin and said, "I won't survive, you should know best."

Looking at those firm eyes, Wanyan Lin was startled, and subconsciously let go of his palms.

Zong Zhengyue smiled, and then put the knife in his neck, "Live well!"

As soon as the words fell, Zong Zhengyue wiped it, and as the knife light passed, a spray of blood splashed on Wanyanlin's face, it was so scalding and scorching hot.

At this moment Wanyan Lin seemed to be dumbfounded, he stood there blankly, his eyes were empty and lifeless.

At this moment, several figures rushed into the palace, the leaders were Qiu Lun, Li Fuzhou and Yi Daoyun.

The three of them were shocked when they saw Zong Zhengyue lying on the ground.

Qiu Lun took a closer look, and then said happily, "Zong Zhengyue?"

Zongzhengyue is not only the royal family of Houjin, but Zongzhengyue is also the emperor of Houjin.

Li Fuzhou looked at the demented Wanyanlin, and said, "You are Wanyanlin?"

Wan Yanyue has already surrendered, and it is confirmed that it is Dayan's secret agent in Houjin, and Wanyan Lin is also the secret agent next to Zong Zhengyue, that is, Dayan's person.

Both of them were the biggest contributors to the Houjin mutiny.

Wan Yanlin didn't answer Li Fuzhou's words, but picked up the knife on the ground and put it on his neck, "Princess, I'm here to accompany you."

"What are you doing!?"

Seeing this, Qiu Lun subconsciously stepped back a few steps.

Li Fuzhou wanted to stop him but it was too late. Wan Yanlin swiped his machete, blood spurted out, and then he fell heavily to the ground.

Following Zong Zhengyue's death, Wan Yanlin did not choose to live alone, but followed her.

The three of them looked at the two corpses and remained silent for a long time, none of them thought that Wan Yanlin would die for Zong Zhengyue.

Seeing this, Yi Daoyun couldn't help sighing: "It's a pity, this Wanyanlin is an infatuated person."

Qiu Lun put away his weapon and said, "Let's have a dignified burial together."

Chapter 392

Beihuang Road, on a hill.

The clouds and mist entangle several ancient wooden houses, fresh and natural, as picturesque as poetry.

Honghu hovered on the top of the mountain, like a log, lying motionless on the top of the mountain, while the black dragon was alive and kicking, sometimes flying to the distance, sometimes running to Honghu's side, a pair of lantern-sized eyes curious He looked at the big bird in front of him.

Although they are also puppets refined by the living puppet technique, there is a world of difference between Heijiao and Honghu. When he was in Longyinxi, Heijiao gave birth to his own mind, while Honghu is still just a puppet and needs to be controlled by people.

The black flood dragon seemed to be playing very happily, and with a quick growl, it went away to the distance.

On the mountainside, in a dense forest.

An Jing was sitting cross-legged, and in his hand was the muchen bead he got from Zongzheng Huachun. At this time, there was a ray of pale golden light circulating on the muchen bead, from which one could see the light The golden light is covered with black brilliance, it seems that these black brilliance have already gained the upper hand and will explode at any time.

Zhao Qingmei looked at the Muchen Bead in An Jing's hand, and said, "This should be a ray of thought from the spirit of the earth's veins, right?"

"Ah."

An Jingting nodded, "Zongzheng Huachun has not completely refined the spirit of the earth veins. It seems that it is difficult to refine the spirit of the earth veins, even a strand of thought."

Zhao Qingmei chuckled and said, "If it was so easy to refine, the Great Qin Emperors and Great Zhou Emperors would have already refined it."

The spirit of the earth veins has always been controlled by the emperors of various dynasties. These emperors have some martial arts wizards, but they have never been able to completely grasp the spirit of the earth veins.

An Jing tapped his finger, and the true energy converged into several thin lines. If an ordinary master saw this, he would be astonished that someone could control the true energy so finely.

These zhenqi threads entangled a wisp of mind of the spirit of the earth veins, An Jing wanted to pull out the wisp of mind of the spirit of the earth veins to find out, but the spirit of the earth veins seemed to be very resistant to it.

"Is it true that I can't kill you?"

As soon as An Jing raised his eyes, these tugging threads immediately turned into streams of cold sword energy, which rushed directly towards the thoughts of the spirit of the earth veins.

But these sword qi cut on the wisp of mind of the spirit of the earth's veins, as if cutting in nothingness, and did not cause the slightest wave.

An Jing frowned slightly and said, "Sure enough, it's not that simple to cut off the spirit of the earth's veins."

"That's for sure, cutting off the spirit of the veins is naturally more difficult."

Zhao Qingmei took Muchen Bead and looked at it and said, "And in my opinion, this is a complete individual. Whether it is refining or cutting, you need to go to the Suolongjing to get the complete spirit of the earth veins."

The thought of a ray of the spirit of the earth veins can only increase the strength, it can increase Zongzheng Huachun's understanding of the connection between heaven and man, or he can use the power of Muchen Bead to break through to the realm of the great master.

But it is almost impossible to peek into the Dao of Longevity and the secret of breaking through the shackles of the Grand Master.

An Jing took a deep breath and said seriously: "It seems that we must reach the realm of the great master as soon as possible."

Zhao Qingmei let out a breath, and said: "But it is too difficult to break through this realm, even if the shackles are getting smaller and smaller today."

Breaking through the grand master is really too difficult, even with her monstrous aptitude, she can feel the difficulty of breaking through the shackles of the grand master.

If she was given enough time, it would not be difficult to break through to the grand master, but the Suolongjing incident is just around the corner, how much time does she have?

The same is true for An Jing, he just broke through to the realm of the five qi, and now he has absorbed a ray of heaven and earth spirit from Zongzheng Huachun, but there is still a distance from the great master.

Therefore, the strength of the two has reached a bottleneck, and it is basically impossible to go further in a short time.

An Jing said in a deep voice: "Suolongjing will definitely gather many masters and great masters from all over the world."

Zhao Qingmei nodded and said, "There are already four Immortals, Wang Yangsheng, King Xu, and Xiha Buddha. Among them, Immortal and King Xu are the most mysterious."

"King Xu..."

An Jing looked into the distance and said, "I think I already know his origin."

Zhao Qingmei blinked and said, "You know?"

An Jing recalled all the things he got along with King Xu, and said: "His body has a strong corpse aura, and he can't leave the corpse cave in Xuwang Mountain. The most important thing is that he is not restricted by Shouyuan."

"If it's not bad, he should be a corpse refined by the Nanman secret technique."

Zhao Qingmei was quite shocked when she heard An Jing's guess: "Hurry up the corpse!? Who made it?"

A master at the level of a great master turned out to be the exorcist of the Southern Barbarian secret art?

Who in the end has such a big means?

An Jing shook his head, "I don't know, but he is indeed a corpse. I guess he just has his own mind just like Hei Jiao."

When An Jing met King Xu for the first time, he had a lot of strength, but he didn't remember anything, and his appearance was no different from that of a black dragon.

An Jing took a deep breath, and said: "So we must reach the realm of the great master before Suolongjing's great change, so as to ensure nothing goes wrong."

Although he killed Zongzheng Huachun, he knew in his heart that only by reaching the realm of the great master can he ensure that the trip to lock the Dragon Well is safe.

Zhao Qingmei thought of something, and said, "I don't think it's that simple for the appearance of Xiha Buddha this time."

An Jing blinked and said, "I really don't know."

Zhao Qingmei gave An Jing a blank look, and said solemnly: "Of course I know you don't know, but I was thinking, if Yong'an Renhuang sent the Buddha to attack and kill you, it would be dangerous, even if you have Yuxi with you .”

An Jing heard and nodded. If Xiha Buddha suddenly appeared, it would indeed be a huge trouble. No matter how strong An Jing is, it is impossible to face three great masters at the same time.

Zhao Qingmei couldn't help but said: "Yong'an Renhuang is not easy. He actually played with a great master like Xiha Buddha in the applause. Now she still has to ask the Demon Sect. When the world is completely stable, she will be the first to make a move." Get rid of the Demon Cult."

An Jing pondered for a while, and said, "Maybe it has already started."

Zhao Qingmei looked at An Jing and said, "You mean Lu Guoyong?"

The biggest reform implemented by Zhou Xianming is the establishment of the Martial Academy. This matter is top secret, and it is not only aimed at the Demon Cult, but also all major sects in the world. Once it is publicized, it will definitely cause an uproar.

Behind Zhou Xianming is Yong'an Renhuang, who is also Lu Guoyong.

An Jing and Lu Guoyong talked many times, and the two of them can be regarded as having some friendship. When people reach their status and status, they can no longer be described as good or bad.

Establishing a martial arts school seems to be a good choice at the moment. Collecting martial arts from all over the world will allow everyone in the world to have a shortcut to learn martial arts.

But if this is the case, all the major sects in the world will disappear and die.

And those of them in the sect can only join the martial arts academy, which is equivalent to putting on a layer of official skin.

Most of the people who wandered around the rivers and lakes were rebellious and rebellious. The master who drinks today and kills tomorrow is now controlled and restrained. How willing are they?

An Jing's brows were tightly furrowed. If he clings to the power of the Demon Cult, he will eventually have a hard time with Lu Guoyong.

But clinging to the Demon Cult, is it really right?

An Jing sometimes doesn't know what to do is right.

"Husband."

Zhao Qingmei gently squeezed An Jing's hand.

I still remember that when I was in Yuzhou City, An Jing was just an ordinary doctor in Jishitang, and his daily life was very peaceful, and he didn't need to face such a great pressure today.

Although An Jing's character is very cautious, but thinking about it carefully, he is still on the edge of a knife.

Is all this really what you want?

Zhao Qingmei thought back to the wind and frost of the journey, and she always remembered the life in Yuzhou City. At that time, life was ordinary and there were no disturbances. They only had three meals a day, but they lived a very happy life.

All flavors in the world smile together, don't ask about things, the years are trickling and spring, only looking for the original heart.

At this moment, Zhao Qingmei made up her mind.

An Jing looked at Zhao Qingmei and said, "Ma'am, what's wrong?"

Zhao Qingmei looked into those bright eyes, "Brother, let's go back to Yuzhou City after this matter is over."

An Jing smiled, and said: "Okay, after all the right and wrong are settled, we will leave this world."

Zhao Qingmei looked at the smile on An Jing's mouth and asked, "Are you happy?"

"Of course, every day with you is very happy."

"Brother, me too."

"........"

Zhao Qingmei leaned on An Jing's shoulder. At this moment, many people recalled in her mind, Jiang Renyi, Jiang Shang, Yuan Feng, Nangong Weiping, Jun Qinglin and other dead masters.

The ups and downs of these years seem like a lifetime away.

People can't help but sigh in their hearts, the world is like tides and people are like water, and only a few people in the rivers and lakes return.

How many bones are buried in the rivers and lakes, the power and power can't be enjoyed endlessly, and people can't be killed.

The shadow of swords and swords is dimmed, and the grievances and grievances of the rivers and lakes are far away.

An Jing held Zhao Qingmei's hand and looked into the distance.

"Roar--!"

Suddenly, a violent roar came from a distance, and then a mournful dragon's chant resounded in all directions.

"not good!"

Hearing this, An Jing frowned and said: "This is the voice of the black flood dragon, and there seems to be a master."

Hei Jiao is the master of the three qi, and ordinary people have long since hid far away when they saw such strange beasts as Hei Jiao, and the one who can make Hei Jiao make such a pitiful scream must be a top expert.

Zhao Qingmei also locked her eyebrows tightly, "Go and see!"

The two of them were about to set off to check, when they saw a black dragon in front of them colliding with the mountain. The moment of impact, the rocks cracked, and the ancient house like a paradise was instantly annihilated. There were deafening sounds, and then a cloud of smoke rose into the sky. .

The black flood dragon fell down in the ruins of the mountain and kept twitching and convulsing, and blood flowed out from its back, staining the ground red, and there was a whimpering sound from its mouth.

Obviously, the dragon tendons on its back have been picked out.

"Who is it!?"