The Way of the Demon Cult Leader Chasing His Wife

"what happened?!"

Jiang Yanqiu seemed to have lost his center of gravity, and staggered a few steps back and fell down on the stone seat.Her arm inadvertently swept the wine jar on the table, the wine jar rolled twice, and smashed to pieces on the stone brick with a "slap".

She covered her blood-stained cheeks with her five fingers, and said tremblingly, "Why should he kill them all...Sorry, I'm sorry."

Sang Jin shook her head and said, "No problem."

She walked slowly from under the big tree in the middle of the courtyard, covering the cracked bark with her bony hands.

"I took Zilan to meet him in the dungeon yesterday." Sang Jin said, "I asked him if he would leave with me, but he refused."

Looking at her, Jiang Yanqiu felt puzzled: The dungeon is heavily guarded, with numerous guards constantly patrolling, and you can only enter but not exit. How did she bring a curly girl to come and go freely?

Sang Jin didn't pay attention to the other party's expression, and said to herself: "General, he doesn't want to. He asked me to take Zhang Lan and find a good man to remarry."

Jiang Yanqiu said: "Madam..."

Sang Jin leaned her forehead against the tree trunk and said, "Autumn is here, and the flowering season will be over."

As she spoke, Sang Jin stretched out her hand and picked off a yellow leaf. She pinched the leaf on her fingertips, but without any effort, the leaf turned into scattered fragments, scattered in the wind like smoke.

The wind passed by the treetops, and the branches and leaves were clustered. She leaned against the century-old tree and said softly:

"I want to rob the execution ground."

Jiang Yanqiu did not expect that Sang Jin would have such a will, she was silent for a moment, and said in a hoarse voice: "This... I'm afraid it will be difficult."

The woman in front of her has been married to Zhang Heng for more than ten years. She has always been gentle, virtuous, and law-abiding. She has never shown any martial arts or even extraordinary talent.How can such an unremarkable woman save someone in the brutal execution ground?

"General, don't worry about me."

Sang Jin sighed and said:

"—I am not extraordinary."

As soon as the words fell, the sky was full of flowers like rain.Jiang Yanqiu was startled, just about to speak, but saw Sang Jin looking at him.

She said: "If he doesn't leave, I will take him away."

Those ordinary eyebrows and eyes are like Shunhua at this moment, they are even more gorgeous than those flowers.

Although Jiang Yanqiu had heard many rumors about immortality, they were just rumors.She had never seen such a vast scene before, and couldn't help but froze in place.

Sang Jin stretched out her hand and grasped it in the air, and the numerous petals gathered spontaneously, forming a Ling Ran long sword.

She soared into the sky with her imperial sword, her robes fluttering, looked into the distance and said coldly: "Emperor, when I rescue my husband, your head will be in a different place!"

Tenth commandment of Yashan: Don't attack mortals, don't disturb the order of mortals, don't interfere with the rise and fall of mortals.

Fairy spirits are not allowed to kill. If so, then I will become a demon myself.

——The ten thousand-year-old fairy fell into the killing path, and the world changed suddenly.

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"It's really bad luck..."

The soldiers escorted the prison cart, spat on the ground, and said, "This scrawny man doesn't look like a corrupt official, why is it our turn to do this job?"

"Say a few words less, and be careful not to ignite yourself."

Zhang Heng was carried out of the prison van and knelt down on the execution platform.The executioner drank the strong wine in the bowl and sprayed it on the ghost knife.He lifted the knife and lowered his body, the copper ring on the knife jingled.

The beheading officer didn't bother to wait for the time anymore, he threw out the torch and said, "Let's behead it."

The executioner nodded. Unexpectedly, a gust of wind suddenly blew up on the execution platform, and a large number of petals came from nowhere, engulfed by flying sand and stones, and blinded his eyes.

"What, what's going on—"

The supervisor had lived his whole life and had never seen such a scene. He was so shocked that he even knocked over the lottery, and the fire lottery inside was scattered all over the floor.

Stepping on a long sword, a woman in red swooped down from the sky, turning the entire execution ground upside down in an instant.

The petals all over the sky were originally as white as snow, but they were stained layer by layer with a blood-like crimson.

The ghost head knife was cut across the blade by the petals, and it was cut into four sections suddenly.And the executioner and the others were also tightly tied several times by the petals, and were thrown out of the execution ground.

After quickly dealing with those people, Sang Jin didn't hesitate for a moment. She turned around, cut off all the chains and shackles on Zhang Heng's body with a single sword, and then——

Zhang Heng fell down with a plop.

The head and foot looks like a machine, it has been dead for a long time.

Sang Jin was stunned. She looked at her husband with his head and feet bent, and the long sword in his hand could no longer be held firmly, and fell to the ground with a bang.

The prison van parade through the streets is just a formality.

——The emperor didn't even want him to live this last day.

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"Qin Zhi, let's go, go out to subdue demons!"

"What's the matter?" Qin Zhi leaned lazily on the couch, not wanting to move, "Is it okay to let the juniors go? Why bother us to go out?"

"Hey," the master of Shuijing Peak stroked his beard, and said, "Don't be lazy, there is a monster in the north, it seems that a big monster has appeared out of nowhere, not only our Shuijing Peak, Even Moonscar Peak, Huochan Peak, Yanlong Peak—all of our thirteen ring peaks have sent people!"

"What big monster?" Qin Zhi felt a little curious, "How can you be so motivating?"

Huzi shook his head and said, "I don't know, but that posture has at least ten thousand years of cultivation, so it's not easy to deal with."

Qin Zhi turned over and jumped up, summoned a long sword and jumped up. She stood with her hands behind her back, her clothes gleaming white, and said, "Go!"

The two followed the big team and hurried towards the place full of evil spirits. Everyone looked serious, and only Shui Jingfeng's beard was cheerful, chatting with Qin Zhi when he had time.

He said: "You, Ruihe, are lazy all day long, why don't you do anything, do you know that our Yashan caught a big devil a while ago?"

Qin Zhi said disdainfully: "My Baihe clan is good at weaving dreams and creating realms. It's not the main attack. If we really face the monster you mentioned, we must be the first to die."

Hu Zi said: "Okay, okay, let me tell you, the devil is said to be the son of the Northern Demon King, he stayed in the Demon Realm restlessly, and came to the Human Realm to make trouble, and we captured him and sealed him in the Demon Lock Building."

Qin Zhidao: "That's right, it's the best news I've heard recently."

But after a few words, everyone has already approached the place where the evil spirit is rampant.

Huzi rushed out first, holding a big knife overflowing with spiritual power, and said: "Look at the trick!"

The demon hugged something tightly in his arms, vaguely looking like a person.

She knelt in the middle of the execution ground, Qin Zhi was shocked by that familiar face, and shouted: "Everyone stop, that's the hibiscus fairy!!"

"Qin Zhi, be careful—!"

Qin Zhi was stunned for a moment, and the next moment, the majestic monster aura suddenly exploded.

She couldn't dodge in time, and was slashed severely by Yao Qi from the shoulder, blood spattered everywhere, and the wound was deep enough to see the bone.

To be honest, it doesn't matter if the flesh is injured, it's just a joke.But that demonic aura was too domineering, it invaded her soul viciously and devoured a piece of it.

Qin Zhi's eyes went dark, he couldn't stand still anymore, and fell straight from the long sword.

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"General."

Jiang Yanqiu looked up and saw the little girl sitting on a branch, her legs dangling, her eyes were as black as ink.

Zhang Lan looked down at Jiang Yanqiu, the general she admired the most, but he could only be trapped in this cold and dilapidated place.Zhang Lan wanted to ask her a few questions, but couldn't ask her in the end.

Will Daddy come back?

Will the mother come back?

--Not anymore.

She looked at the general and whispered, "General, I'm a little hungry."

Jiang Yanqiu walked in front of her, and the little girl jumped down from the branch, bringing down clusters of leaves one after another, and stood obediently.

A hand with distinct bones fell on the head, and stroked it gently, which seemed to be comforting, but more helpless.

"From now on, you will live in the west courtyard."

"Got it."

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Zhang Lan herself was a very lively and clever girl, but since that day she has become more and more taciturn, living quietly in the General's residence.

She is sensible and not noisy, which relieves Jiang Yanqiu a lot.

It's just that at her age, she suddenly developed such a gloomy temperament, Jiang Yanqiu couldn't tell whether it was good or bad, but every time he saw the child alone, he felt more guilt in his heart.

So when Zhang Lan proposed to practice martial arts, Jiang Yanqiu couldn't bear to refuse her.

On weekdays, she would go to the martial arts training ground, but she just liked the atmosphere, she didn't focus much on practicing martial arts, most of the time she danced a few times before bouncing away.Therefore, after "practicing" for several years, it is still half a bucket of water, and the foundation is not very solid.

But this time it was different, she said she wanted to practice, she was categorical, and she had to practice no matter what.

If the foundation is not good, then practice from scratch; if the talent is not good, then make up for it the day after tomorrow.She treated herself fiercely, practicing day and night, pondering over and over every move until she knew it by heart.

For five or six years, the emperor had no intention of withdrawing the ban, so Jiang Yanqiu was trapped in the general's mansion for five or six years.

After staying in the desert for a long time, Jiang Yanqiu developed a frugal temperament.The General's Mansion itself didn't have many servants, and after the confinement, they were forcefully named and taken away by the emperor.

Although there were few servants, it was enough for Jiang Yanqiu and Zhang Lan.The ingredients will be delivered regularly outside, and Zhang Lan also sneaked out to help purchase items.

However, Jiang Yanqiu had suffered from a hidden disease due to years of fighting, and he would be in pain every cold day.In a winter with extra heavy snow, she fell ill.

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In winter, the dew is heavy, the bricks are not cut tightly, and the cold wind blows in.

"Ahem", Jiang Yanqiu woke up from the nightmare, only feeling that his body was burning hot, but his hands and feet were cold.She tilted her head with difficulty, and saw a slender girl.

The girl was dressed thinly and sat on the ground.There is a brazier in front of her, and she holds an ancient book in her hand.She was expressionless, looking at the scorching fire, pulling a few pages of paper with her bony fingers——

With a few "stabs", the paper was torn off like skin and bones, crumpled into a ball and thrown into the flames.Looking at the flame, she seemed very dissatisfied, and with a "tsk", she threw the book into the fire.

Immediately, the ashes scattered, and the tongue of flame was suppressed, but in a blink of an eye, it licked and devoured the ancient book.

Jiang Yanqiu looked at the ancient book and thought it was familiar. After a closer look, he found that it was one of Zhang Heng's collections before his death.She roared:

"Zhang Lan, what are you doing?!"

Zhang Lan turned her head when she heard the voice, and Jiang Yanqiu trembled in fright.The teenage girl's eyes are like a hungry snow-capped goshawk, full of murderous intent.

Zhang Lan said slowly: "Anyway, Dad has already left, what's the use of keeping this dead thing? It's better to tear it up and burn it—"

The fire light reflected on her face, bringing a bit of biting chill.

"Warm up the general."