My wife is the sect leader

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A regular voice came.

The old man Qingfeng clutched his heart in horror, at this moment he didn't feel anything, he only knew that his heart was beating crazily, completely out of his control.

With the beating of the heart, the blood in the whole body began to flow rapidly.

tom!

The next moment, his body fell directly to the ground.

"me..."

The old man Qingfeng clutched his heart tightly, lay down on the ground, and tried his best to lift his palms up, but the harder he tried, the more his heart beat.

He wanted to speak, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't utter a complete sentence.

"This is......"

Seeing this, Feng Lingyue was shocked, what happened?

Old Man Qingfeng felt his heart turned into a marching drum, beating continuously, and the speed was getting faster and faster.

The heart seemed to jump out of the mouth.

His facial features became ferocious, his eyes were bloodshot, and his palm seemed to be reaching out to An Jing.

"you you......"

In the end, he still didn't raise his arm, and countless blood spurted out from his mouth to the front. The blood spurted so high that it seemed to spurt out all the blood in his body.

"thump!"

The old man Qingfeng fell heavily to the ground.

"Feng Patriarch, you will keep your promise."

An Jing looked at Feng Lingyue Dan.

"certainly......"

It took a long time for Feng Lingyue to recover from the stunned expression.

"Okay, then I will take my leave."

An Jing controlled the black flood dragon to come in front of him, and then staggered onto the back of the black flood dragon.

"Roar!"

Hei Jiao let out a low growl and walked towards the distance.

There was only a black afterimage, and the black dragon disappeared in front of Feng Lingyue in an instant.

Chapter 171

in the jungle.

The old man Qingfeng's chest was constantly twitching, the muscles on his face were also convulsed, blood was constantly gurgling from his mouth, and at the same time, blood was also flowing from his nose and ears.

This scene is extremely weird.

Feng Lingyue walked slowly in front of the old man Qingfeng, then shook her head and sighed, "Life is in the bottom of the world, when will you stop fighting for fame and fortune?"

Looking at Luo Qingfeng, who used to roam the rivers and lakes in front of him, who was full of love and hatred, Feng Lingyue couldn't help feeling a little more melancholy and emotional.

This is the rivers and lakes.

Stepping into this rivers and lakes, there are not only vain fame and fortune, glory and wealth, but also intrigues, swords and swords.

The so-called rivers and lakes are the human heart, and everything is born from the heart.

A small chivalrous man helps people in need; a great chivalrous man serves the country and the people.

How can I live affectionately in this cold world?This is a very difficult question in the hearts of all people in the world. How many people do not forget their original intentions?

On the road of chasing fame and fortune, what you see more is the vanity brought by fame and fortune. Who can talk about being rich while being poor?

Some people say that the rivers and lakes are the heaven and the earth, the universe, all things, nature, and everything we can see.

It's easy to get into this arena, but it's extremely difficult to get out again.

Perhaps only by dying can one truly get out of this arena.

The old man Qingfeng fell on the ground with his eyes wide open and his chest rising and falling, as if he was no longer a famous master, but more like a beast on the verge of death.

"I'm also a layman. I'm tired of fame and fortune. Otherwise, I wouldn't compete with Jiang Shang and become a pawn in the hands of others."

Feng Lingyue knelt down and looked at the dying old man Qingfeng, with a hint of emotion in her eyes, "Maybe one day, Brother Luo, today is my Fengmou's tomorrow, what Fengmou can do is to try hard so that this day will never appear .”

People in the arena involuntarily.

With Feng Lingyue's status and strength, there are still people behind him pushing him forward, and sometimes he can't give up just by saying give up.

Old Man Qingfeng's eyes were open, and there was a glimmer of darkness in his pupils.

"Crack!"

Feng Lingyue put her palm on Old Man Qingfeng's neck, and as her wrist twisted, there was a sound of bone cracking, and Old Man Qingfeng's body stopped heaving and she lost her breath.

Old Man Qingfeng is dead!

The master master who was once famous in the Yanjiang Lake died in this dense forest.

Feng Lingyue tapped her palm, and saw a cyan light floating out of the old man Qingfeng's body.

This is the essence left in his body, the spiritual essence of heaven and earth.

........

Outside the dense forest, dozens of miles away.

In mid-air, the wind howled.

An Jing lay on the back of the black dragon, his face was extremely pale, and his eyelids became heavier.

Originally, the injuries in his body were extremely serious, but after the side effects of the Great Sun Tathagata Mantra, he felt as if his whole body was being burned by flames. Although the pain decreased, he felt weaker and weaker.

If it weren't for the support of strong perseverance, he might have fallen in the dense forest just now.

If he falls in front of Feng Lingyue, the black flood dragon will also lose his fighting power, and it's hard to say whether Feng Lingyue will keep his promise by then.

After all, I am still very useful to Zhenyi Sect.

"so tired....."

An Jing lay on the cold scales, feeling extremely exhausted, but he knew that he could not close his eyes, otherwise the black flood dragon would fall from the sky.

But that feeling of exhaustion keeps coming, especially the pain has disappeared, and the nerves have become numb.

The eyelids drooped several times, but he lifted them back up again with amazing perseverance.

"Crack!" "Crack!"

The black flood dragon walked in the air, fluctuating up and down, swaying left and right, and directly bumped into the huge tree. Under the impact of its powerful body, even the tree surrounded by three or four people broke in an instant.

In the end, An Jing couldn't bear the exhaustion that swept over him anymore, and he lost consciousness.

As his consciousness dissipated, the huge body of the black dragon fell heavily.

"Tom!"

The place where it fell was a small stream, which suddenly splashed the sky with waves.

An Jing's body fell from the black flood dragon, rolled twice on the ground, and then stopped turning, the mask on his face also loosened, and disappeared into the stream with the splash of water.

And half of the head of the black dragon landed on the bank, and the rest of the body disappeared in the stream.

Time passed, and I don't know how long it had passed, the surface of the stream gradually returned to calm.

Suddenly, the eyelids of the black dragon seemed to move, and a pair of huge longan eyes flashed with a curious light, staring closely at An Jing who was lying on the ground.

Suddenly, its eyes looked into the distance, with a hint of panic in their eyes.

"thump!"

The black flood dragon poked his head towards the stream, and then his whole body was completely submerged in the water, as if he was hiding.

After about tens of breaths, a girl carrying a bamboo basket came from a distance.

The girl was eighteen or nineteen years old, with a round oval face, dark eyes, and a youthful and lively atmosphere around her. Her complexion was not fair, but she had a healthy and natural beauty.

"This is.........."

The girl saw the person lying on the shore, and walked over quickly. Seeing An Jing's pale face, she couldn't help saying: "Young man, wake up, wake up..."

........

Houjin, Snow Mountain.

At night, the stars are shining brightly, the bright moon shines on the grassland, the sky and the earth are quiet, the evening wind blows gently, and the grass waves undulate with the wind, which is very pleasant.

Because after years of peaceful development, there are trade exchanges in various parts of Houjin, and even grassland markets have been established in the vast and boundless grasslands.

Among them, a large number of caravans from Yan State, Zhao State, Pure Land, and Nanman come here every year, which makes the Houjin area prosperous and the national strength is also developing rapidly.

To the north of the grassland, there are continuous, towering and steep snow-capped mountains.

In the eyes of Hou Jin, this snow mountain is their holy land, and there is a sacred religion in the depths of the snow mountain that they are fascinated by.

The Holy Cult of Hou Jin is called Daxueshan in Jianghu, and it is the largest sect of Hou Jin.

The current emperor of Houjin is also the Holy Master of the Houjin Sect.

At this time, a figure came from afar, stepped across the grassland, and walked towards the snow mountain along a path.

The man had a childish face with white hair and a smile on his face. His benevolent brows and kind eyes made people feel like a spring breeze, and he felt close to him.

This person is Jiang Shang.

His footsteps seemed to be slow, but upon closer inspection, his body had floated tens of feet away.

Shrink to size.

It is a means that only masters in the realm of master cultivation can display.

About half an hour later, Jiang Shang came to a cave in a snow mountain.

This cave is very secret, there is a trail between two snow-capped mountains, if ordinary people do not know this cave, it is impossible to find this place.

The surrounding temperature dropped sharply, freezing to the bone, and even a trace of white cold smoke floated in the air.

Jiang Shang walked into the cave slowly, stepping on the snow, making a 'creak' and 'creak' sound.

The cave was very dark, and the fire folds flickered faintly, illuminating the front.

The temperature is getting colder and colder, and even Jiang Shang needs to use his true energy to resist the frightening cold air.

Not long after, a pitch-black coffin appeared in front of him.

"call........"

Seeing the black coffin, Jiang Shang let out a slight breath, because it was too cold, the breath directly turned into a streak of hoarfrost.

"Jinse, I haven't seen you for six years."

Jiang Shang walked to the coffin and said slowly, "Look, I also brought your favorite candied winter melon."

As he spoke, he stretched his palm into his arms and took out a pack of kraft paper.

Wrapped in kraft paper is the cool, sweet, crisp, transparent and slag-free candied winter melon.

Jiang Shang stroked the coffin with his palm, "I felt that I was about to reach the realm of the four qi, so I wanted to come and see you. Time flies so fast, do you know? Renyi is already 36, if you count it carefully , we have known each other for 40 years.”

"Forty years, the events of 40 years ago seem to be emerging in front of my eyes one by one, but now 40 years have passed, and many things have really happened in it. Not long after your death, I became the leader of the Demon Cult , and then overwhelmed Feng Lingyue, Liu Moyuan, the sword god, and Ye Ding, the head teacher of Dou Zhenyi. In the past 40 years, the situation has changed, turbulent, and turbulent, but I have always stood above the waves of the rivers and lakes. So far, I have only been defeated by Xiao Qianqiu hands."

"Xiao Qianqiu is a formidable character. He was born with Taoism. That old boy Ye Ding was lucky enough to find such a successor. If Xiao Qianqiu really cultivated into the "Jade Emperor Sutra", then the Taoist sect may really be a miracle. Once they are unified, the situation of the whole world will change drastically, and the Demon Cult will be in danger."

Jiang Shang's words were a little sighing, as if he was pouring out his distress.

If anyone was there, he would be shocked, that the moody, changeable and cruel Jiang Shang would have such a sentimental side.

"However, it is not so easy for Xiao Qianqiu to achieve the general trend. The Holy Lord of Daxue Mountain has long been eyeing him, and he seems to have the ambition to swallow the world. The world pattern is changing, and there is not much time for Xiao Qianqiu. Hou Jinhe Dayan will have a battle sooner or later, and the Emperor Taiping is as cunning as a fox. I still remember the coup in Tianshu Pavilion back then, and he was merciless towards his siblings. It can be seen that he is resolute and resolute. This old thing is really serious. It’s still fake, even I can’t see through it.”

"Come on, let's make this world completely chaotic."

Jiang Shang picked up a piece of candied fruit and put it in his hand. Only under this coffin could he be extremely relaxed and confided all his troubles: "Do you remember the little green plum I told you about? She really didn't It’s just a pity that I failed to live up to my expectations, and my cultivation reached the level of a master.”

Speaking of this, Jiang Shang lightly took a bite of the candied fruit.