My wife is the sect leader

"Bang bang bang bang!"

Two of the beams of energy just rushed towards where Qi Yun was.

"Tom!" "Tom!"

With his first-rank strength, how could he be able to resist this terrifying aura, which stabbed him to the bone in an instant, and blood flowed out from his chest.

Qi Yun's eyes were still full of shock and disbelief, and his body was constantly trembling.

"me....."

Then the lips opened, and before the words could be uttered, the breath was completely cut off.

Dazheng Yuhuai and several female crowns were stunned.

The two fought fiercely. Seeing that the battle had reached a fever pitch, they didn't expect that neither of them would be fine, but instead, Qi Yun died while lying beside him.

"Fuck!"

An Jing felt the purple brilliance disappear in the book on the ground, and couldn't help but curse secretly.

His purple opportunity was gone.

"died!?"

The man in the dark room also frowned.

She hadn't expected this ending at all.

"It will be indefinite!"

An Jing glanced at the black mist, snorted coldly, and then drove the thousand-year-old black anaconda away quickly.

Today, if it weren't for this master who turned out to be out of nowhere, the purple opportunity would have been obtained.

Now that Qi Yun is dead, there is no need for him to stay, and he wonders if someone has already rushed towards Liumu Villa.

The man in the black mist glanced at An Jing's background, then took a deep breath, and with a straight body, disappeared into the devastated Willow Villa.

The world was peaceful, but Daoist Yuhuai stared blankly at Qi Yun whose breath of life had completely disappeared on the ground, and he didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

"Big... big real..."

At this time, the female crown next to her said softly: "What should we do now?"

"Put the corpses together first."

Master Yuhuai was stunned for a moment, and then gave a wry smile.

.........

in the jungle.

The figure of the thousand-year-old black boa shuttles past. Although it has a huge body, its speed is extremely fast.

"It's a pity that the purple chance."

An Jing stood on the head of the thousand-year-old black boa, but secretly said in his heart that it was a pity, if that person didn't show up today, he would definitely be able to capture Qi Yun.

After Qi Yun died, the prompt of purple opportunity disappeared, which means that the purple opportunity should be dictated by Qi Yun.

It is very likely that it is related to the "Jade Emperor Sutra".

An Jing frowned slightly, thinking secretly: "But it's not right, even if I have the "Big Dipper Jue", but this "Da Luo Xin Fa" is a fragment, logically speaking, it is impossible to get the "Jade Emperor Sutra" Could it be that Qi Yun not only knows about "The Big Dipper", but also knows about the remnants of "Da Luo Xin Dharma"?"

Thinking of this, An Jing felt even more regretful.

"I don't know where that person came from. His strength is terrifying."

An Jing recalled the scene of the battle with that man in his mind, and couldn't help feeling a chill in his heart.

The strength is so high that it is definitely not inferior to the severely injured Puhui Bodhisattva. It should be a half-step master, and it is very likely to be a half-step master who suppresses the realm.

For a half-step master to reach the realm of a master, he needs three flowers to gather together, but some half-step masters clearly can gather three flowers to become a master, but they forcefully suppress the realm and do not break through the shackles.

Lin Yiyang was one of them, and so was the man he was fighting just now.

If it weren't for the thousand-year-old black boa being too domineering and fierce, I am afraid that I will never return today.

"Qi Yun is dead, I'm afraid there will be big trouble again."

An Jing sighed, this time it can be said that he didn't get anything this time, but it further stimulated the Zhenyi Sect.

You must know that Qi Yun was Xiao Qianqiu's disciple, and his status and status were obviously extraordinary, but now he died in Yuzhou City.

The True One Sect is the state religion, and it has been in charge of the Great Yan Jianghu for a hundred years, how could it be possible to swallow this breath.

Not long after, the Millennium Black Boa has arrived at Qinghe Wharf.

An Jing put the Suppressing Evil Sword in his hand into the mouth of the thousand-year-old black boa, and then drove the thousand-year-old black boa to sink to the bottom of the river before heading home.

After a great battle, Zi Shi was almost over by this time.

The entire city of Yuzhou fell into silence, but at this time there was still a light flickering in Jishi Hall.

An Jing took a deep breath, walked slowly into the front hall, and closed the side door casually.

"Uncle, are you back?"

Tan Yun was sitting in front of the counter, and when he saw An Jing walking in quietly, he seemed a little flustered.

"It's so late, you haven't slept yet?"

An Jing said strangely.

"Aren't I waiting for uncle to come back?"

Tan Yun blinked his eyes and asked, "Uncle, where did you go for consultation today, why did you come back so late?"

"Floor Street."

An Jing casually said something perfunctory, and then walked towards the backyard.

"Uncle, why are you in such a hurry, let's talk."

Seeing this, Tan Yun quickly grabbed An Jing's arm.

But he couldn't help touching the sensitive area, his face turned red immediately, and he quickly let go.

"What are you talking about? I'm a little tired today."

And An Jing also felt the softness of his arm, and he was suddenly distracted, and couldn't help but glance at the surging.

If you are so sincere, it is not impossible to have a chat.

"Just chatting casually."

Tan Yun's face was still flushed, and he stuck out his tongue, "I just haven't listened to my uncle for a long time."

"Didn't I just talk to you during the day? Let's talk about it tomorrow. I'm really tired today."

An Jing is really a little tired today, especially in the final battle with the master in the black mist, he is even more exhausted physically and mentally.

Tan Yun pursed his lips, and said resolutely: "Guye, just talk casually with me, a stick of incense, no, half a stick of incense will be fine."

"All right, all right, let me say a few words with you."

An Jing sighed helplessly, and asked casually: "After I left, what did you do today? Did you work hard, or were you lazy again?"

Speaking of this, An Jing let out a sigh of relief.

He knows what Tan Yun does every day with his eyes closed, it's nothing more than eating and sleeping and beating little black boy.

"I... I didn't do anything... No, no, I didn't slack off."

Tan Yun's face turned red in an instant, and he seemed a little flustered.

"Cough cough."

At this time, there was a soft coughing sound from the bedroom.

An Jing heard clearly that it was Zhao Qingmei's voice.

"Grandpa, let's not talk about it, I'm going back to rest."

Tan Yun ran towards the backyard like a frightened rabbit.

"really weird."

An Jing looked at Tan Yun's back and felt very strange, why did she turn red when she asked casually.

Talking to himself, An Jing walked slowly towards the bedroom.

"Husband, are you back?"

In the room, under the light is the beauty's fluffy bun, and her skin is slightly rosy.

"It's a bit late to come back today."

A trace of fatigue appeared between An Jing's brows, and he said, "I'm too busy to worry Madam."

If Cheng Yaojin hadn't suddenly appeared, not only would he have achieved great things today, but he would have come back earlier, but that person's strength is a bit advanced, so let's write down this grievance for now and report it later.

"Husband, take a rest, I have already made the bed."

Zhao Qingmei touched her wrist and said.

An Jing reached out and pinched Zhao Qingmei's cheek, and said distressedly: "Look at you, your complexion is not as rosy as before, don't stay up late next time."

"I know." Zhao Qingmei stuck out her tongue, but she thought to herself: It's all because of the thousand-year-old black anaconda under the ghost swordsman's seat, how could it be so tired?

Saying that, Zhao Qingmei took off An Jing's clothes, and the two of them also lay down on the bed.

"Ma'am, you are tired too, let's go to bed early."

When An Jing saw his wife in front of him, the gloom in his heart was swept away, and he said, "No matter what happens next time, you have to rest obediently."

"I want to rest earlier."

Zhao Qingmei snuggled under the blanket and whispered, "Brother, if you don't come back, I won't be able to sleep."

"I will never again."

After hearing this, An Jing stretched out his hand to touch Zhao Qingmei's soft green hair, but secretly swore in his heart that he would never go out to do things so late again in the future, and would never let his wife wait for him at night.

Looking at the soft light in An Jing's eyes, Zhao Qingmei bit her red lips, "I'm sorry."

Sometimes, she didn't know whether she should tell An Jing everything, but she was afraid in her heart of losing everything in front of her eyes.

After all, it would be too sensational to say it clearly. Can he really accept everything?

The intrigues and swords and swords in the arena have nothing to do with him, and it is too unfair to him to involve him.

Brother, I can handle all the grievances and grievances in this world by myself.

"Silly girl, I'm the one who should say I'm sorry." An Jing was taken aback for a moment, and then felt even more guilty: "Don't worry, there won't be a next time."

"I want to sleep in your quilt, I want to hug..."

Zhao Qingmei blinked her eyes, then shrank her head, and got into An Jing's quilt.

"Okay."

An Jing hugged Zhao Qingmei's delicate body, and suddenly felt a ball of flames burning, and gently stroked the smooth jade back with his palm, rubbing it constantly, just like stroking suet jade.

"Brother...... Are you cold......"

Zhao Qingmei's voice dragged to the end, her beautiful eyes were full of spring, and she said softly, "Would you like to feel the warmth."

An Jing was tired and cleared everything up, blinked his eyes, and immediately regained his energy, "Madam, if you are like this, I won't be sleepy..."

"I'm not sleepy anymore."

I saw Zhao Qingmei got into the bed.

In the dark air, there were a few more bursts, and even the silent sky outside the window seemed a little trembling and became restless.

At the end, suddenly the entire dark night was lit up, and the fascinated breath reached its peak all of a sudden.

The house is full of spring, Wushan is cloudy and rainy, one after another, the evening wind is warm and intoxicating, and the moon outside the window hides shyly behind the clouds.

.......

The next morning, Loyalty Hall, the backyard.

The trees in the courtyard are withered, giving it a more desolate feeling.

Guo Yuchun sat at the stone table, looking at a scroll in his hand.