Married and Obedient to the Husband

My body hurts, and every step I take is a heart-piercing pain.

Yan Mo's slender body wrapped in clothes was leaning against the wall behind him, looking up at the rising sun outside, his eyes fascinated by it.

The rising sun was moist and warm, but it couldn't warm his heart.

The Devil's Cult and Xifan have completely united, so what will they do next?

This worry did not worry Yanmo for long, because less than half a month later, the Demon Sect attacked the righteous way of martial arts, and the Wulin League headed by Yan Jiabao participated in this incident and fought against the Demon Sect to the end.

Yanmo was hastily recalled to Yanjiabao before he even had time to stay in Xifan.

In the Yan Family Fort, the six elders looked gloomy. The power of the Demon Cult should not be underestimated. In addition, Xifan deliberately intervened, and the power of the Wulin League was limited. In addition, the righteous people had ulterior motives and could not gather together. Take refuge in the Demon Cult.

Martial arts are black and white, and they are seriously inclined to the underworld. Except for the forces of Yan Jiabao, no one in the Martial Arts League can resist the Demon Cult.

"Mo'er, this matter is of great importance, there is no room for personal affection, and the Martial Arts League cannot be defeated." Elder Guan Yi confessed to Yan Mo with a serious expression.

Now the most promising person in the Wulin League to be the next leader is Yan Mo, who is in charge of Qinglongmen. The other three leaders are already old and won't last long.

Yanmo was already pregnant for more than six months at this time, because the robes he was wearing were spacious, so nothing could be seen at this time, and the elders didn't care, but seeing Yanmo's complexion, they thought he was worried about Qing'er, Elder Jiang Ge persuaded, "Qing'er, we are trying to find a way to find it. Let us leave this matter to us. Sect Master, you don't have to worry about it."

"Well, I will try my best." Yan Mo pondered for a while before nodding.

People say that the world is impermanent, but they never thought that one reincarnation is not enough, and another reincarnation is necessary. Could it be that he and Long Qirui were born to kill each other?

Wentian was speechless, full of desolation, and turned into a cry of helplessness.

No matter, no matter, if this is the case, then it doesn't matter if you lose your life, he is really tired when he is tired.

Yanmo's hesitant eyes gradually changed, no longer soft, no longer indecisive.

He will accompany him on this lonely road, no matter whether he hates him or loves him, until the moment of his death.

Turning around, Tsing Yi draws an arc, Yan Mo walks over the cobblestones under his feet, in front of him are two stone pillars that are almost as tall as the sky, and two mighty green dragons are engraved on the pillars, almost soaring into the clouds.

Between the stone pillars is a sword array composed of countless swords, densely packed, with no end in sight. The blue-black swords are circling and flying in the air, and the shadows flow among them. If you take a step carelessly, thousands of arrows will pierce your heart.

Yan Mo walked into the sword formation with strange steps, as if stepping on an elegant dance step, three steps back, one step left, two steps forward, the sharp sword energy of the sword formation brushed past his body, and did not hurt him at all.

After walking out of the sword formation, Yan Mo stood on the tall stone cloud platform, his expression was serious, his eyes were cold, neither sad nor happy, nor angry nor resentful.

The whole person is like a restrained and deep sword, with the erosion of time, Huaguang is hidden in the deepest part.

"Flame, Ankui."

As the words fell, the ghostly speed of the two parties appeared under Shi Yuntai, and they all touched the ground on one knee, and slashed across Yu's head with their swords.

"Send troops from both sides, and come with me to Yanjiabao from today, and enter the rivers and lakes to take charge of the martial arts."

"Yes."

Unhesitating voice, uniform.

After Yanmo issued the order, he tapped his toes, and fell lightly from the height of Shi Yuntai, landing silently.

This is the first time in the past few decades that the Yan Family Fort has mobilized such a large number of troops. The Yan Family Fort is located in the Suzhou area, and the Demon Cult's territory is in southern Xinjiang. They were originally very far apart, but this time they overlapped.

The Devil's Cult broke through Lingnan all the way to Hanzhou, and its power was so strong that it was frightening.

The ghost gate, the Raksha gate, and the two ghost gates were opened, and countless souls were accommodated in them. However, the powerful Shura gate hadn't made a move yet. Most of the sects in the world were wiped out, and the remaining defeated soldiers were concentrated in Huai'an.

The troops led by Yanmo headed directly to Huai'an, with the purpose of gathering the remaining troops to deal with the Demon Cult together.

The struggle against the Demon Cult lasted until three months later.

The dark devil's troops pushed this team of martial arts people into a desperate situation. There were black-clothed devil's troops in all directions, and the atmosphere was so dark that it was hard to breathe.

This was just a one-sided massacre, and those martial arts practitioners had no room to resist at all. Some of them were good at martial arts, but they were picked out of their hands and feet, and they collapsed on the ground, dying at any time.

The remaining small number of people are like fish on a chopping board, ready to be slaughtered at any time.

The Demon Cult's men and horses held bright weapons in their hands, took a step forward, and another life fell.

"Brothers, let's fight." At the critical moment, these people don't want to be killed just like this, they can only fight for the last time. Everyone knows that this is futile, but before a person drowns, even a straw will hold tightly Catch it, that's human instinct.

The master of the Demon Church sneered, raised his hands, and said cruelly, "Brothers, have you ever seen a living person take a heart?"

"No." The unanimous shout made those martial arts practitioners tremble uncontrollably. The eyes of the demon church master radiated a cold and bloodthirsty light. He grinned and pointed to the surrounded martial arts club in the center The scholar chuckled, "These people are your living specimens. Whoever takes the most hearts will be the next sub-ruler."

This bait has attracted many members of the Devil's Cult. The eyes of the members of the Devil's Cult shone with a dark and bloodthirsty light, like a beast staring at its own food. Getting closer and closer to them.

Blood was splattered everywhere, and the heart that had been dug out alive was still beating warmly. Just when the martial arts people thought that their death was about to come, a man in green clothes, with a fairy-like appearance, brought a group of people to kill him.

The arrival of Yanmo opened a new chapter for the Wulin League. Under his leadership, the Wulin League won several beautiful games in a row. Everyone has been immersed in the shadow of the Demon Sect, and the victories are repeated again and again. The arrival made their fear of the Devil's Cult lessened a lot, so someone proposed to celebrate.

"No." Yan Mo decisively rejected the proposal, and the person who proposed it was Song Yan, a disciple of the Songshan School.

His proposal was approved by many members of the Martial Arts League. Because of the relationship with the Demon Sect, they have not eaten meat for many days, and they have not had a drink to their heart's content. Spending such a highly tense day made them feel impetuous Mood.

"Master, why not."

Song Yan came on behalf of several disciples of the Wulin League, and when he heard Yan Mo's refusal, he immediately raised his voice.

Yan Mo turned his back to Song Yan, and said in a deep voice, "The Devil's Cult is just outside Huai'an City, and you actually want to talk about celebrating your achievements. Let's talk about it after driving away the Devil's Cult."

Yanmo's voice was very cold, even with his back turned to everyone, everyone could imagine the coldness and expressionlessness on his face.

"The Devil's Cult stopped attacking us. It's been more than half a month, and we haven't seen any movement from them. What's wrong with our brothers gathering together to celebrate. When the Devil's Cult comes, we'll start them off."

Song Yan said it easily, completely forgetting the fear of the Devil's Cult a while ago.

Yan Mo frowned, listening to Song Yan's indifferent words, and fell silent.

Just because the Devil's Cult doesn't do anything doesn't mean that the Devil's Cult is afraid. The Devil's Cult has never been afraid of the word. Maybe the Devil's Cult is secretly plotting another conspiracy.He dare not be careless.

"The strength of the Devil's Cult cannot be underestimated." Yan Mo just said, and Song Yan snorted coldly, "The sect master is trying to grow others' ambitions to destroy his prestige. The Demon Cult is powerful, and we are not vegetarians. Does the sect master think that We are not as good as people from the Demon Cult?"

Song Yan's questioning in a cold voice immediately aroused the response of several competitive young people, so everyone started arguing, leaving Yan Mo speechless for a while.

"Since you all want to celebrate, then I can only follow you." After a long time, Yan Mo murmured, his back was turned to everyone from the beginning to the end, making it impossible to see the expression on his face clearly.

Hearing Yanmo's permission, everyone was very happy, and the joy on their faces could not be suppressed.

There was only one person, his face suddenly turned cold for a while, and the corner of his mouth raised a triumphant smile. His expression came and went so fast that it was impossible to grasp.

Yan Mo's expression turned cold, the corners of his thin lips were almost drawn into a line, he put his hands behind his back, stopped looking at the cheering crowd behind him, and walked away.

"Drink, drink, I think the Demon Cult is so powerful..." In Huai'an City, the victorious members of the Wulin League gathered together, enjoying big bowls of drinking and eating large pieces of meat.

Yan Mo never showed up at such a victory and celebration scene.

This Qinglongmen sect master has always been hiding his secrets. During the few months he came here, he only missed one or two meetings. The rest of the time, a man named Qingyan delivered his orders.

But even though it was only once or twice, that person's peerless demeanor is like a bright and breathtaking scenery, deeply engraved in everyone's heart, such a peerless beauty, once seen, it will be unforgettable for a lifetime.

"Our brothers have been bullied by the Devil's Cult so badly these days. It's really refreshing these past few months, and it has frustrated the Demon's Cult's spirit."

"The Demon Sect is really hateful. A good Xi Fan doesn't wait, and actually ran to our Yasukuni to cause trouble."

"Eliminate those thieves from the Devil's Cult, uphold justice for me and the righteous way of martial arts for me, and eradicate traitors."

……

These days, because of the struggle against the Demon Cult, everyone can’t eat well or sleep well. Right now, they are drinking to their heart’s content, feeling a bit ecstatic for a while, completely throwing away the fear of the Demon Cult, and forgetting the catastrophe that the Demon Cult brought them before. .

Everywhere the Demon Cult went, lost souls everywhere.