Chapter two hundred and sixty sixth sigh life is impermanent
Dongluo Pass.
The sun sets in the west and the wind and sand fill the air.
As evening approaches, the crowds on the official road gradually become sparse.
Under the poplar trees on both sides of the official road, there is a beautiful woman in white. Her eyes are looking along the skyline, with a rare soft light in her eyes.
This woman is none other than Zhao Qingmei.
Behind her were Tan Yun, Yu Qiurong, Duanmu Xinghua, Lin Tianhai and many other demon sect masters.
At this moment, Duanmu Xinghua looked into the distance and couldn't help but sigh: "The last time I saw the Great Elder was thirty years ago."
Before Jun Qinglin went into seclusion, he was the top master in the world. A master of the Demon Cult with such senior qualifications as her was still a junior in front of Jun Qinglin.
Ninety-nine percent of experts at his age have become dust, and he is the only one alone in this world.
"Thirty years go by so fast."
Lin Tianhai also nodded beside him.
Although Zhao Qingmei and An Jing are both masters of the Second Qi Master, especially An Jing who defeated the Supreme Vajra and walked out of the Blue Sky Island unharmed, and became famous in the world, but among the older generation of demon sect masters
In my heart, Jun Qinglin's prestige is still hard to match.
Li Fuzhou, Poison King, Mu Xiaoyun and others stood behind them without speaking, with curiosity in their eyes.
Li Fuzhou had only heard of Jun Qinglin and had never seen the three-foot Taibai Jun Qinglin. Today he happened to meet this rumored master of decision-making.
And Mu Xiaoyun was completely reused and became the leader of the Suzaku Seat. The Demon Cult made a living, and her financial power was firmly in her hands. She was also a high-ranking figure in the Demon Cult.
Zhao Qingmei stared blankly, feeling very anxious inside, but her face was very calm and calm.
Whenever she thought of the rumors in Yujing City, her fists clenched subconsciously: An Jing, I must teach you a lesson.
At this time, on the official road under the afterglow of the setting sun in the distance, a figure appeared in sight.
The man was wearing white clothes and had a long sword hanging from his waist. Although he couldn't see his face clearly, he knew who the man was just by looking at his figure.
Zhao Qingmei's eyes lit up, as if all the anger in her belly just now disappeared in an instant, and the corners of her mouth subconsciously raised.
No matter how angry I was, I seemed to burst into laughter the moment I saw him.
Duanmu Xinghua said: "It's an offering!"
If it's not An Jing, who else could come.
Not long after, An Jing came over, looked at the man who was thinking about it day and night, and said, "Something happened on the way, which delayed me a lot."
"Just come back."
Zhao Qingmei took An Jing's baggage and gave it to Yu Qiurong, and asked: "By the way, where is the great elder?"
Duanmu Xinghua, Li Fuzhou and others all looked over with a trace of doubt in their eyes.
Didn't we agree that An Zongzong would come back together with the great elder?
Why can I only see An Jing now but not Jun Qinglin?
An Jing looked in the direction of the Demon-Sealing Platform and said, "The Great Elder has returned to the Demon-Sealing Platform."
Zhao Qingmei naturally revealed the truth and said immediately: "The elder must be not used to it. Forget it, let's not disturb him."
Everyone was sighing, but they also expressed their understanding.
An Jing nodded slightly, then swept away everyone behind Zhao Qingmei, looked at Lin Tianhai and cupped his hands and said: "Chief Lin, I offended you a lot at the beginning, but you still want to look at Haihan."
When he was at the Four Elephants Gate, An Jing once threatened the leader of the Azure Dragon Seat with his sword.
Seeing this, Poison King and Li Fuzhou had strange smiles on their faces. They naturally knew what An Jing meant by his words.
Lin Tianhai blushed and said: "An Zongfeng is too polite. We don't know each other without fighting. If you didn't tell me, I would have forgotten it."
An Jing thought to himself: I didn't say anything, and this old guy took over. Apparently he didn't forget it, but kept it firmly in his heart.
Li Fuzhou laughed and said: "It's so good that we don't know each other without fighting. That's not what Chief Lin said at the beginning. What do you mean?"
Lin Tianhai glared at Li Fuzhou and said, "It's an old matter, don't mention it again, Sect Leader Li."
Poison King Liu Simiao winked and said, "What old things happened in the past, didn't they just happen this year?"
Duanmu Xinghua could see that Li Fuzhou and Liu Simiao were singing a double act, but she didn't know what it was about. She immediately asked: "Is there some misunderstanding?"
Liu Simiao chuckled and said, "Master Duanmu, let me tell you."
Lin Tianhai's face suddenly turned red, he flew over and covered Liu Simiao's mouth, and growled: "Old man named Liu, I will fuck you!"
Liu Simiao's mouth was covered by Lin Tianhai, but no sound came out of her mouth.
Duanmu Xinghua couldn't help but shook his head when he saw Lin Tianhai being so ungraceful.
"Hahaha! Hahaha!"
Li Fuzhou and An Jing laughed.
Zhao Qingmei asked from the side: "What on earth is going on?"
Yu Qiurong also rolled her eyes, also with curiosity...
An Jing smiled and said, "I'll tell you tonight."
Zhao Qingmei's eyes were as charming as silk, and she glanced at An Jing, "I knew I would tell you tonight."
Then everyone walked towards Dongluo Pass while talking and laughing.
An Jing's originally depressed mood improved a lot.
Only Tan Yun, who was hiding behind everyone, just looked at An Jing quietly without saying a word.
There was actually a tsunami in her heart, but this time she didn't let anyone know, she just stood aside quietly without saying a word.
The earth under the moon is deep and steady, like a powerful and broad chest, allowing all things to sleep peacefully in its embrace.
After the construction of Dongluo Tower, Zhao Qingmei moved her residence back to Dongluo Garden behind Dongluo Tower.
As the leader of the Demon Cult, it is naturally impossible for him to live in a small courtyard. However, due to the fight between An Jing and Zhao Qingmei, the Dongluo Tower was destroyed, causing the Dongluo Garden behind the tower to be affected. Chiyu could only
Temporarily living in another courtyard.
In the bedroom, on the bed.
Zhao Qingmei was lying on An Jing's body, constantly looking left and smelling, as if she was looking for something.
"What, do I have flowers on me?"
An Jing looked at Zhao Qingmei, who seemed to be hunting for treasure, and said in confusion.
"fine."
Zhao Qingmei searched for a long time and found nothing. This did not make her look relaxed, but instead made her frown deepen.
"It's okay."
An Jing stretched his muscles and said, "I've been really tired these past few days."
First, he stayed up all night in Baigu Mountain, and then he rushed thousands of miles, and met Zongzheng Huachun halfway. His spirit was always tense, and even An Jing's body was a little tired.
At this moment, he was lying next to Zhao Qingmei, finally able to breathe a sigh of relief, his eyes closed tightly as if he would fall asleep at any time.
Zhao Qingmei leaned on An Jing's chest and said: "There have never been any masters in the Earth Sect. With Qiu Rong's current strength, being a maid is a bit unqualified. I'm wondering whether to transfer her to the Earth Sect."
An Jing closed his eyes and said softly: "She used to be the head of the Suzaku Sect. Now it is appropriate for her to be transferred to the Earth Sect and become the head of the Earth Sect."
Zhao Qingmei asked: "How about I transfer Liu Simiao to your side?"
"I don't think so. Doesn't the Poison King study poison techniques on weekdays?"
"How can that be done? I don't worry if there is no one around you."
"Then it's up to you."
As for Zhao Qingmei's little thoughts, An Jing naturally saw through them without telling them.
It's nothing more than finding someone to look at you.
Not only is he not angry, he actually wants to laugh. Can Poison King Liu Simiao be able to look down on him?
Seeing An Jing's weak look, Zhao Qingmei was even more angry than ever, but she didn't say anything more, just looking at the face that would fall asleep at any time.
In the past, when An Jing was just an ordinary doctor, she felt extremely at ease, even though she knew that she might face a huge world, and that she would have to bear all the pressure both within and outside the Demon Cult.
But now An Jing is the top swordsman in the world. Not only does he no longer need her protection, but he can also share her worries, but she feels a little more uneasy in her heart.
It seemed that everything was out of her control.
She didn't want An Jing to suffer, but she didn't want An Jing to suddenly rise up and become the most eye-catching person.
Even if she didn't believe the rumors in Yujing City, she thought it was impossible, but An Jing didn't give any explanation. What did this mean?
She grabbed An Jing with one hand and said, "I won't let you sleep."
An Jing opened his eyes in confusion and looked at the beautiful face in front of him.
Zhao Qingmei asked: "If the Taiping Emperor didn't recruit Zhou Xianming as his consort, would it be you instead?"
An Jing chuckled and said, "I have already married you, should I let the princess be the youngest?"
"What are you doing small!?"
Zhao Qingmei's eyes widened and she couldn't help but increase the strength in her hands.
An Jing suddenly felt that he couldn't bear it, and said quickly: "I just said it casually, how can I have any other ideas?"
"It's impossible to say it, let alone think about it."
Only then did An Jing notice something strange, "Madam, your cultivation level"
At this moment, Zhao Qingmei's cultivation level is deeper than him. She has reached around the peak of the second energy, and is only one step away from reaching the realm of the third energy.
You have to know how long it has been since she reached the second level of Qi. It has only been three months, and now she is about to reach the level of third level. How is this possible!?
The corners of Zhao Qingmei's mouth raised slightly, and she suddenly felt a little proud in her heart, "Do you think I can't suppress you now that you have become the Great Sword Immortal? An Jing."
"Is it a demon?"
An Jing thought of something and asked quickly: "Is it because of the demon species that your cultivation level has improved by leaps and bounds?"
Nan Weiping was in the realm of a great master. She had done some tricks when Zhao Qingmei was condensing the demon seed. Either she would remove it herself, or she would die and Zhao Qingmei would gain all her cultivation.
But how could such a madman tell all the truth?
Zhao Qingmei said hesitantly: "After condensing the demon seeds, your cultivation will greatly increase."
An Jing's expression became a little solemn, "Don't you feel that this is growing too fast?"
Zhao Qingmei sat up straight and said: "Is it too fast? I don't think your cultivation level has also increased very fast?"
The two stopped talking and the lights flickered.
Zhao Qingmei looked at An Jing with burning eyes.
At this moment, An Jing was completely awake. During this time, he had forgotten that there was a big trouble in the Demon Sealing Well.
If this problem cannot be solved, then in the end we can only break and stand again, shattering the demon seeds in the body, but will Zhao Qingmei be willing to do this?
Now let yourself lose all your cultivation and practice again, would you be willing?
The Demon Sect seems to have great prestige in the Great Yan Jianghu, but now it is besieged on all sides. Houjin is eyeing the outside world, and Black Ice Platform is also waiting for the opportunity to attack the Demon Sect at any time. Although the Imperial Court of Dayan has said that it will support the Demon Sect.
, but not wholeheartedly.
In addition, Jun Qinglin's deadline was approaching, and it was hard to say whether he could overcome this final hurdle. Many crises followed one after another, and An Jing's brows suddenly furrowed.
Seeing this, Zhao Qingmei also raised her eyebrows slightly, "Isn't this a good thing?"
An Jing said softly: "I always feel that it may not be a good thing. After all, the devil was manipulated by Nan Weiping."
Zhao Qingmei's cultivation has grown so fast, which must be caused by the demon seed left by Nan Weiping. She probably only told a few things about the secret of the demon seed, and there are still seven or eight that she has not revealed.
"Yeah?"
Zhao Qingmei laughed and said indifferently: "But the higher my cultivation level, the more I can suppress the demon species. As long as my cultivation level exceeds that of Nan Weiping, what does her method mean?"
An Jing looked at Zhao Qingmei and hesitated to speak.
He knew that Zhao Qingmei would always be a woman he could not control.
Zhao Qingmei is very confident, confident to the core.
Just like when she first came to Yuzhou City, she was very confident that she would be able to marry An Jing.
"Are you awake?"
An Jing responded. Men and women argue until the end, but they are just humiliating themselves, because women can never make mistakes.
The moon is like water, and the night is getting darker.
Somewhere in the quiet courtyard of Dongluo Pass, this is the poison cave of the Poison King Liu Simiao.
Except for his two disciples, basically no one comes here on weekdays.
Liu Simiao returned to his poison cave as usual. Only here could give him a sense of security, a feeling of complete relaxation throughout his body and mind.
Arriving inside the house, he walked towards the secret room in the back room.
There are all kinds of bottles and jars on the shelves in the secret room. These are the poisons he refined, including the seven-star begonia, three-step soul-inducing powder, Tianyi Shenshui, etc. that are feared in the world.
These bottles and jars have unique label characters on them to distinguish them.
If you accidentally pick up the wrong one, it's not a simple problem.
Behind these poisons, there is a jade bottle with no character label on it.
Liu Simiao's eyes lit up slightly when he saw the jade bottle. Then he picked up the jade bottle and poured it into his hand. A round and round elixir appeared in his palm.
"In another year, I will be able to achieve the Hundred Poisons Art"
Liu Simiao looked at the elixir in his hand. This was the Hundred Poison Pill, which was refined from hundreds of poisonous herbs.
Every kind of medicinal herb contains toxins, and every kind of poisonous weed can also cure diseases and save people. When a hundred kinds of poisonous weeds are combined together, it becomes the Hundred Poison Pill in his hand.
He has mastered the Hundred Poison Art and combined it with the Hundred Poison Pill, which will allow him to reach the state of being invulnerable to all poisons.
Liu Simiao didn't hesitate at all, and directly swallowed the Hundred Poison Pills. As usual, he sat down cross-legged and started to run the Hundred Poison Pills.
Internal energy surged out from his Dantian and flowed towards his limbs, preparing to completely absorb the power of the elixir into his bones.
But the moment his internal energy surged out of his dantian, a huge chill hit him instantly, and his internal organs seemed to be shattered in an instant. No matter how his internal energy operated, it was difficult to withstand this terrible impact.
"puff--!"
Liu Simiao couldn't bear it any longer, and a blood arrow spurted out.
Black blood was sprinkled on the wall of the secret room, making a "squeaking" sound.
"Poisonous"
Liu Simiao tilted his body and fell to the ground, staring at the wall with his eyes wide open and his chest heaving continuously, like a beast on the verge of death.
Poisoned!
As the Poison King, one of the four most famous doctors in the world, he naturally knew that he was poisoned at this moment.
"Beauty"
Liu Simiao's thoughts flashed back, and finally he couldn't take a breath and lost his breath.
The poison king of a generation finally died under the beauty drunk he made.
The next day.
The body of Poison King Liu Simiao was placed in the Demon Palace of Dongluo Tower.
Lin Tianhai, Duanmu Xinghua, Li Fuzhou and others all had gloomy faces.
"I will definitely find the murderer and cut him to pieces."
Lin Tianhai's eyes were filled with rage and he couldn't hold it back. He clenched his fists tightly and his nails were embedded in his flesh.
Regarding the death of Liu Simiao, the masters of the Demon Cult also looked ugly, especially the fact that Liu Simiao died in the hands of the poison he refined, which made people even more suspicious and shocked.
At the same time, two of Liu Simiao's disciples, Yu Du and Zhang Zihao, disappeared.
This added a bit of suspicion at this time. Did they kill the Poison King and abscond in fear of crime, or were they also poisoned?
Everyone knows that things are not as simple as they appear. There is always a reason for the two of them to kill the Poison King. If there is no one behind them, they will definitely not dare to do such a thing to deceive their master and destroy their ancestors. If these two disciples are also killed by others,
If he was killed, who would be so bold?
Dare to kill the Poison King of the Demon Cult in Dongluo Pass?
Zhao Qingmei directly ordered that all efforts be made to search for the whereabouts of the two people, not only to see their bodies alive, but also to investigate the suspicious persons who had entered and exited Dongluo Pass in recent times.
Dongluo Pass itself is a concentrated trade area, with a huge number of caravans coming and going every day. It is extremely difficult to identify suspicious persons.
However, Zhao Qingmei gave an order to investigate no matter how difficult it was, and the masters of Qinglongzuo and Renzong mobilized one after another.
For a time, the entire Dongluo Pass was in panic, even more nervous than the previous assassination of Duanmu Xinghua. After all, it was known at that time that Hou Jin was the one responsible, and Duanmu Xinghua was not dead.
But today the Poison King Liu Simiao died, and he died from his own poison. How could the strange way of death not make people feel chilling.
And who is the person who committed the crime this time?
Or Hou Jin? Or Hei Bingtai, or Liu Simiao's enemy?
A dark cloud hangs over the hearts of the masters of the Demon Cult
The gentle sunlight had already shone into the house through the window. An Jing felt a little dazzling in front of his eyes and slowly opened his eyes.
Although there was a big battle last night, which ended in a tie, Anjing was relieved of his fatigue and felt refreshed.
He stood up and there was a brand new set of clothes and shoes next to him, and the style and size were just right."
Seeing this, An Jing felt warm in his heart and immediately put on his clothes and opened the door.
Even though it is late autumn, the sun in Dongluoguan is still a bit fierce, making it difficult to open one's eyes.
"Let's go see the black dragon first, then find a retreat place and try to break through the realm of the three qi."
An Jing was determined in his heart and prepared to walk towards Dongluo Pass.
At this time, a small head poked out from the distance, a pair of eyes staring at An Jing.
An Jing whispered: "Tan Yun?"
"Uncle!"
Tan Yun stuck out his tongue, lowered his head and walked out.
An Jing asked suspiciously: "What are you doing sneakily?"
Tan Yun's face turned red and he whispered: "I'm not sneaky, I'm just"
"Just what?"
"The leader asked me to tell my uncle some news. The Poison King Liu Simiao died last night."
"oh!?"
When An Jing heard this, his brows instantly furrowed, but he felt a little dazed inside.
Yesterday Liu Simiao was still at Dongluo Pass to support him, but today he died?
"How did you die?"
"He was drunk with a lot of beauty and died in his own secret room."
"Who found the body?"
"In the morning, a servant who has followed the Poison King for thirteen years discovered that two of his direct disciples are also missing. Their lives and deaths are unknown."
An Jing sighed slightly when he heard this. He knew that things were not simple.
Beauty drunkenness is a strange poison refined by Liu Simiao. It is colorless and odorless. Even the master will be infected by it. However, Liu Simiao will definitely store this kind of strange poison carefully. It is impossible for ordinary people to get this beautiful drunken drug.
Moreover, Liu Simiao's secret room is definitely not accessible to ordinary people.
"I see."
An Ding nodded and walked out of the courtyard.
"Uncle, you are lying."
At this time, Tan Yun behind him shouted.
An Jing turned around and said, "What's wrong?"
Tan Yun looked at him with a pair of watery eyes, and his pitiful appearance made people feel pity for him.
"You said you would bring me cakes. I've been waiting."
"This is what you're talking about."
An Jing chuckled lightly, remembering an interesting incident, and said, "When I passed Bagui Fong in Yujing City, I looked at the dazzling array of pastries, and I immediately thought of you."
I don't know why, but every time he saw pastries, he couldn't help but think of that greedy girl.
Upon hearing this, Tan Yun pursed his lips and said, "I didn't see the pastry, but I still thought of my uncle."
When you see the cakes, you will think of me, but if I don’t see the cakes, I will still think of you.
An Jing was stunned for a moment, then walked forward slowly and gently touched Tan Yun's hair, saying: "I forgot this time, I will bring it to you next time."
Tan Yun puffed up his mouth and said aggrievedly: "There will be no next time, uncle. I will leave in two days. Master asked me to return to Lumen before the new year."
"Are you leaving so soon?"
When An Jing heard this, he felt a sense of sadness and loss in his heart. Although he had known that Tan Yun would leave for a long time, he couldn't help but feel reluctant when he heard it now.
It is impossible to say that he has no feelings for Tan Yun.
He still really likes silly, fat foodie girls.
"So I have been waiting for my uncle to come back."
Tan Yun's heart was beating rapidly, as if it was about to jump out of his throat, and his face turned red.
As long as An Jing said a word to persuade her to stay, she would find a way to stay no matter what.
Just a word from him.
An Jing smiled and said, "It's good. If you go to Lumen, you will be the eldest lady of the Lu family."
Tan Yun looked at those mesmerizing eyes and forced a smile: "My uncle, do you think it's good too?"
An Jing said seriously: "For you, this is the best."
The Demon Sect is in danger, and Tan Yun has a special status. It is best to return to Yujing City.
But this is not what I want. I would rather stay in Dongluoguan, stay by the leader's side, and stay by my uncle's side. She couldn't say these inner words.
"There are a lot of pastries in Yujing City."
Tan Yun pretended to look forward to it and said, "I can eat as much as I want. There are so many people who want to buy me pastries. They will all queue up for me."
An Jing nodded at Tan Yun's eyebrows and said with a smile: "Old Lu Qing is an upright and upright man. What should I do if he is defeated by a delicious guy like you?"
"I'm not a foodie!"
Tan Yun wrinkled his nose and asked casually: "Uncle, do you think I am a lazy person?"
An Jing put his hands behind his back, looked at Tan Yun in front of him, and said, "You taste better, but you're not lazy either."
I'm fat where I should be, but I'm still skinny elsewhere.
"Of course, I am very diligent. My cooking skills have improved a lot recently. I will let you see my cooking skills tomorrow."
"Really? Hahahaha."
When An Jing heard this, a drop of cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He didn't dare to continue what he said.
Both of them fell silent, and suddenly time seemed to have stopped.
"Uncle."
"Um?"
"I'm leaving. I hope you and the leader can be together well."
Tan Yun looked at An Jing and said seriously: "Actually, the leader really loves you. When we were in Yuzhou City, even though you were just an ordinary doctor, she still loved you. She really just loved you.
Even if she is under huge pressure, she is always unswerving. I think the leader is the best person for my uncle in this world. No one can compare with me. When I return to Yujing City, I will go
Longquan Temple will offer you incense."
An Jing pinched Tan Yun's pink cheeks angrily and said, "I still need you to teach me how to do things. You should take care of yourself. Don't lose weight. If you do, I will make you look good."
Tan Yun's face turned a little red, and the circles under his eyes were red, "I told the truth."
"Okay, okay, I know everything."
An Jing smiled and said, "When are you going to leave? Do you want me to give you a ride?"
Tan Yun lowered his head and said, "Uncle, you still have many things to do, so I won't trouble you with these little things."
An Jing looked at the little girl in front of him, wanting to say something but not knowing how.
"Uncle, I have to go back and report to the leader."
Suddenly, Tan Yun thought of something and hurriedly walked away.
An Jing looked at the hurried back, "Why are you running so fast? You're not rushing to eat."
Tan Yun ran out of the other courtyard desperately. The people she had been chasing would one day desperately try to escape.
Finally she came to a corner, her body was weakly leaning against the wall, her hands were covering her chest, and her heart ached like a knife.
A melancholy light shone from her big, beautiful eyes, as if something was rippling in her eyes. Her usual lively posture was no longer visible.
A drop of burning tears hung on her delicate cheek, and then it seemed as if she had burst out completely, and the tears kept flowing down.
She couldn't remember what she had said just now, because most of them were against her will and were lies, and what she originally wanted to say was not uttered.
"Uncle, let me be stupid again."
In the 14th year of Xingping, November 23rd, that day was clearly a sunny day, but in Tan Yun's heart it started to rain heavily.
Outside Dongluo Pass, you can see the endless yellow sand when you look up.
An Jing walked towards the desert, stepping on the gravel with the soles of his feet.
At this time, Dongluo Pass is full of dangers, and it is a good thing for Tan Yun to return to Yujing City. With the Dayan royal family and Lu Guoyong here, at least it is very safe.
After walking for a mile, An Jing saw a figure appearing in front of him.
The woman's figure is plump, with bulges in the places that should be convex, and bulges in the places that should be bulging. Coupled with that beautiful face lightly painted with makeup, the whole person perfectly interprets the appearance of a mature woman, with every move she makes.
It makes men have many different thoughts.
The pink and white tulle flutters with the breeze, making people's blood rush uncontrollably.
Mu Xiaoyun.
An Jing walked over and said, "Master Mu, it seems that today is really a coincidence."
Mu Xiaoyun glanced at An Jing and said: "An Zongfeng, it was so hard for you to hide this from me. If I had known that you were so related to the leader of the Demon Cult, why would I have come all the way from Yuzhou City to Dongluo?
close?"
An Jing laughed dumbly. If he had known that his wife was the leader of the Demon Cult, how could so many things have happened?
"How come Chief Mu appears here?"
Mu Xiaoyun pointed to the windy and sandy land in the distance and said: "The Poison King died of Hongyanzui's poison. I came here specifically to block the official road ahead."
An Jing asked: "Is there any clue?"
"I always feel that there is something strange about this matter."
Mu Xiaoyun shook his head and said quietly: "The person who can kill the Poison King, and also get the beauty from the Poison King, must be someone from the sect."
People in the church!?
An Jing was shocked and his eyes narrowed into a slit.
If it is someone from the sect, it would be even more terrifying. This means that there is a traitor in the demon sect, and he is a traitor with a very high status.
Mu Xiaoyun pointed to the distance and asked: "Three hundred miles ahead, does An Zongfeng know where it is?"
An Jing followed the jade finger and looked over, and whispered: "Hou Jin's Beida camp has an army of 300,000 troops there. Behind the 300,000 troops there is an even larger army of Hou Jin."
An army of 300,000 is easy to say, and is just a series of numbers on a book, but when it actually appears in front of you, it will be so terrifying.
300,000 can make the sky and the earth so dark that there is no end in sight. Even if the masters are trapped in the rebel army, they may not be able to escape.
The Grandmaster is also a human being. It is difficult to escape even when surrounded by tens of thousands of people, let alone 300,000 people. After all, the Grandmaster cannot fly.
Now these 300,000 troops are in front of Dongluo Pass, staring at this pass with eager eyes.
Although there is no attack, just standing in front of it is enough to scare people, forming a huge deterrent that makes people completely breathless.
Mu Xiaoyun took a deep breath and asked: "An Zongfeng, can we really stop this 300,000-strong army?"
An Jing pondered for a moment and said, "It depends on what you think."
Mu Xiaoyun was a little confused and asked: "What do you mean?"
An Jing stared into the distance and said seriously: "If you have a will to die, you will definitely be able to stop it. If you don't have a will to die, you will definitely not be able to stop it."
Mu Xiaoyun let out a long sigh and said, "What's the point of us guarding Dongluo Pass?"
This Dongluo Pass has now become a pass in the Yan Kingdom. Is it really worth the death of countless masters of the Demon Cult to defend such a pass with hundreds of thousands of troops from the Hou Jin Dynasty?
In the confrontation between the two countries, can a sect really survive?
The final outcome is not difficult to guess.
In the face of two behemoths, how can there be any room for survival in Dongluo Pass?
An Jing didn't say anything. There were some things that Mu Xiaoyun didn't understand, but he couldn't tell them.
Many things are never worth it or not, only whether they are willing or not. When you ask whether it is worth it, you already have the answer in your heart, that is, it is not worth it.
The two of them looked at the wind and sand in front of them for a while before Mu Xiaoyun said goodbye and left.
An Jing glanced at Mu Xiaoyun's back and continued walking towards the wind and sand.
"Boom!"
A black shadow suddenly rushed out from the wind and sand, and instantly the entire sky turned into a rain of sand.
This is exactly the black dragon.
"Roar!"
When the black dragon saw An Jing, there was a hint of joy in his lantern-sized eyes, and he quickly rushed towards An Jing.
The huge impact forced even An Jing back several feet.
The huge head of the black dragon kept rubbing against An Jing's body, and his excitement was palpable.
An Jing also caressed the scales of the black dragon. The black dragon followed him to Dongluo Pass. It would be impossible if he had no emotion at all.
"Huh? How could it be hurt?"
Suddenly, An Jing discovered that there was blood on the black scales of the black dragon.
The black dragon is comparable to the master of three qi, and what kind of strength can it be that can injure the black dragon?
The black dragon seemed to turn a deaf ear to the injuries on his body and kept circling An Jing, roaring happily from time to time.
In its world, no one is more important than An Jing.
An Jing sat cross-legged in the sand, talking to himself in front of the black dragon.
After about half a stick of incense, the surrounding wind and sand swept away more and more, forming a sea of sand around me.
"You protect me, I will try to break through to the realm of three qi here."
An Jing thought for a moment and decided to try to break through the realm of three qi here.
Now Hou Jin is eyeing him, but there has been no movement for the time being. Experts all over the world also think that he has a second-qi cultivation level. If he breaks through to the realm of three-qi at this time, he will be a small trump card when facing Hou Jin.
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Thinking of this, An Jing sat down directly cross-legged.
Black Jiao also heard the meaning of An Jing's words, and then stared at the surroundings with a hint of wariness in his eyes.
Whoa whoosh whoosh!
The earth-shattering true energy began to surge in from all around, and a powerful vortex seemed to be formed with Anjing as the center. The true energy gathered in large quantities, forming white air waves.
This is exactly the effect of the "Anonymous Heart Sutra".
At the same time, a burning sensation like a flame was transmitted into the throat, and then entered the Dantian. The hot, flame-like feeling flowed in the Dantian for a moment, and slowly entered the meridians.
boom!
As the hot feeling rushed into the meridians, the true energy of heaven and earth rushed towards Anjing even more fiercely, and merged into Anjing's Dantian.
A large amount of light began to appear in the Dantian that was originally surrounded by dense air currents. It was reflected in Anjing's body, and different changes began to appear.
Click! Click!
It was as if the Dantian had been exploded by the sudden influx of infuriating energy, and the entire Dantian had become several times larger.
Dantian is the place where true energy is stored. The bigger the Dantian is, the more powerful it is to store true energy.
However, the amount of true energy is increasing, and the Dantian cannot store so much true energy. Although An Jing continues to run the "Nameless Heart Sutra" to circulate the true energy in the body, the true energy is still too huge.
Especially after the spiritual essence of heaven and earth in Dantian began to be refined, the true energy was like a flood that had released its gate, flooding into his Dantian.
A large amount of sweat appeared on Anjing's forehead, and even his clothes were soaked through.
Finally, after his Dantian swelled several times, he could no longer bear any more infuriating energy, and Anjing began to squeeze out the steady stream of infuriating energy.
A steady stream of true energy rushes into the Dantian again, and then is continuously squeezed, seemingly forming a recurring state.
I don't know how much time has passed, but the squeezed true energy has become extremely pure, and its purity is many times higher than before.
But the true energy was still rushing toward Dantian, as if there was no end.
The majestic zhenqi from around him rushed toward Anjing, and all the spiritual energy of heaven and earth left in his dantian also burned.
For An Jing's body at this moment, this is undoubtedly a timely help. Finally, the fatigue in the body is eliminated again. As the mind moves, the pure and pure Qi like gurgling spring water continuously circulates in the meridians, and finally pours into the Dantian.
Among them, to add bricks and tiles to the huge Dantian of true energy that is needed.
Fortunately, An Jing practiced the "Nameless Heart Sutra" and was able to refine so much spiritual energy of heaven and earth in a short period of time, and could withstand such powerful Qi. Ordinary people would have exploded and died.
Wow! Wow! Wow!
The spiritual energy of heaven and earth is constantly decreasing, one wisp, two wisps, until finally it disappears completely.
“It seems like something is missing”
An Jing looked at the situation inside his body and couldn't help but frown. It seemed that breaking through the three qi was not as simple as imagined.
Breaking through in a short time is a big burden on the body, and the energy consumed is also extremely large, especially when you have reached the realm of the Three Qi Master.
In order to achieve a breakthrough, it is not impossible for some masters to prepare for several years.
It was only five months ago that Anjing reached the Second Qi. Such a breakthrough was too fast, even though there were five strands of heaven and earth spiritual energy in his body to support him.
But it seems that five rays of heaven and earth spiritual energy are still not enough.
Now before being promoted to the Three Qi, the Dantian has expanded several times. If all previous efforts are wasted, then all the previous efforts have been basically in vain. I don’t know when I will have the next opportunity to break through the shackles.
Nowadays, the situation in the world is changing rapidly, and the Demon Sect is also in danger. How much time can Anjing have?
But to advance to the realm, you really need the support of Jing Yuan. Without the support of Jing Yuan, it is impossible to break through the shackles.
Unless you use the essence and blood in your body like a breakthrough master.
Although depleting the body's essence and blood can break through at critical moments, even if it reaches the three qi, it will still be a seriously injured and dying body. If the later gold strikes, it will be a drag to promote the three qi.
The essence of essence in the body is being consumed bit by bit. As the essence of essence becomes weaker, the open and closed entrance seems to be closing again.