Quickly wear the goddess Su Zhatian

Chapter 717 Sword Cultivator's Wife Is Of course A Sword
Outside the battlefield, there are still people silently observing the development of the situation.

The man standing on the tree leaned against the trunk, he smiled casually, "The patriarch of your fairy sect is dead, as the head of the sect, the real person is calm."

"Life and death are fate." The white-haired old man sitting on the stone bench under the tree said in a flat tone, he really regarded life and death as ordinary, with such a state, he was worthy of being the master of the immortal sect, Master Jinghui.

Song Shi smiled, "At first, I thought the real person would be saddened by Luo Wusheng's death, but it seems that I was thinking too much."

Luo Wusheng never relentlessly killed the demons, but then he was like a wild horse that had run loose. No matter who offended him, even if it was not a crime that deserved to die, he would die in his hands.

It's not that the several heads didn't think about keeping Luo Wusheng, they were irresponsible to those who died in vain, but none of them were the man of destiny who could kill Luo Wusheng.

Whether to save Luo Wusheng to counter the threat of the demons, but it is not known how many innocent lives are needed, or to kill Luo Wusheng and give those who died in vain an explanation, which can also prevent more people from dying in Luo Wusheng In the hands of the students, these two questions have been hovering in the minds of the previous heads. It was not until the generation of Master Jinghui that things took a turn for the better.

Master Jinghui sat and watched Luo Wusheng's death, as if he was just a bystander. This is the real cultivator, cold-hearted and indifferent.

"In the future, if there is any further movement in the demon clan, I would like to ask the demon king to help me a lot."

Song Si laughed.

When Master Jinghui uttered these words, it had already shown their cooperative relationship. The monster race and the human race formed an alliance. Even if the warlike demon race attacked again, the world would be safe.

In vain Luo Wusheng has been conceited all his life. In fact, he is just a small character who can be obliterated when he has no value in existence.

The medicine that Wuyu used to plot against Luo Wusheng was all provided by Song Shi. When Luo Wusheng attacked Ning Ning, Ning Ning was about to lose her soul, but she forced Wuyu to be unable to save her, Wuyu At that time, he wanted to save people with all his might, but he could only hold back and forbear, Song Shi especially appreciated it.

No matter how you say it, you have to let the child vent a bad breath, right?
So Song died.

Even real Jinghui realized that there was his handwriting behind him and did not choose to stop it. Their cooperation began at that moment.

Song Sihui will help the human world resist the invasion of the demons, and Master Jinghui wants to help him find someone.

To be precise, it is a soul.

When it comes to the art of finding people's souls, there is no one in the whole world better than the people of Xianmen.

Song Sihang looked at the immortal old man, and suddenly put a smile on his face, "Now, it's time for you to give me the answer I want."

"Go back to the place where you first met, there will naturally be a power in the dark to guide her to meet you there."

Only then did Song Shi's eyes slightly bend, and he returned to his usual approachable and good-natured appearance, "Old man, I thank you for taking care of me."

The shadow of the tree moved slightly, and the people on the tree disappeared.

The most difficult thing in the world to see through is indeed a love word.

It's a pity that Master Jinghui doesn't understand this worldly love, so he can't comment on Song Shi's father and son's obsession with love.

He took a sip from his teacup, then frowned, "Why wine?"

A little boy came out from the corner, "Didn't the head tell me that the tea is not good, so he asked me to prepare the wine?"

Obviously, it was done by Song Si.

"Palm, sect master... you!"

Master Jinghui covered his face with his hands, "Don't say too much, step back."

Xiao Daotong rubbed his eyes, but the master who was sitting under the tree had disappeared. What did he see just now?
He seems to have seen...the head of the white hair and white beard turned into a handsome young man?
This must be an illusion!
(End of this chapter)