Zhao Shouyi grabbed Zhou Bai, his figure flashed, and he was already flying towards his cultivation room: "Come on, let's have a good heart. As the principal, I haven't had a good talk with you, the first in the school."

Zhou Bai was pressed on the sofa by Zhao Shouyi, his eyes rolling around, and his face looked helpless.

Zhao Shouyi asked, "How is it? Is it still adaptable to the life of the special training class?"

"Well, everyone is pretty good." Zhou Bai's eyes moved slightly and looked at the photo beside him. There was a photo of a man and a woman and Xiao Pei. The man was handsome, tall and thin, and the woman had a round face. She didn't look particularly beautiful, but gave people a strong sense of affinity.

Zhou Bai said curiously: "Is that Xiao Pei's parents?"

Speaking of which, Zhou Bai has never seen Xiao Pei’s parents look like.

Zhao Shouyi smiled slightly when he heard this: "Yes, they... died in the previous operation to capture the Fantian Sect."

Zhou Bai's eyes were slightly stunned: "I'm sorry."

Zhao Shouyi smiled slightly: "It's nothing, they sacrificed for humanity, I just feel proud of them."

Zhou Bai's eyes were deep and said to himself: "Xiao Pei's parents were killed by the Fantian Sect? Does Lin Muqing know about this?"

Zhao Shouyi said, "Okay, stop talking about these things. We are going to talk about your problems now. Tell me about your distress, Zhou Bai."

Zhou Bai hesitated in his heart, should he try to hint to Xiao Pei’s problem with Zhao Shouyi?

...

In front of the tombstones, Li Xiuzhu's thoughts moved slightly, and the power of his soul swept away, sweeping away all the dust on the tombstone, revealing the portraits on it.

"Friends, it's almost...we're about to succeed."

Li Xiuzhu's eyes turned and saw the portraits of a man and a woman. The man was handsome, tall and thin, with an innocent and cheerful smile on his face. The woman had a round face. She didn't look particularly beautiful, but she gave people a strong sense of affinity.

"Zhao Xuan, Jingshu, I'm sorry... I didn't protect your daughter."

Li Xiuzhu's eyes closed slightly, and the past was recalled in her mind.

5 years ago.

In the neat and clean village, a woman with a round face was using her soul needle and was healing a little girl.

Seeing the little girl's breathing gradually stabilized, she looked at Li Xiuzhu and asked, "Her condition has stabilized and is not in danger of life. What are you going to do?"

"Don't be nervous, Miss Jingshu. I have no malice to bring you here, I just hope you can treat this girl." Li Xiuzhu said slowly: "The medical conditions here are still insufficient, and my medical cultivation cannot treat her, so I can only make this decision."

"Hmph, if you don't have a doctor, will you rob the doctor here?" Jingshu said coldly: "It's really a cult style."

"I'm sorry. After Xiaoen's health is healed, I will send you back and will never hurt you."

Jingshu snorted lightly, without saying a word, but turned her head and looked out the window. This village of the Fantian Cult was far more peaceful and peaceful than she thought. It was completely different from what a cult organization should have.

She looked at the villagers on the street and couldn't help asking: "Will they be exposed to the wilderness directly?

"What is distortion?" Li Xiuzhu smiled: "Isn't our cultivation process also a kind of distortion? Perhaps in addition to rejecting him, it is also a way to take the initiative to accept him."

Jingshu: "Crazy words."

"Are you crazy talk? Why don't you take a look with your own eyes? Whether it is the way of heaven or the life on this planet, they are far stronger than we think." Li Xiuzhu's tone seemed to have a strange charm, as if she was constantly bewitching Jingshu's mind.

"I once lived alone in a war zone in the wild, in order to escape the pursuit of the demons."

"But I did not become a monster, nor did I die."

Jingshu said coldly: "That's because your cultivation is strong enough!"

"If you have strong cultivation, you can resist the distortion of the heavenly way?" Li Xiuzhu said: "Who is this? Is the logical relationship between this really okay?"

"Why can one have the inspiration to resist pollution with strong cultivation? You can stay in the wild longer?"

Jingshu turned her head and said, "I don't want to discuss these fallacies with you."

Just then, screams and roars came.

Li Xiuzhu frowned, and her figure flashed, and she was already rushing towards the place where the sound came.

But when he arrived, there were only corpses all over the ground, and his subordinates who were still fighting and Zhao Xuan.

Then I saw Zhao Xuan pinch his sword technique, and a purple flying sword passed by like lightning, with a cold face and murderous aura soaring into the sky.

These cultists have really touched his reverse scales by plundering his wife.

Fortunately, Jingshu had the sword talisman he planted himself on her body, so he couldn't wait to chase him, and the large army was about to arrive not far behind.

"stop!"

The soul power that filled every inch of air rushed towards him. Li Xiuzhu subdued Zhao Xuan as fast as possible, but looking at the corpse on the ground, his eyes still showed a deep pain.

"Mr. Zhao Xuan, I can only ask you to have a sleep next time." Li Xiuzhu sighed, knocked Zhao Xuan unconscious, and then injected Zhao Xuan's body with his soul power, blocking the other party's cultivation.

Then Li Xiuzhu shouted: "Everyone is ready to move, the troops of the Heavenly Court must be not far away."

But three hours later, a high-speed car was on the way.

Li Xiuzhu looked at a boy with an ugly expression. At the foot of the boy was Zhao Xuan's body.

"You killed Zhao Xuan?" Li Xiuzhu sighed. He didn't expect that the young man would take action after Zhao Xuan Xiuwei was sealed by him and the person was knocked out and locked up.

"He killed my dad! How many of us did the troops he brought to kill?!" The young man stared at Li Xiuzhu and said, "You have always told us that immortals and gods are equal to humans. Then can't ordinary people take revenge on monks?"

Facing the silent Li Xiuzhu, the young man said, "Master, I won't make you embarrassed. I know he is the husband of Sister Jingshu. I can live with my life. But the revenge of killing my father cannot be ignored."

As he said that, black blood slowly flowed out of the corner of the boy's mouth, and a strong fishy smell spread out from his blood.

Li Xiuzhu's face changed, and his soul suddenly wrapped around the boy's body and stuffed a doll into his hand: "Use the second hexagram!"

The boy looked at him, smiled, and shook his head: "Master, I'm sorry, actually after I took action... I regret it a little. Really... I'm sorry."

Seeing his body starting to cool down, and then his distorted corpse continued to deform and twisted, Li Xiuzhu sighed, and his soul power activated, crushing the transformed corpse of the boy into powder.

Li Xiuzhu slowly woke up from the memories, and he stroked his forehead: "It's coming again, the number of memories is getting more and more."

He touched the tombstone in front of him and sighed: "I have the confidence to defeat the demons, and I have the plan to eliminate the immortals and gods, but when the demons and the heavenly court disappeared, I still have no way to untie the hatred that has been planted on this planet."
Chapter completed!