She's going to be a sect boss

Chapter 180
Ayun had a will to die, and the golden hairpin pierced his throat, without any hesitation, he sealed his throat with the hairpin.Blood gushed out, and soon stained her skirt red.

Song Zishu didn't have time to stop him, and when he saw the scene in front of him, his eyes turned red.

Wooden Jing fell from the tree suddenly and hugged Ah Yun.

Only Ah Yun had breathed in but not breathed out, he couldn't even speak, and stared at Mu Jing with his eyes open, dying.

As soon as Mu Jing appeared, the villagers took a step back in fright when they saw his strange appearance.

Wood spirits are actually one of the honest ones among all the spirits.

But seeing his beloved wife dying, his eyes instantly turned green, and countless branches and vines appeared on his back, and he wanted to attack everyone.

This scene frightened everyone's face.

Seeing this, Ah Yun, who was about to die, only stretched out his hand and gently tugged at her husband's sleeve, and looked at her husband tenderly.

This gentle tug seemed to have enormous power, Wooden Jing immediately retracted all the attacks.

He understands the meaning in Ayun's eyes too well. Ayun is so kind, so kind that he would kill himself, how can he let Mujing hurt others.

Mu Jing picked up his beloved wife, feeling unbearable pain, and staggeringly walked towards the cave step by step with difficulty.

The setting sun was like blood, and Mu Jing's back showed a bit of determination.

There is a saying that people are not grass and trees, who can be ruthless.

It's just that plants like the soul-reversing tree that can transform into a human form have already known the seven emotions and six desires of human beings.

Seeing that the wood spirit was no longer vicious and gradually disappeared beside the tree, someone shouted: "Burn this fairy to death!"

This sound seemed to embolden the villagers. Taking advantage of their large numbers, the villagers hurriedly lit the torches and threw the burning torches towards the huge body of the soul-returning tree.

The torch was probably stained with tung oil, but as soon as it touched the grass and branches, it quickly burst into flames, and the fire gradually increased.

Song Zishu was anxious and uncomfortable, and hurried forward, not hesitating to risk his own life, and stamped out the burning flame with his feet in a panic.

After all, he only has two feet, how could he step on the fires all around.

He looked at He Miao as if asking for help.

He Miao was indifferent to everything in front of him, but said coldly to everyone:

"Ordinary mortal fire can't kill this thousand-year-old wooden spirit. Wait for me to seal this fairy."

As soon as these words came out, Song Zishu stopped in his tracks, and turned to look at He Miao in disbelief, unable to believe that this was what she would say.

He Miao stepped forward, sprayed water vapor from his hand, and extinguished the flames.

Immediately, holding a stone in his hand, he deftly catapulted it continuously towards the huge root of the Soul-Returning Tree.

When the pebbles circled around the Soul-Returning Tree, a white mist gradually rose up, and the body of the Soul-Returning Tree became more and more blurred in the white mist, making it gradually unrecognizable.

Then He Miao pulled out the peach wood sword, raised her brows slightly, and said coldly to the crowd: "If you cut grass, you must get rid of the roots. If you don't get rid of the evil seeds, there will be endless troubles."

As he said that, holding a mahogany sword in his hand, he walked murderously towards the cave where Mu Jing had just disappeared.

Song Zishu felt cold all over his body, and his chest was filled with despair. He didn't understand why it happened?

Obviously the appearance is still the same, my master who used to laugh and scold is full of human touch, and the master who is chivalrous and righteous, suddenly becomes strange.

The person in front of her had bright and cold eyes, with a straight face, the breeze was blowing her hair, and the crimson of the setting sun was reflected on her face, staining her face with bloodthirsty color.

She was like a murderous demon, the kind who wouldn't spare even a child.

Song Zishu felt as if he had never known her before.

"Master~"

Song Zishu stumbled forward, trying to reach out to stop He Miao, but it was too late.

He Miao also disappeared at the place where Mu Jing disappeared, so he must have entered a cave.

Song Zishu had never experienced such a feeling in his life. He was at a loss, shrouded in sourness and bewilderment.

froze in place.

The sky is big and the earth is big, he only feels lonely.

He began to wonder if this was just a nightmare he experienced.

After a while, He Miao appeared again, holding a mahogany sword in one hand and a few soft saplings in the other.

Walked up to everyone, threw it on the ground, and said: "The evil seed has been eliminated."

Song Zishu knelt down on the ground in disbelief, reaching out to touch those few saplings, but he didn't dare.

He didn't want to believe that the little radishheads who were calling mother here one by one just now have become this wilted little sapling.

Obviously just now it was still a white and tender little carrot head.

What he was even more unwilling to believe was his master. How could she become such a murderous maniac?
When did she turn into that kind of heartless and unreasonable demon slayer?

Or, has she always been?
He only felt that some of the beliefs he had always held on to seemed to be shattered at this moment.

He Miao only warned everyone:
"I have sealed this monster. The monster is deceitful. You must not come here casually in the future, lest you release this monster and provoke revenge."

Seeing that Ayun was dead and the goblin had been exterminated, everyone hurriedly nodded in agreement.

He Miao thought for a while, then added: "Just in case, I will set restrictions within a hundred miles in the future, so don't go wrong."

Everyone nodded.

"How can you do this?"

Song Zishu knelt down on the ground, staring at He Miao with scarlet eyes, and said tremblingly.

He Miao waved his hand, motioning for everyone to leave first.

Seeing that He Miao didn't answer his words, Song Zishu stood up, angrily drew out his sword, and put the sword on He Miao's neck.

Seeing this, everyone hurriedly wanted to come forward to help He Miao.

He Miao just shook his head and rejected everyone.

She couldn't understand Song Zishu very well.

Even if she borrowed Song Zishu's courage, he would not dare to kill, let alone kill himself.

A villager nearby persuaded: "Little brother, how could you treat this fairy like this?"

"shut up!"

Song Zishu turned his head and said fiercely to the villager.

The villagers were taken aback, with embarrassing expressions, and took a step back, not knowing what to say.

He Miao looked at it and wanted to laugh. How to put it, it's like a docile little sheep that you have been raising before. Suddenly one day, you find that it can bite people.

"You bad guys, you are the ones who forced Sister Ayun to death, and killed her husband and child..."

Song Zishu scolded everyone in front of him, but he didn't dare to look at He Miao.

He knew that Ah Yun was forced to commit suicide, but the children were killed by his master.

"But they are demons..."

Some of the villagers still wanted to refute, but He Miao quickly shook his head to signal them to shut up and stop angering Song Zishu.

Everyone watched Song Zishu holding a sharp sword, worried that he would be implicated, and watched He Miao secretly wave his hand to signal them to leave.

The villagers went down the mountain quietly one by one.

The setting sun was about to end, and the evening wind blew away He Miao's hair. She just pursed her lips, didn't speak, and stared at Song Zishu quietly.

The boy's eyes were full of scarlet and despair, even the tip of his nose was red.

"Since you want to kill me, then do it."

He Miao's brows and eyes frowned, but he didn't care about it.

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