Treading Blood to Sky’s End Chapter 620: Change in mentality

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Yuan Shuang's situation is very delicate. For example, her best friend is a court minister who has been sealed off by the government. Everyone broke off their relationship with her overnight, but she didn't care. She even went to the dungeon to visit her with a condolence gift.

What would Wu Xianyun think?

What will Guiliu and the priests think?

In order not to be implicated, we should first distance ourselves from Yuan Shuang. Anyone who has a problem with her, such as Priest Song, will definitely fan the flames. Her situation is very critical and she has to make a choice.

"You are difficult to kill, but someone among the priests can find you with the same title. You will destroy each one you possess. When you find your true body, you will play. Even if your true body dies and you are not dead, you have to pray to me. Don't kill Wu Xianyun, otherwise the whole people will restart the cultivation era, and you will be ruined, and you will be reduced to a soul wandering in this dark night for eternity. It's pitiful."

"No matter what, I can't dance with you." Yuan Shuang sneered.

"Oh, it's like I need you. Don't forget your position. It's impossible for me to cooperate with you for the sins you have committed in Baizu City."

"I really think of myself as a saint."

"I'm too lazy to care about you."

Zhang Tianliu said to the glasses: "Send them away, and Lord Fang can stay with me."

"Take care." Glasses didn't say much, he opened the gate and called Feng Ming.

Feng Ming led the confused blind man into the door.

After teleporting several times in succession, Yuan Shuang in Feng Ming’s mind was nowhere to be found. This made Feng Ming breathe a sigh of relief. She was really afraid that Yuan Shuang’s ghost would remain with her for the rest of her life!

"It's safe here. You can continue to follow me." Glasses said to the two of them.

"Thank you, sir, no need for now." The one who spoke was the blind man.

Glasses nodded, knowing that he didn't say anything to death, but wanted to leave a way to live in peace.

After the glasses left, Feng Ming apologized: "If it weren't for me..."

"Don't say anything." The blind man smiled faintly, walked to an ice stone and sat down. The coldness made him a little uncomfortable. He used the little spiritual power he had just recovered to sit down calmly. Although he was blind, But he could know Feng Ming's position. He turned to face Feng Ming and said: "I don't want to worry about the past, and you don't have to blame yourself. Your skills are not as good as others. This fate is normal in the cultivation world. Back then, Xiyou Sword Sect Isn't it true that such a blow has not defeated us when we are young, so why should we cling to the past? ”

"Don't you want revenge?" Feng Ming asked.

"Do you want to?" the blind man asked.

"I don't know, I can't hate him, only fear!"

The blind man nodded and said: "That's because you are afraid of losing more."

Feng Ming shook his head: "On the contrary, I am no different from having nothing now."

"You still have you. You can create and find everything you want while you are alive. This is actually the purpose of our monks. How many people are not alone in the vast world? After thousands of years, why? Xun, if you don’t know what you want today, you may not be able to see it in the future, so you are afraid.”

The reason why the blind man cultivates desirelessness is to make himself have no fear. During the battle with Zhang Tianliu, although Zhang Tianliu used words to provoke him, it was undeniable that he was right. His path was crooked and his mind was unstable. With the current outcome, he was lucky not to die. He would not ask for anything more, he just wanted to calm down and temper his desirelessness.

The blind man is still the same blind man, but Feng Ming has been smoothed out.

Now that she can talk to a living blind man, she is satisfied.

Take out the elixir and let the blind man take it. Feng Ming sits aside and quietly protects the blind man.

On the other side, after Zhang Tianliu figured out the ability of Lord Fang, he did not try it, but calmed the throbbing blood spirit.

The blood that the blood spirit had practiced for many years was given to Feng Ming by Zhang Tianliu along with the Seven Swords, causing the little guy to lose his temper like a poor child who had returned home.

"Okay, I'll get you a better one later. Look at that **** staffer. A humble scimitar can compete with Nine Swords. It means there is something better waiting for us to get."

Even if Zhang Tianliu couldn't comfort him, Xue Ling couldn't do anything about it, but he felt a little better and got into Zhang Tianliu's top-quality blood-dropping knife.

This guy has devoured so much monk essence and blood, so his grade is naturally not low, but how high it is depends on how strong the sword is.

Things like sword spirits are based on spirituality. For now, the level of the blood spirit is definitely not as high as the weapon spirit in Fengming. It is the most special weapon spirit Zhang Tianliu has ever seen. It is not only capable of offense and defense, but also He can judge on his own and look for the opponent's weaknesses. His blood spirit cannot do that and can only chop blindly.

Of course there are ways to improve it to this point, but it's a pity that Zhang Tianliu doesn't have the time.

After all, the way is to practice, and you need to keep fighting. Let the sword spirit accumulate experience to a certain level, and it will naturally have the ability to judge.

Zhang Tianliu was still fishing here, and Yi Zhe, who was thousands of miles away, returned to Bingdong Village after wandering on the lonely ice field for a few days.

At this time, Bingdong Village is crowded with people, and some monks are still expanding. It is obvious that they want to treat this place as their new home. It is not clear how long they can live there.

At this time, Taotao's ability came to light. With her comforting him, no one was dissatisfied with the relocation at all, and they listened to the arrangements with peace of mind.

"Boring." Yi Zhe never cared about such things. The purpose of his return was to find someone.

After walking around a few times and asking a few people, he finally found the person he was looking for, Boss Lingxu.

The boss looked at him in astonishment and asked, as if he heard something wrong: "What did you say?"

"Help me train."

"No, I know, I don't understand why you are looking for me? I am very idle? Didn't you see that a bunch of my goods are not on the shelves?"

"Let me help you." Yi Zhe took the initiative to grab the goods in the box and began to place them.

"It's wrong. Lingzhi is on the third shelf. Alas, it's wrong again. The ore is on the second shelf. You can't read it because it says it all. Forget it. Stop helping. The more you help, the more you help. I'm busy, I really don't have time to help you. You need to find someone to discuss with the village chief and let him arrange it."

"The people he found are not strong enough, and they don't have as many magic weapons as you. I'm talking about protective magic weapons."

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It wasn’t Zhang Tianliu that gave him such motivation, but the glasses!

Although he wandered around alone, he teleported back every day. When he learned that the glasses had actually captured the alien, he was not convinced.

Forget it about Zhang Tianliu, why should these four-eyed guy do it?

Even if he learned Space Slash from Zhang Tianliu, he would never be as powerful as his instant kill, but he could ignore the opponent's protective magic weapon, which is too annoying.

The more he thought about it, the more dissatisfied he became. After finding out who among the monks in Bingdong Village had the most magic weapons, he went straight to the boss.

But the boss looks like a businessman and doesn't care at all about this kind of fighting and killing. He will only be interested if you discuss business with him. Besides, he knows very well that after being entangled with an elm head like Yi Zhe, It will be very troublesome, so push as hard as you can.

But Yi Zhelai stayed in his shop, staring blankly under his eyelids, feeling like needles pricking his eyes, making him feel uncomfortable.

The boss doesn’t care. It’s not open anyway. When it does, he will have the perseverance to wait and think of a solution before it’s too late.