Perfect world battle blood stained nine days

Chapter 51 The Dao Heart Is Unstable
Walking through the ruins step by step, Shi Zhan picked up a pile of rubbish, which was tantamount to finding nothing.

"Good materials are actually in the big forces, I should go to Butian Pavilion to find them."

Shi Zhan looked in one direction. Two years later, the Butian Pavilion was destroyed, and the treasures inside were all at the expense of others, so it was better to get them by yourself.

It is a powerful force that has survived from the First World War in ancient times to the present, and its background must be extremely profound. Last time he hurried out of the Holy Court, he hadn't found such items as diamond liquid and sky repairing technique, so he should look for it this time.

"Well, Xiaobudian is almost nine years old. If everything develops according to the original book, I will probably come to Butian Pavilion, but I don't know if Qingfeng will be there. Alas, too many things have changed in the past few years, and the future is out of control. .”

Shi Zhan talked to himself, using a set of runes in the original truth to obliterate his own energy, hide his energy, and turned into an ordinary boy.

Those whose realm is lower than his can't see his details, even if they use some treasures, they can't sense him.

A few days later, he came to Butian Pavilion again, dressed in ordinary clothes, and came together with several spirit bodies.

The spirit body can freely change its life and age, which is the embodiment of nourishing the spirit, but very few monks raise a spirit body of the opposite sex.

When Shi Zhan came here, there were already many people.

Recently, Butian Pavilion began to enroll students on a large scale. Many big tribes not far away sent outstanding teenagers to study, and some princes who were far away sent children here for some special things.

He followed an old man with a spiritual body, followed by four armored spiritual bodies, stained with animal blood, they were not ordinary people at first glance.

Some people took the initiative to get out of the way, and they felt the murderous aura from the bloody armor of the guards.

"Isn't this a member of the Ning tribe? I remember that their tribe was attacked by fierce beasts some time ago, and many tribes in a radius of thousands of miles were wiped out." A passer-by recognized the armor on Shi Zhan's spirit body.

"So, this may be the last blood of the Ning clan? He went to Butian Pavilion, but he survived." Some people looked at Shi Zhan, showing pity.

What a poor child, the family has been wiped out, I'm afraid I don't know yet.

"Ning tribe, this way, this way!" Some tribes neighboring the Ning tribe beckoned to Shi Zhan. They had already received the news of the destruction of their family and tribe, and they were very sad.

Seeing the people in the nearby tribes at this moment, the hatred in the past is gone, as if seeing family members, only kindness remains.

The atmosphere in this area is very sad. They are all disciples of the tribe within the ten thousand miles range where the Sky Swallowing Sparrow was destroyed. After receiving the news from the False God Realm, they experienced various mood changes, and now they gather together.

Shi Zhan was silent. The tribe of these people in the original book will not be destroyed. It is his butterfly that changed the future and caused countless people to be robbed.

"Don't be sad, your tribe left late, I thought it was okay for you to be wiped out, and you left your blood." The old man of the Dugu tribe called Shi Zhan.

Seeing Shi Zhan's expression was silent, he could only sigh. The child was too young to walk out of the shadow of his tribe being destroyed by the fierce beast.

"What's your name? Why haven't I seen you before? The genius of your tribe, Ning Feng, hasn't come?" The child from the Dugu tribe took the initiative to step forward.

"They're all dead, they're all dead, and I'm the only one left." Shi Zhan didn't know how to answer, and subconsciously remembered the ruins of the thousands of miles he had walked through, and felt sad for a while.

He once saw that in a stone house, meals were already set on the table, and several benches were neatly arranged, but no one could enjoy it.

The swallowing bird opened its mouth, and those mortals were like dust sucked by a vacuum cleaner, unable to resist at all, and they were all swallowed into their stomachs.

Click!

He remembered the last look he gave in his direction when Tuntianque left, as if after all, these people died because of you...

Shi Zhan's figure shook, so many people were killed by him.

"Oh." The old man of the Dugu Tribe sighed.

"What's your name?" Dugu Renxiong asked.

"Me? My name is Ning Zhan." Shi Zhan raised his head, his face was pale, and he fell into deep self-blame.

"Ning Zhan, be strong, my name is Dugu Xiao, you should have heard my name, the most talented genius of the Dugu tribe!" Dugu Renxiong's grandson walked up to comfort Shi Zhan.

"Hi, I'm fine." Shi Zhan showed an ugly smile.

"Is that person your grandfather?" Dugu asked in a low voice with a smile, his eyes kept on looking at that old man Shi Zhan.

"It's my grandfather. My grandfather is very strong. He led us here alone." Shi Zhan showed an expression of admiration.

"That's really a good sword. Your grandfather must be a master of swords." Dugu smiled and swept Shi Zhanling's back.

"Well, he's very strong." Shi Zhan looked at the young man seriously with strange expressions in his eyes.

"Xiaoxiao, he likes swords since he was very young. He is the best swordsman in our tribe. This time, he was sent to Butian Pavilion to seek more advanced swordsmanship." Dugu Renxiong said, looking at the boy with relief.

"It is said that the ancestor of Butian Pavilion was a strong man with a sword. You can definitely find powerful swordsmanship in it." Shi Zhan pulled out a forced smile.

"Thank you, Ning Zhan, we will definitely be able to re-establish the family tribe, let's work hard together." Dugu Xiao said sincerely.

"Come on." Shi Zhan's gloomy face seemed to have dissipated, revealing a sincere smile.

"Not bad kid, come on, I'll teach you a simple sword technique." The spirit old man turned around.

"Grandpa." Dugu looked at his grandfather with a smile, asking if he could accept other people's kindness.

"Brother Ning can't do it, swordsmanship is a tribal secret art and should not be passed on lightly!" Dugu Renxiong waved his hand and refused.

"Brother Dugu, you are being polite. My Ning clan has been exterminated. What rules do I have? My grandson doesn't like to learn swords, but he likes knives. If my sword skills are not passed on, I'm afraid it will be buried in history. "Shi Zhan's spiritual body sighed.

"Brother Dugu, if you are really sorry, I think you are carrying a big knife, we might as well make an exchange." Shi Zhan, an old man with a spiritual body, stroked his beard and smiled.

"Well, yes, my saber technique is about to be lost." Dugu Renxiong sighed.

"Forget it, it's just to exchange treasures with each other. The ancestors of our Dugu tribe once followed a prince of the Shi Kingdom and made great achievements. He was rewarded with this treasure by the then Emperor of the Shi Kingdom." Dugu Renxiong sighed.

"Dugu tribe? I remember that in the history of this tribe, there was a great person, known as the Dugu Sword King, who killed a pure-blooded king on the battlefield of hundreds of tribes. Under the pressure of Shenshan, he tried his best to protect Dugu Sword King, and even wanted to be crowned king, but Dugu Sword King refused, but the title of prince has been passed down."

In the crowd, a passer-by from Bai Xiaosheng, who was well versed in the past and present, exclaimed.

"Oh, it's all the same year, and now only our grandfather and grandson are left in the Dugu tribe." Dugu Renxiong sighed.

"So, Brother Dugu and I exchanged treasures, and Brother Dugu suffered a loss. How about this, I will use this sword in exchange." Shi Zhanling took off the sword embryo on his back, which he used to collect. It was made of divine iron, mixed with such fetishes as eternal blue gold, and Shi Zhan was also very reluctant.

However, because of him, so many tribes were wiped out. Looking at the dozen or so silent children present, he felt very guilty.

"I finally understand the taste of karma." Shi Zhan lowered his head, how could he be equal to his lost relatives with a divine sword... By doing this, he could only stabilize his Dao heart and not feel so guilty anymore.

Because no amount of Jingbi (the currency circulated among monks in the lower world in the perfect world, which is equivalent to the spirit stone in the world of cultivating immortals) can't exchange for the lives of relatives.

(End of this chapter)