In the cold breeze of the night, Zhang Wei wandered alone in the quiet village.

At this time, he was indescribably depressed, and he wanted to be quiet alone, and the reason for all this was due to a series of objective evaluations of the village chief Xiong Xiong on Zhang Wei's bloodline that was detected:

It's a pity! Brother Zhang Wei is such a good person, but he ended up with such a useless bloodline.

I didn't hear it wrong at all, for the first time I heard it, it was a boom, and it was even known as being able to 'fight three dragons and two Jiao' to look at the sky's bloodline, and this is how the bear commented.

Normally, the more high-end the power of the bloodline, the better.

But the problem is that if it is too high-end, the difficulty of its growth and activation is often desperate.

And the progress made by using the exercises commonly used in this mountain forest is extremely slow, and often before the power of the bloodline is successfully stimulated, the grave of the owner of this bloodline has already grown three feet high.

In the history of this mountain forest in the past few hundred years, there have actually been two or three unlucky eggs with such bloodlines as Wangtianqiu.

Their lifelong efforts have failed to activate the power of the bloodline.

The only change in themselves is that they are becoming more and more able to eat, and the large amount of food they need to consume every day is a burden on the village compared to the increase in physical fitness and recovery ability at the same time.

In the end, because of this unlucky bloodline, these two poor guys are said to have never even married a wife.

After talking about the facts and reasoning, Zhang Wei only felt that his whole heart was cool and cool, and he had already felt God's deep malice towards him and the old Zhang family......

Thanks to the hardships of life, Zhang Wei has a strong heart.

After wandering around the village for a while, he gradually thought about it, isn't it just that he can't activate the power of the bloodline?

In that huge world outside, not to mention the power of the bloodline, even ordinary people who can't cultivate account for the vast majority of the number, and they don't live and give birth to dolls like this.

Thinking of giving birth to dolls, Zhang Wei estimated that the next generation of the old Zhang family in the future would have half a chance of inheriting Liu Rong's Vermilion Bird bloodline.

Suddenly, Zhang Wei felt that this matter was not a big deal.

Even at this time, he still had a strong sense of pride and accomplishment in improving the bloodline for the old Zhang family.

After figuring it out, Zhang Wei planned to return to the village chief's wooden house, taking advantage of the current safe environment to cultivate his true yuan.

I'm afraid that from now on, he can no longer count on the power of the bloodline, and he can only take advantage of his cultivation to increase his strength.

It was only at this time that Zhang Wei found that he had slipped into the center of the village in a trance of his thoughts.

The stone pillar that quietly emitted a soft glow in the night was in front of me at this time.

Even if it was not the first time to stand next to such a stone pillar, Zhang Wei was still full of irrepressible admiration for the beautiful lines on it.

For him, this is the most beautiful work of art in the world.

Of course, Zhang Wei, who has already suffered a big loss, naturally does not dare to follow the depiction as if he is dying.

But he also made up his mind in his heart that one day, he would get these beautiful lines and what secrets they contained.

Reluctantly glanced at the stone pillar in front of him, and just as Zhang Wei was about to turn around and leave, he suddenly noticed a familiar strangeness on his body.

He had already experienced more than two hundred times of tingling, and when it did, he could be sure that it was one o'clock in the night.

Military coat Zhang Dixian, the inevitable time for transformation has come again.

Fortunately, because of the threat of those heavenly demons, the people of the village have never been attacked by wild beasts and other villages at night.

Therefore, at this point in time, everyone in the village either went to bed early, or they were nourishing their blood.

At the same time, they did not arrange sentries and had the habit of keeping vigil outside at night, but Zhang Wei's sudden transformation was not discovered by anyone.

Zhang Wei, who was glad for this, was just about to quickly exchange for a bayonet and shave off the beard on his face.

However, just when he inadvertently swept his eyes over the stone pillar, he found that the stone pillar in front of him gave him a completely different feeling

The last time he saw the stone pillar, he just felt a little kind.

Now it feels like the stone pillar suddenly has life, and it is using a silent method to tell Zhang Wei what is faintly speaking.

In an instant, Zhang Wei abandoned all the distractions in his heart.

What shaves, washes his face, what useless blood, and even the ghosts in his nose that have always made him faintly worried, these are all no longer important.

Like an idiot, Zhang Wei stood stupidly in front of the stone pillar, and stood for a long time.

An hour before the dawn came, Zhang Wei, whose feet were already numb, suddenly disappeared completely from the silent narration in his mind.

When the voice disappeared, Zhang Wei felt indescribably strange, he seemed to understand something, but if he really wanted to think about it, it was a mushy head.

This feeling is really indescribably strange......

Before dawn came and the villagers of Mangshan Village officially woke up, Zhang Wei left the village without saying goodbye.

Before leaving, he exchanged Nokia for a hundred bayonets and two hundred bottles of sake, and quietly left them outside the door of the village chief's wooden house.

It can be regarded as an expression of the help that Mangshan Village and Xi Xiong helped him, and after that, Zhang Wei escaped into a somewhat thin night.

And the reason why I couldn't even wait for dawn was that I left quietly.

Zhang Wei mainly didn't want to shave off the beard in his chin, he could already conclude that under Zhang Dixian's image, it was the key to everything that happened yesterday.

Just like after becoming this image, his ability to perceive this aspect has been greatly improved.

In order to figure out what he got in this rare insight, for a while he didn't dare to let his image return to Zhang Wei's appearance.

In this way, Zhang Wei maintained the classic image of Zhang Dixian and continued to move towards the depths of the mountains and forests.

It's a pity that the extra thing in his head, like a naughty elf, is obviously constantly dangling in front of Zhang Wei's eyes, but he can't catch it in his hand.

At more than four o'clock in the afternoon of the same day, Zhang Wei once again found a ruin, and there were also stone pillars in the ruins.

And such ruins seem to have a considerable number throughout the mountains.

For this reason, Zhang Wei finished eating and drinking early, stood on the stone pillar and waited for the night to come, in anticipation that the stone pillar would convey a message to him again.

However, Zhang Wei was disappointed, he waited for a night, and he never entered that wonderful state again.

Three days later, Zhang Wei had entered the hinterland of the mountains after the depths of the road.

Finally, Zhang Wei caught something unspeakable in a flash of inspiration in his head, and after biting his finger, he used his finger to draw on the ground.

A Beidou Demon Slayer was completed in one go, and the smoothness made him extremely surprised.

After carefully observing it, the texture of this Beidou Demon Slayer Talisman has changed a little slightly, but it is precisely this little change that makes Zhang Wei be sure that the power of the talisman is at least fifty percent greater.

In this moment, there were a little more thoughts in the mind of this thing.