Half an hour ago.
The sword thorn layer is still dark and dark, shrouded by the sharp sword intent and the ghost body rushing from all sides.
Xiao Ran bit into pieces of the Swallowing Beast Beast Pill, and the thin pulp spirit poured into his throat, infiltrated his dantian, and merged into the sea of qi.
After nibbling on the last drop of resources he had collected, he gritted his teeth to withstand the dark soul pressure, the sword intent of sword after sword, and the surging ghost attacks.
On the basis of not using the bones of the master's blood moon, the uncle's blood bursting pill, and the power of second-order resonance, he only relied on the massive resources he had collected, the pill wall reinforced by Jiaodan, and the power of first-order resonance. Today, the Qi-refining cultivation base has finally seen the broad avenue leading to the top of the Sword Tomb.
Heaven step!
He looked from a distance, as if he saw the beautiful holy light of the fairyland...
Just as he was about to step up, he suddenly frowned, looked east, and then looked west.
As if attracted by something, he didn't move a step for a long time.
The blood mist shrouded the sky, the ghost body was cruising back and forth, and the sword intent was lingering, but he no longer attacked him, but made way for him.
His eyes were calm and motionless, and he just stood there for a quarter of an hour, as if he was in a state of concentration.
Until Sa Sa's sword intent suddenly rotated, gathered, and condensed into a figure in white, which appeared in front of him impressively.
The figure in white is not very tall, the appearance and figure are very vague, and he can only barely maintain an image and temperament.
However, there is the spiritual coercion of the Mahayana realm!
Give you a kind of majestic overlooking the common people, accommodate the vastness of the universe, go through the vicissitudes of infinite years, endure suffering and experience the sadness of hell.
Little fog
Not like.
Xiao Ran should have been shocked, but was attracted by something else, and his heart was calm.
After staring at Xiao Ran for a while, he was slightly surprised, but a faceless figure in white clothes suddenly appeared.
Bai Yi folded his hands and turned his side, his voice fluttering, he slowly asked:
"You can go forward, why stop?"
Only then did Xiao Ran see clearly that this was just a remnant of a soul.
The pressure of the Mahayana realm is limited to soul power, and the fluctuation of spiritual pressure is not as strong as that of a qi cultivator. It can be said that it has its own shape.
As for Xiao Ran's physique and the Heavenly Rank resonating mind technique, what he was most afraid of was the soul attack.
Perhaps, this is the source of his calmness.
When encountering a suspicious stranger, don't answer his questions casually, ask them first.
"Who are you?"
The figure in white stood with his head raised, his feet on the grass, like a ghost hanging in the air.
"Don't today's sword bearers even know the sect master?"
When Xiao Ran heard it, he remembered that this voice was very similar to the old voice that was introduced to the elders meeting at that time.
The difference is that one is the vigorous vigor of middle-aged people, and the other is the sound of dying candles.
It is indeed the remnant of the master!
Moreover, judging from the degree of decay of the soul power of this remnant soul, it has at least a history of more than 5,000 years.
The Sect Master is obviously not dead yet, and people are still dozing off in the underground cave of the main peak. What are they doing here five thousand years ago with a remnant soul
Xiao Ran did not treat him respectfully, but responded.
"It's only half a month since the disciple started, and he doesn't know the remnant soul of the head."
The figure in white sighed.
"You dare to take up the sword after half a month of entry. Is it because your talent is too high, or is Zongzhishan down?"
Xiao Ran said calmly:
"All."
Bai Yi smiled calmly.
"The alchemy wall is reinforced with Jiaodan powder, and the eyebrows and the distraction powerhouse fuse blood. Only when I came here, I have filled up dozens of spiritual power Zhoutian... If such a talent can be considered high, it is not only Zongzhi. The mountain will fall, and the entire cultivation world will not be saved."
The corners of Xiao Ran's eyes twitched slightly, was the head so vicious when he was young
He is not cowardly, and even in order to hide his true purpose, he asked back:
"Then why did you show up?"
Bai Yi calmly said:
"Because you are the only one who can go to the higher level of the sword grave for eight thousand years, but choose not to do so."
Xiao Ran pouted.
"Maybe I've been mentally attacked?"
Bai Yi shook his head.
"The only thing you can't get is a soul attack. You can see me and have a peaceful conversation with me, which means that there are no more than three people in this world that can cause you soul damage..."
Saying this, he suddenly sighed:
"Unexpectedly, the most difficult thing to learn in the golden age is the empty mind method of all things, and it can still be mastered by people in the age of the end of the law."
So far, Xiao Ran has completely ruled out the suspicion of Bai Yi.
He couldn't be Xiao Wu, or any other Black Ring group friends.
But Xiao Ran would not let his guard down because of this, and Xiao Wu might be observing nearby.
"I just feel sorry for the deceased, so I forgot to move. Alas, failure is the mother of success. Next time, let's take the sword."
He pretended to be sorry.
But failed to deceive Bai Yi.
"Oh, after all, it is the era of the end of the law. It is natural for you to have such caution. If you were in the era I lived in, you would be a generation of madmen."
Are filial piety madmen also mad
Xiao Ran didn't say anything.
The figure in white turned around, faceless and expressionless.
"With your state of mind, there's no need to fortify me. I'm just a remnant of my soul, and I can't hurt you in the slightest. The reason why I stay here and haven't dispersed for a long time is to pay homage to an old friend."
Xiao Ran has determined that this remnant soul is a one-time high-level soul law ban.
Its spiritual power is weak, and the purpose may only be to guide the sword bearer to choose swords, and it cannot communicate with the master deity.
Xiao Ran stayed here for his reasons.
And Xiao Wu's body may be nearby, he wants to hide as much as possible, and doesn't want to be too ostentatious.
I don't know your friend well, you go.
Xiao Ran did not show any interest.
"This has nothing to do with the juniors."
The figure in white froze slightly.
I thought that this junior was too cautious. With his strength, it is impossible to find the strangeness around him.
"The broken sword of an old friend fell in the Sword and Thorns Forest. I want to find a successor for him to stay here and never disperse. It is also fate that you can perceive it. Let me ask you - are you willing to inherit his broken sword? "
Insane, who will inherit Broken Sword
This word cannot be mentioned in front of a man.
"I don't want to."
Xiao Ran categorically refused.
The figure in white said again:
"You... do you have something to fear nearby?"
I'm not, I'm not, don't talk nonsense!
"No."
Bai Yi smiled and said:
"Don't worry, this sword and thorn forest is now covered by my spirit domain, and even other Mahayana monks of the same period can't see what happened here."
Xiao Ran was silent for a while.
He could feel the remnant soul's intention to pay homage to old friends and find a successor.
This kind of intention to be fulfilled even surpassed the concern for his deity Qian Junzi.
Bai Yi didn't lie.
Even a Mahayana cultivator, when his spiritual power is so weak, lies in front of his second-order resonance mind with a pure soul body...
impossible.
Xiao Ran raised his head and looked around. The information he saw was basically consistent with what Bai Yi said.
It seems that it is indeed safe here.
If you don't do it yourself, this one-time restraint on the remnant of the soul will soon disappear with the wind, and you will not be able to rest your eyes.
For the real master... He rushed.
Xiao Ran raised his head and looked directly at the floating white clothes that seemed to be hanging in the air.
"If it's two broken swords from the same sword... maybe I can condescend to take the sword too."
Bai Yi smiled calmly.
"The old man will not misunderstand people."
Come on, find the heir, cross the river and demolish the bridge all at once, and don't even call yourself me in a low voice.
Xiao Ran opened his hands slightly and said indifferently:
"Sword come-"
A gust of cold wind blows.
Shit, no response!
So embarrassing.
Xiao Ran's spiritual power was empty, and the sword was inserted too deep, so that his sword-fighting technique did not pull out the broken sword.
It seems that I was too wary of Xiaowu before, but after I lost all my worries, I suddenly got carried away...
too young!
The mountain is not just me, I can only be the mountain.
Xiao Ran stepped up embarrassedly, went to the weeds in the east, and pulled out a broken sword with a handle that was inserted deep into it. Then, he ran to the west and pulled out the small half of the broken sword with only the tip of the sword exposed.
Back in the middle, holding two swords in both hands, he stared for a long time.
The two broken swords were stained with different kinds of soil and weeds.
But the material of the inner core is exactly the same, they are all ordinary black iron.
The fracture was covered with mud, and the divine sense penetrated, and it could be clearly seen that the fracture was completely centrally symmetric and came from the same sword.
Actually.
Xiao Ran has never seen the rank of this sword.
He was only deeply attracted by some kind of silent and unyielding will, so that he endured wave after wave of attacks, and when he saw the holy light leading to the Heavenly Sword Tomb, he was about to step up—
However, he unexpectedly discovered that there is a sword intent that is connected to each other, and the unyielding sword intent that wants to integrate into one lies in front of him.
Like a lot of lotus root, it is so subtle that he has the power of second-order resonance, and it is only faintly visible.
Looking left and right, I found that the two ends of the sword intent filament were actually two broken swords from the same sword body.
It's not easy!
Against the Netherworld, after death, the broken sword can be kept intact, and at the same time, it is hidden and connected, waiting for those who can see.
There is a ghost battle, and there is a lack of swords in death. This is common sense.
Legend has it that this is the means by which the poison destroys the will of the monks...
And this pair of broken swords will not only be broken and not lacking after the sword holder's death, but also secretly connected, waiting for a new sword holder.
How powerful this is, and how low-key it is!
Even all the elders of Zongzhishan in the past dynasties did not notice, otherwise they would not have left it in the sword and spine layer...
Unbreakable and extremely tough material!
The avenue that melts into heaven and earth hides!
Isn't this the most suitable sword for resonance swordsmanship
Xiao Ran stopped, and was so engrossed that he forgot to lift his legs to walk.
He couldn't be 100% sure whether the rank of this sword had reached the heaven rank, but its character attracted him inexplicably.
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It was not until the appearance of the white-clothed remnant that he realized that he might be about to pick up a treasure.
Xiao Ran held two broken swords standing with mud and weeds in his hands, and was overjoyed.
The day when the broken sword is recast, when the sword god returns.
He seemed to see this scene.
It doesn't matter if the heavenly rank is not the heavenly rank, as long as you can take advantage of it.
The remnant in white clothes could see the joy in his heart, he raised his head and sighed, with recollection and relief in his eyes, and finally all turned into amazement.
Staring at Xiao Ran, he asked for a long time:
"What's your name?"
Xiao Ran raised his head, holding the broken sword in his hand, and bowed.
"Disciple Xiao Ran has seen the real person in charge."
This kid, you don't even want to call me a real master before you have a sword!
But he's not the real boss either.
It's just that the head Qian Junzi left a remnant soul in memory of an old friend, and he didn't expect this sword to find an heir.
Because it was an unexpected joy, before Xiao Ran Chengjian, he had been hiding and suppressing shock and excitement.
After resolving his friend's funeral, he no longer needs to exist. Before dissipating, he slowly opened his mouth and said:
"Qian Junzi... is he still alive?"
Xiao Ran nodded.
"Sect Master Master will pass the calamity in three years."
Bai Yi sighed:
"Even he was injured... Life and death are a matter of life, and the future of this world is ultimately in the hands of young people."
Xiao Ran was puzzled and said:
"In the age of the end of the law, the spiritual energy is declining, shouldn't young people be getting weaker and weaker?"
Bai Yi shook his head.
"It's true for the mediocre, but in troubled times, heroes emerge. For the real strong, the more they are sharpened, the brighter they become, and the era of the end of the law will stimulate their hidden potential... The truly interesting era is coming. I was able to see one of them with my own eyes.”
Uh…
Xiao Ran's feeling at the moment is like a young cute newcomer who has just joined the group, surrounded by a group of real bigwigs, shouting:
[The boss is here, group status -1!]
"Don't breastfeed me, I just practice qi."
Xiao Ran hurriedly explained.
Unexpectedly, the figure in white smiled, and his body was like dust, slowly dissipating in the vast blood mist.
Only one lingering sound left the blood mist, deafening and screaming—
"You have stood above the sky."