My Debauched Devotion

half an hour ago.

The sword thorn layer was still in the dark, shrouded by sharp sword intents and ghost bodies coming from all directions.

Xiao Ran crushed the pulp-swallowing beast pill, and poured the thin pulp into his throat, soaking the dantian and melting into the sea of ​​Qi.

After eating the last drop of resources he collected, he gritted his teeth and endured the pressure of the dark soul, sword after sword intent Ling Chi, and the flood of wraith attacks.

On the basis of not using the bone of the master's blood moon, the explosive blood pill of the uncle, and the power of the second-order resonance, he only relied on the massive resources he searched, the pill wall reinforced by the jiao pill, and the power of the first-order resonance, and he was able to use the power of the first-order resonance. Qi refining cultivation level cleared the clouds today, and finally saw the broad road leading to the top of the sword mound.

Heaven!

He looked from afar, as if he saw the magnificent holy light of the fairy world...

When he was about to step up, he suddenly frowned, looked to the east and then to the west.

As if attracted by something, he was stunned for a long time without moving a step.

The blood mist covered the sky, the ghost body was cruising back and forth, the sword intent was constantly lingering, but he no longer attacked him, but made way for him.

His eyes were calm and unmoving, and he stood there for a quarter of an hour, as if he had fallen into a trance.

Until Sa Sa's sword intent suddenly spun, gathered, and condensed into a white-clothed figure, which appeared in front of him impressively.

The figure in white is not very tall, his appearance and figure are very vague, and he can barely maintain an image and temperament.

However, it has the soul coercion of the Mahayana realm!

It gives you a sense of majesty overlooking the common people, accommodating the vastness of the universe, experiencing the vicissitudes of infinite years, enduring suffering and experiencing the desolation of hell.

Misty?

not like.

Xiao Ran should have been shocked, but he was attracted by other things, and his heart was very peaceful.

After staring at Xiao Ran for a moment, what surprised him was the sudden faceless figure in white clothes.

Bai Yi turned sideways with his hands behind his back, and asked slowly in a reckless voice:

"You can go forward,

Why stop? "

Only then did Xiao Ran see clearly that this was just a remnant soul.

The coercion of the Mahayana realm is limited to soul power, and its spiritual pressure fluctuations are not as strong as that of a Qi refining monk, so it can be said that it has no shape.

And Xiao Ran's physique endowed with the five elements and the heaven-level resonance mentality, what he is least afraid of is the attack of the soul.

Perhaps, this is the source of his calmness.

When you meet a suspicious stranger, don't answer his questions casually, ask first.

"Who are you?"

The figure in white stood upright with his head raised, his feet on the grass, like a ghost hanging in the air.

"Don't the sword bearers today even know the head of the sect?"

As soon as Xiao Ran heard it, he remembered that this voice was very similar to the old voice that was heard in the elders' meeting at that time.

The difference is that one is the exuberant spirit of the middle-aged, and the other is the sound of dying candles.

It is indeed the remnant soul of the master!

Moreover, judging by the degree of decline in the soul power of this remnant soul, it has a history of at least five thousand years.

The head of the sect is obviously not dead yet, and he is still dozing in the underground cave on the main peak. What is the remnant soul doing here five thousand years ago?

Xiao Ran didn't immediately treat him respectfully, but only responded.

"It's only half a month since the disciple started, and he doesn't know the remnant soul of the master."

The figure in white let out a long sigh.

"Dare to bear the sword within half a month after you started. Is it because your talent is too high, or is it that Zongzhi Mountain has fallen to this point?"

Xiao Ran said calmly:

"Both."

Bai Yi smiled calmly.

"Danbi is reinforced with jiaodan powder, and the brows are fused with the distracted strong man. He has filled up dozens of spiritual energy circles just now... If such a talent can be considered high, it is not only Zong Zhishan will fall, and the entire cultivation world will also be lost."

The corners of Xiao Ran's eyes twitched slightly, was the sect master so vicious when he was young?

He was not cowardly, and even asked back in order to hide the real purpose in his heart:

"Then why did you show up?"

Bai Yi calmly said:

"Because you are the only one in the past eight thousand years who could have walked to a higher level of Sword Tomb, but chose not to take a single step."

Xiao Ran pouted.

"Maybe I've been mentally attacked?"

Bai Yi shook his head.

"The only thing you can't be attacked by is the soul attack. You can see me, and you can talk to me calmly, which means that there are no more than three people in this world who can cause soul damage to you..."

Saying this, he suddenly sighed:

"Unexpectedly, the most difficult thing to learn in the golden age is the mind method of the emptiness of all things, but it can still be mastered by people in the Dharma-ending age."

So far, Xiao Ran has 100% ruled out the suspicion of white clothes.

He couldn't be Xiaowu, or other friends of the Black Ring group.

But Xiao Ran will not let down his vigilance just because of this, maybe Xiao Wu is probably watching nearby.

"I just felt sorry for the dead and forgot to move. Alas, failure is the mother of success. Come to Chengjian next time."

He feigned regret.

But he couldn't fool Bai Yi.

"Well, after all, it is the age of doomsday. It is only natural for you to be cautious. If it were in the era I lived in, people like you would be a generation of madmen."

Is a filial madman considered mad?

Xiao Ran didn't say anything.

The figure in white turned around, with no face and no expression.

"There is no need to guard against me at your level. I am just a remnant soul, and I can't hurt you at all. The reason why I stayed here for a long time is to pay homage to an old friend."

Xiao Ran has already determined that this strand of remnant soul is a one-time high-level soul law restriction, with weak spiritual power, the purpose may be to guide the sword bearer to choose a sword, and it cannot communicate with the head master.

Xiao Ran has his reasons for staying here, and Xiao Wu's body may be nearby, so he wants to hide as much as possible without being too ostentatious.

"I don't know your friends well, so let's go."

The figure in white smiled, this junior is too cautious, with his strength, it is impossible to detect the strange things around him.

"The broken sword of an old friend fell into the forest of sword thorns. I wanted to find a successor for him, so I stayed here forever. It is fate that you can notice it. Let me ask you—are you willing to inherit his broken sword? ?”

Crazy, who will inherit the Broken Sword?

The word cannot be mentioned in front of a man.

"I don't want to."

Xiao Ran flatly refused.

The figure in white said again:

"You...is there something you're afraid of nearby?"

I'm not, I'm not, don't talk nonsense!

"No."

Bai Yi smiled and said:

"Don't worry, this forest of sword thorns is now covered by my soul art domain, and even other Mahayana monks at the same time cannot see what happened here."

Xiao Ran was silent for a while.

He could feel the heartfelt desire of this remnant soul to pay homage to old friends and find a successor.

This kind of intention that must be fulfilled even surpassed the concern for his true deity, Qianjunzi.

Bai Yi didn't lie.

Even a Mahayana monk, with such weak spiritual power, lies in front of his second-order resonance method with only 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 restriction on the remnant soul will soon disappear with the wind, and you will never die.

For the real master...he rushed.

Xiao Ran raised his head and looked directly at the white robe floating in the air.

"If it's two broken swords from the same sword... Maybe I can condescend to inherit the sword."

Bai Yi smiled calmly.

"The old man can't see the wrong person."

Damn, I found an heir, crossed the river and demolished the bridge all at once, and I no longer humbly call myself me.

Xiao Ran opened his hands slightly, and said indifferently:

"The sword comes—"

A gust of cold wind blows.

Damn, no response!

It's so embarrassing.

Xiao Ran's spiritual power was empty, and the sword was inserted too deep, so that his skill of controlling the sword in the air could not pull out the broken sword.

It seems that Shi was too wary of Xiao Wu, suddenly he lost his worries, and suddenly got carried away...

too young.

The mountain is not just me, I can only be the mountain.

Embarrassed, Xiao Ran stepped up, went to the east side of the weeds, and pulled out a broken sword with a handle inserted deep in it, then ran to the west side, and pulled out a small half of the broken sword with only the tip of the sword exposed.

Back in the middle, holding two swords in both hands, staring at it for a long time.

The two broken swords were covered with different soil and weeds.

But the material of the core is exactly the same, they are all ordinary black black iron.

The fracture was covered with soil, and the divine sense penetrated into it. It can be clearly seen that the fracture is completely centered and symmetrical, and it comes from the same sword.

Actually.

Xiao Ran has never noticed the grade of this sword.

It was just that he was deeply attracted by a certain 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——

But he unexpectedly discovered that there was a sword intent that was connected to each other, an unyielding sword intent that wanted to merge into one body, lying in front of him.

Like a broken lotus root, he is so subtle that he possesses the power of second-order resonance, which can only be vaguely seen.

Looking left and right, I found that the two ends of the sword intent filaments were actually two broken swords from the same sword body.

It's not easy!

Facing the Netherworld, after death, the broken sword can still be kept intact, and at the same time, it is connected in a hidden way, waiting for those with insight.

It is common sense that there is a battle between the underworld and the sword is missing.

Legend has it that this is the method used by the underworld poison to destroy the monk's will...

And this pair of broken swords is not only broken but not lacking after the death of the sword holder, 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 Zongzhi Mountain didn't notice it, otherwise they wouldn't have left it in the sword spine layer...

Unbreakable and extremely tough material!

The avenue that blends into the heavens and the earth hides!

Isn't this the most suitable sword for resonance swordsmanship?

Xiao Ran stopped in his tracks, and was so engrossed in watching for a moment that he forgot to lift his legs to walk.

He is also not 100% sure whether the quality of this sword has reached the heavenly level, but its character inexplicably attracted him.

It wasn't until the appearance of the remnant soul in white that he realized that he might be about to pick up the treasure.

Holding two broken swords covered with mud and weeds in his hands, Xiao Ran was overjoyed.

The day when the broken sword was recast, when the sword god returned.

He seemed to have seen this scene.

It doesn't matter whether it is a heavenly rank or not, as long as you can take advantage of it.

The remnant soul in white could see the joy in his heart, raised his head and sighed, there were memories and relief in his eyes, and finally all turned into admiration.

Staring at Xiao Ran, he asked for a long time:

"What's your name?"

Xiao Ran raised his head, held the broken sword in his hand, and bowed.

"Disciple Xiao Ran has met the real master."

You kid, before you took the sword, you didn't even want to call me the Master Master!

But he is not the real person in charge.

It's just that the head of the sect, Qian Junzi, left a remnant soul in memory of his old friend. He didn't expect the sword to find an heir at all.

Because it was an unexpected joy, before Xiao Ran accepted the sword, he kept hiding and suppressing his shock and excitement.

After solving his friend's funeral, there is no need for him to exist anymore. Before he dissipated, he slowly opened his mouth and said:

"Qianjunzi... is he still alive?"

Xiao Ran nodded.

"The master master will cross the tribulation in three years' time."

Bai Yi sighed:

"Even he was injured...Life is a matter of life and death, 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 Dharma-ending era, the aura is declining day by day, shouldn't the young people be getting weaker and weaker?"

Bai Yi shook his head.

"For the mediocre, this is true, but heroes emerge in troubled times. For the truly strong, the more they are tempered, the more they shine. The age of doom will instead stimulate their potential hidden in the depths... The truly interesting era is coming, unexpected Before I die, I can also see one of them with my own eyes."

Uh……

Xiao Ran's feeling at this moment is like a young Mengxin who just joined the group, surrounded by a group of real bosses, shouting:

[The boss is here, group status -1! 】

"Don't tease me, I'm only refining Qi."

Xiao Ran hurriedly explained.

Unexpectedly, the white-clothed figure smiled, and his body was like dust and smoke, slowly dissipating in the blood mist.

Only a lingering sound was left to roll up the blood mist, which was deafening——

"You have stood above the heavenly ranks."

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I recently updated my liver, my eyes are a bit unbearable, things are red and blurred, and there are double images, so I went to get some eye drops in the afternoon.

There are more than 6,000 words in the two chapters today, and the next chapter will be published in the early morning.