My Debauched Devotion

Half an hour ago.

The sword thorn layer was still dimly lit, shrouded by fierce sword intent and underworld surging from all sides.

Xiao Ran smashed the Beast-Swallowing Beast Pill, and the sprayed liquid spirit poured into his throat, soaking the Dantian and blending into the sea of ​​Qi.

After finishing the last drop of resources, he gritted his teeth to carry the soul pressure of the darkness, the sword intent of one sword after the other, and the wraith attack like a tide.

On the basis of not using the bones of Master’s Blood Moon, Master’s Blood Explosive Pill, and the power of second-order resonance, he only relied on the massive resources he scoured, the pill wall reinforced by the flood pill, and the power of first-order resonance. Today, I finally saw the broad road leading to the top level of the sword grave.

Heavenly order!

He looked at from a distance, as if he saw the beautiful fairy light...

When he was about to lift a step, he suddenly frowned, looked east and then west.

It seemed to be attracted by something, and didn't move a step for a long time.

The blood mist enveloped the sky, the underworld cruising back and forth, the sword intent lingering endlessly, but no longer attacked him, but gave way to a broad road for him.

His eyes were calm and motionless, and he just stood there for a quarter of an hour, as if he were in concentration.

Until Sa Sa's sword intent suddenly rotated, gathered, condensed into a white figure, and appeared in front of him.

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

However, there is the soul pressure of the Mahayana realm!

Give you a majestic view of the common people, to accommodate the vastness of the universe, to endure the vicissitudes of infinite years, to endure the suffering and experience the sadness of hell.

Mist?

Not like.

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

After staring at Xiao Ran for a moment, he was slightly surprised, but a faceless white figure suddenly appeared.

The white clothes held his hand sideways, and his voice was loud, and asked slowly:

"You can go forward, why stop?"

Xiao Ran saw clearly that this was just a remnant soul.

The pressure of the Mahayana realm is limited to soul power, and its fluctuations in spiritual pressure are not as vigorous as a Qi refiner, so it can be said to be insignificant.

As for Xiao Ran's physique and heavenly resonance mentality, which Xiao Ran's five elements are equally endowed, the least fearful of them is spiritual attacks.

Perhaps this is the source of his calmness.

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

"who are you?"

The figure in white clothes stands upright with its feet on the grass, like a ghost in the air.

"Does the current sword bearer even know the head?"

When Xiao Ran heard it, he remembered that this voice was extremely similar to the old voice that had been introduced to the Council of Elders at that time.

The difference is that one is the vigorous arrogance of middle-aged people, and the other is the sound of dying candles.

It is indeed the remnant soul of the head!

Moreover, looking at the degree of attenuation of the soul power of this remnant soul, at least it has a history of more than five thousand years.

The head is obviously not dead yet, and people are still taking a nap in the underground cave of the main peak. What are you doing here with a remnant soul five thousand years ago?

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

"The disciple has only started for half a month, and I don't know the remnant soul of the head."

The figure in white sighed.

"You dared to accept the sword in half a month after you started. Is your talent too high, or is Zongzhishan fallen to this end?"

Xiao Ran said calmly:

"Both."

Bai Yi smiled calmly.

"The pill wall is strengthened with the pill pill powder, and the eyebrows are melted with the strong distractions. Only when I walked here, I have already filled up dozens of spiritual power weeks... If such a talent can be considered high, it is not only Chichishan will fall, and the entire cultivation world will be hopeless."

The corners of Xiao Ran's eyes twitched slightly. Was the head in charge such a poisonous tongue when he was young?

He did not dare, even to hide the true purpose in his heart, he asked:

"Then why are you showing up?"

Bai Yi said calmly:

"Because you are the only one who can go to a higher level of sword tomb for eight thousand years, but chooses not to make any progress."

Xiao Ran curled his lips.

"Maybe I was mentally attacked?"

Bai Yi shook his head.

"The only thing you can't be attacked by spiritism is that you can see me and have a peaceful conversation with me, indicating that no more than three people can cause spiritism damage to you in this world..."

When he said this, he suddenly sighed:

"Unexpectedly, in the golden age, it was considered the most difficult to learn the empty mind method of all things, and it can be mastered in the age of the end of the law."

At this point, Xiao Ran was 100% susceptible to Bai Yi.

He can't be Xiao Wu, or other black ring friends.

But Xiao Ran would not relax his vigilance because of this, and Xiao Wu might be observing nearby.

"I just felt sorry for the deceased and forgot to move. Alas, failure is the mother of success. Let's come to Chengjian next time."

He pretended to be regretful.

But he couldn't fool Bai Yi.

"Oh, after all, it is the age of the end of the law. It is only natural for you to have this kind of caution. If you were in the era when I lived, people like you are also a generation of madmen.

Filial piety madman is also mad?

Xiao Ran didn't say anything.

The figure in white turned around, without a face and expression.

"At your level, there is no need to fortify me. I'm just a ray of remnant soul and can't hurt you at all. The reason why I stay here for a long time without dispersing is to pay tribute to an old friend."

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

Xiao Ran stayed here for his reasons, and Xiao Wu's body or nearby, he wanted to hide as much as possible, not to be too ostentatious.

"I'm not familiar with your friends, you can go."

The white figure smiled, this junior was too cautious. With his strength, it was impossible to spot the weird surroundings.

"The broken sword of an old friend fell in the sword thorn forest. I wanted to find an heir for him to stay here and never disperse. It is also fate that you can detect it. I will ask you-are you willing to inherit his broken sword? ?"

Neurosis, who will inherit Broken Sword?

The word cannot be mentioned in front of a man.

"Not willing."

Xiao Ran flatly refused.

The figure in white said again:

"Are you... is there something you are afraid of nearby?"

I am not, I do not, don't talk nonsense!

"No."

Bai Yi smiled and said:

"Don't worry, this sword thorn forest is now covered by my spiritism domain, and even other Mahayana monks of the same period can't see what's happening here."

Xiao Ran was silent for a long while.

He could feel the remnant soul's heart to pay homage to old friends and find a successor.

This kind of heart that must be fulfilled even surpassed the concern of his deity Qianjunzi.

Bai Yi did not lie.

Even a Mahayana monk, with such a weak spiritual power, he lied in front of his second-order resonance mental method with a pure soul body...

impossible.

Xiao Ran looked up 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 remnant soul restraint will soon disappear with the wind, and you won't be stunned.

For the real head...he rushed.

Xiao Ran raised his head and looked directly at the floating white clothes that seemed to hang in the air.

"If it is two broken swords from the same sword... Maybe I can condescend to accept the sword."

Bai Yi smiled calmly.

"The old man will not be wrong."

Damn, I found the heir, crossed the river and demolished the bridge all at once without calling myself me in a low voice.

Xiao Ran opened his hands slightly and said calmly:

"The sword comes—"

A cold wind passed.

Damn, no response!

It was too embarrassing.

Xiao Ran's spiritual strength was empty, and the sword was inserted too deep, which caused his sword to be separated from the sky without pulling out the broken sword.

It seems that Shi was too wary of the mist, suddenly lost his worries, and suddenly lost his mind...

too young.

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

Xiao Ran stepped up awkwardly, went to the grass to the east and pulled out a deeply inserted broken sword with a handle, and then ran to the west, pulling out the small half of the broken sword that only showed the tip of the sword.

Back in the middle, holding double swords in both hands, looked at for a long time.

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

But the material of the inner core is exactly the same, it's all plain black iron.

The fracture is covered by mud, and the divine sense penetrates, and it can be clearly seen that the fracture is completely symmetrical and comes from the same sword.

Actually.

Xiao Ran never noticed the rank of this sword.

It was just that he was so attracted by a certain silent and unyielding will that he carried through waves of attacks and saw the holy light leading to the heavenly sword grave, just as he was about to lift his steps--

It was unexpectedly discovered that there was a sword intent connected to each other, and the unyielding sword intent that wanted to merge into one was horizontally in front of him.

Like a lotus root with broken threads, he who has the power of second-order resonance 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.

This is not easy!

Confronting the Netherworld, after death, he can keep the broken sword intact, and at the same time be connected in a concealed manner, waiting for those who can see.

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

Legend has it that this is the means by which the poison destroys the will of the monks...

And this pair of broken swords after the death of the sword bearer, not only was broken and not missing, but also secretly connected, waiting for a new sword bearer.

How powerful it is, and how low-key it is!

Even Zongzhishan's elders in the past did not notice it, otherwise they would not be left in the sword thorn layer...

Extremely tough material that is not missing!

Hiding in the avenue of heaven and earth!

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

Xiao Ran stopped and was so absorbed in his eyes that he forgot to raise his leg to walk.

He couldn't be 100% sure whether the rank of this sword reached the heaven rank, but its character attracted him inexplicably.

He didn't realize that he might be picking up the treasure until the white-clothed remnant soul appeared.

Xiao Ran held two broken swords standing in mud and weeds, and was overjoyed in his heart.

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

He seemed to see this scene.

It doesn't matter whether the rank is not the rank, just take advantage of it.

The remnant soul in white clothes could see the joy in his heart, raised his head and sighed, there was reminiscence and relief in his eyes, and finally all turned into awe.

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

"What is your name?"

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

"The disciple Xiao Ran has met the real head."

This kid, before taking the sword, you don't even want to call me a real head!

But he is not the real head.

It's just that the head Qianjunzi left a remnant soul to commemorate his old friends, and he didn't expect this sword to find an heir.

Because it was an unexpected joy, he had been hiding and suppressing shock and excitement before Xiao Ran took the sword.

After solving his friend’s funeral, he no longer needed to exist anymore. Before he dissipated, he slowly said:

"Qianjunzi... is he still alive?"

Xiao Ran nodded.

"The master teacher will cross the robbery in three years."

Bai Yi sighed:

"Even he was injured... life and death, the future of this world is ultimately in the hands of young people."

Xiao Ran puzzled and said:

"In the era of the end of the law, the spiritual energy is declining, shouldn't the young people become weaker?"

Bai Yi shook his head.

"For the mediocre, it is true, but heroes emerge in troubled times. For the real strong, the more polished, the brighter, the era of the doomsday will stimulate their hidden potential...The truly interesting era is coming, unexpectedly. Before I die, I can see one of them with my own eyes."

Uh……

Xiao Ran's feeling at the moment ~www.ltnovel.com~ is like a little Mengxin who has just joined the group, surrounded by a group of real bosses, shouting:

[Big guy is here, group status -1! 】

"Don't milk me, I'm just refining qi."

Xiao Ran explained quickly.

Unexpectedly, the white figure smiled, body like dust and smoke, slowly dissipating in the vast blood mist.

Only a reverberant sound curled up the blood mist, shaking and deafening——

"You have stood on the top of the sky."

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Recently, the liver has been renewed, and my eyes are a little bit too much. My red eyes are blurred and there are double images. I will get some eye drops this afternoon.

Today there are more than 6,000 words in the two chapters. Let's post the next chapter in the early morning.