My Debauched Devotion Chapter 74: You have stood above the heavens [Thanks to the hall master in 3595…
Half an hour ago.
The sword thorn layer is still dim, shrouded by the sharp sword intent and the underworld surging from all sides.
Xiao Ran bites the Beast Pill Swallowing Beast Pill into pieces, and the gushing liquid spirit poured into his throat, soaking the Dantian and blending into the sea of Qi.
After finishing the last drop of resources searched, he gritted his teeth to withstand the darkness of the soul pressure, 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 the master’s blood moon, the uncle’s blood bursting pill, and the second-order resonance power, he only relied on the massive resources he scoured, the pill wall reinforced by the flood pill, and the first-order resonance power. Today, I finally saw the broad road leading to the top of the sword mound.
The rank!
He looked at from a distance, as if he saw the magnificent celestial light...
Just as he was about to lift his step, he suddenly frowned and looked east and west again.
It seemed to be attracted by something, and didn't move a step for a long time.
Blood mist envelops the sky, the underworld is cruising back and forth, the sword intent is lingering, but no longer attacking him, but to make way 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 rustle's sword intent suddenly rotated, gathered, condensed into a white figure, and suddenly 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!
To 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.
Small mist?
Not like.
Xiao Ran should have been shocked, but was attracted by other things, and her heart was calm.
After staring at Xiao Ran for a moment, he was slightly surprised, but suddenly a faceless figure in white clothes.
The white robe turned sideways with his hands in his hands, and his voice was rough, and asked slowly:
"You can go forward, why stop?"
Xiao Ran can see clearly that this is 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. It can be said to be insignificant.
And the physique and heavenly resonance mentality that Xiao Ran is endowed with the five elements, the least afraid of is the spirit attack.
Perhaps, this is the source of his calmness.
When you encounter a suspicious stranger, don't answer his questions casually, ask questions first.
"Who are you?"
The figure in white clothes stands upright, stepping on the grass, like a ghost in the air.
"Does today's sword bearer even know the head?"
When Xiao Ran heard it, he remembered that this voice was very similar to the old voice that was 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 decay of the soul power of this remnant soul, it is at least five thousand years old.
The head is obviously not dead yet, and people are still taking a nap in the underground cave mansion of the main peak. What did you leave a remnant soul here 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 take on 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."
White clothes smiled calmly.
"The pill wall was strengthened with the pill pill powder, the eyebrows and the distracting powerhouse melted blood, only when I walked here, I have already filled up dozens of spiritual power weeks...If this kind of talent can be considered high, Not only Zongzhi Mountain will fall, and the entire cultivation world will be hopeless."
Xiao Ran's eyes twitched slightly. Was the head in charge such a poisonous tongue when he was young?
He didn't persuade him, even in order to hide his true purpose, he asked:
"Then why are you showing up?"
White clothes said calmly:
"Because you are the only one who can go to a higher level of the sword mound 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, which shows that no more than three people can cause spiritism damage to you in this world..."
Speaking like this, he suddenly sighed:
"Unexpectedly, in the golden age, it is considered the most difficult to learn the emptiness of the mind, and it can be mastered in the age of the end."
At this point, Xiao Ran was 100% susceptible to white clothes.
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.
"Well, it is the age of the end of the law after all. It is only natural for you to have this kind of caution. If you were in the era when I lived, you are also a generation of madmen."
A filial madman is also mad?
Xiao Ran didn't say anything.
The figure in white turned around, without a face and expression.
"In your state, there is no need to fortify me. I am just a ray of remnant soul, and I can't hurt you at all. The reason I stay here for a long time 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 restraint, and its spiritual power is weak. The purpose may be to guide the sword bearer to choose the sword and 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 am not familiar with your friends, you can go."
The white figure smiled, this junior was too cautious. With his strength, it is impossible to find the weird surroundings.
"The broken sword of the 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-you are 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 am not, don't talk nonsense!
"No."
White clothes laughed:
"Don't worry, this sword thorn forest is now covered by my spiritism domain. Even other Mahayana monks of the same period can't see what's happening here."
Xiao Ran was silent for a long while.
He can feel this ray of remnant soul commemorating old friends and looking for successors.
This kind of desire to be fulfilled even surpasses the concern for his deity Qianjunzi.
White did not lie.
Even a Mahayana monk, with such a weak spiritual power, only with a pure soul body, lying in front of his second-order resonance mental method...
Not possible.
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 ban on the remnants of the soul will soon disappear with the wind, and you will die.
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."
White clothes smiled calmly.
"The old man will not misread people."
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 blows.
Damn, no response!
Too embarrassing.
Xiao Ran's spiritual power was empty, and the sword was inserted too deep, which caused him to fail to pull out the broken sword with the art of shielding the sword.
It seems that I was too wary of the mist, and suddenly no worries, I suddenly lost my 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 to the middle, holding double swords in both hands, he looked at for a long time.
Different soil and weeds were stained on the two broken swords.
But the material of the inner core is exactly the same. They are all plain black iron.
The fracture is covered with 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 has never seen 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 Tomb, when he was about to lift his steps--
Unexpectedly, it was discovered that there was a sword intent connected to each other, and the unyielding sword intent that wanted to blend into one was horizontally in front of him.
The lotus root is like a broken lotus root, so subtle that he possesses the power of second-order resonance, and it is only vaguely 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!
Fight against the Netherworld, and after death, you can keep the broken sword intact, and at the same time be connected in a concealed way, waiting for someone who can see.
There is a netherworld battle, and the body is dead and the sword is missing. This is common sense.
It is said 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 can they be broken, but they can also be connected secretly, waiting for a new sword bearer.
How powerful it is, and how low-key it is!
Even all the elders of Zongzhishan dynasties did not notice, otherwise they would not be left in the sword thorn layer...
Extremely tough material that is not missing!
Hidden in the avenue of heaven and earth!
Isn't this the best 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 a treasure until the appearance of the remnant soul in white clothes.
Xiao Ran held two broken swords standing in mud and weeds, and was overjoyed.
The day the broken sword was recast, when the sword **** returned.
He seemed to have seen this scene.
It doesn't matter whether the heaven ranks or the rank ranks, just take advantage of it.
The remnant soul in white clothes can see the joy in his heart, looking up and sighing, there are memories and gratifications in his eyes, and they all turn into surprises in the end.
Staring at Xiao Ran, it took a long time to ask:
"What's 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 master!
But he is not the real head.
It's just a remnant soul left by the head Qianjunzi 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 until Xiao Ran took the sword.
After solving the friend’s funeral, he no longer needs to exist anymore. Before dissipating, he slowly said:
"Qianjunzi...Is he still alive?"
Xiao Ran nodded.
"The master and uncle will overcome the robbery in three years."
White clothes sighed:
"Even he was injured...life and death, the future of this world is ultimately in the hands of young people."
Xiao Ran puzzled:
"In the era of the end of the law, the spiritual energy is declining, shouldn't young people become weaker and weaker?"
Bai Yi shook his head.
"For the mediocre, this is true, but heroes emerge in troubled times. For the real strong, the more polished, the brighter, the era of doom will inspire their hidden potential...the truly interesting era is coming I didn’t expect to see one of them before I died."
Uh...
Xiao Ran’s feeling at the moment~IndoMTL.com~ is like a little Mengxin who has just joined the group, surrounded by a group of real bosses, shouting:
[The big guy is here, group status -1! 】
"Don't milk me, I'm just refining qi."
Xiao Ran explained in a hurry.
Unexpectedly, the white figure smiled, body like dust and smoke, slowly dissipating in the vast blood mist.
Only a reverberant sound is left to curl up the blood mist, which is deaf and deaf--
"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 overwhelmed. I look at things red and blurry and have double images. I will get some eye drops in the afternoon.
Today's two chapters together have more than 6,000 words. Let's post the next chapter in the early morning.