Half an hour ago.

The sword thorn layer was still dark, shrouded by fierce sword intent and ghostly bodies coming from all directions.

Xiao Ran bit into pieces the swallowing beast elixir, and poured the thin liquid spirit into his throat, infiltrating his dantian and blending into the sea of ​​qi.

After devouring the last drop of resources he had collected, he gritted his teeth and withstood the pressure of the dark soul, the sharp sword intent of one sword after another, and the attacks of ghosts coming like a tide.

On the basis that he did not use his master's Blood Moon Bone, his uncle's Explosive Blood Pill, and the power of second-level resonance, he only relied on the massive resources he collected, the pill wall reinforced by Jiao Dan, and the power of first-level resonance.

After practicing Qi refining, I finally saw the broad road leading to the top of the Sword Tomb.

Heaven level!

He looked far away, as if he saw the beautiful holy light of the fairy world...

Just as he was about to take a step, he suddenly frowned and looked east, then west.

It seemed that he was attracted by something, and he was stunned for a long time without moving a step.

Blood mist enveloped the sky, and the body of the underworld was swimming back and forth. The sword was lingering, but it no longer attacked him, but opened a broad road for him.

His eyes were calm and unmoving, and he stood like this for a quarter of an hour, as if he was in trance.

Until the rustling sword intent suddenly rotated, gathered, and condensed into a white-clothed figure that suddenly appeared in front of him.

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

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

It gives you a majestic view overlooking the common people, accommodating the vastness of the universe, going through infinite years of vicissitudes, enduring suffering and experiencing the desolation of hell.

Misty?

Not like.

Xiao Ran should have been shocked, but his attention was attracted by something else, and he felt very calm.

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

The man in white clothes put his hands behind his back and asked slowly with a wild voice:

"Why stop when you can move forward?"

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 is only superficial.

As for Xiao Ran's physique with balanced five elements and heaven-level resonance mind, the thing he was least afraid of was soul attacks.

Perhaps this is the reason why he can be so calm.

When you meet a suspicious stranger, never answer his questions casually, ask questions first.

"Who are you?"

The figure in white stands with its head raised, its feet in the grass, like a ghost hanging in the air.

“Don’t today’s sword bearers even recognize the master?”

When Xiao Ran heard it, he remembered that the timbre of this voice was very similar to the old voice that came to the elders' meeting at that time.

The difference is that one is the vigor of a middle-aged man, and the other is the sound of a dying man.

It is indeed the remnant soul of the leader!

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

The leader is obviously not dead yet, but he is still taking a nap in the underground cave of the main peak. What is a remnant soul doing here from five thousand years ago?

Xiao Ran did not immediately treat him respectfully, but only responded.

"This disciple has only been here for half a month, and he doesn't know the master's remnant soul."

The figure in white sighed.

"You dare to take up the sword after only half a month of entry. Is it because your talent is too high, or because Zong Zhishan has fallen into such a state of decline?"

Xiao Ran said calmly:

"Both."

Bai Yi laughed calmly.

"The Dan wall is reinforced with Jiao Dan powder, and the center of the brow is fused with the blood of the strong distractor. Just before I got here, I have already replenished the spiritual power dozens of times... If such a talent can be considered high, then not only the sect

The Chishan Society has fallen, and the entire world of cultivation is also hopeless."

Xiao Ran's eyes twitched slightly, was the leader so venomous when he was young?

He was not afraid, and even asked in order to hide his true purpose:

"Then why did you show up?"

Baiyi said calmly:

"Because you are the only person in the past 8,000 years who could have walked to the higher level Sword Tomb, but chose not to take a single step."

Xiao Ran pouted.

"Maybe I'm under a mental attack?"

Bai Yi shook his head.

"The only thing you can't be attacked by is soul magic. Being able to see me and talk to me calmly 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, in the Golden Age, the most difficult thing to learn, the Mind Method of Empty Sound of All Things, can still be mastered by people in the Age of Ending Dharma.”

At this point, Xiao Ran has 100% ruled out Bai Yi's suspicion.

He can't be Xiaowu or any other member of the Black Ring group.

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

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

He pretended to be sorry.

But he couldn't deceive Bai Yi.

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

Are people who are crazy about filial piety considered crazy?

Xiao Ran didn't say anything.

The figure in white turned around, faceless and expressionless.

"With your state of mind, there is no need to set up defenses against me. I am just a remnant soul and cannot harm you at all. The reason why I stayed here and did not leave for a long time is to pay tribute to an old friend."

Xiao Ran has determined that this residual soul is a one-time high-level soul law restriction.

Its spiritual power is weak, and its purpose may only be to guide the sword bearer to choose a sword, and it cannot communicate with the master.

Xiao Ran has his reasons for staying here.

Xiaowu's real body may be nearby, and he wants to hide it as much as possible without being too conspicuous.

I'm not familiar with your friend, please leave.

Xiao Ran didn't show any interest.

"This has nothing to do with the juniors."

The figure in white was slightly startled.

I thought that this junior was too cautious. With his strength, it was impossible to detect the strange things around him.

"The broken sword of an old friend fell into the Sword Thorn Forest. I wanted to find a successor for him so I stayed here and never left. It's fate that you noticed it. Let me ask you - are you willing to inherit his broken sword?

?”

Crazy, who will inherit the broken sword?

The word "break" should not be mentioned in front of men.

"I don't want to."

Xiao Ran flatly refused.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The figure in white said again:

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

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

"No."

Baiyi smiled and said:

"Don't worry, this Sword Thorn Forest is now covered by my soul arts domain. Even other Mahayana monks at the same time cannot see what is happening here."

Xiao Ran was silent for a long time.
To be continued...