It seems that this place is indeed safe.

If you don't do it, this one-time remnant soul ban will soon disappear with the wind and die with your eyes open.

For the real person of the head... he rushed.

Xiao Ran looked up and looked directly at the floating white clothes that seemed to be hanging in the air.

"If it were two broken swords from the same sword... maybe I could also condescend to the sword."

White clothes smiled calmly.

"I won't misread someone."

Damn, I found my heir and broke the bridge across the river all at once, and I didn't whisper to call myself me.

Xiao Ran's hands were slightly opened and he said calmly:

"Swords come--"

A cold wind blew by.

Damn, no response!

Too embarrassing.

Xiao Ran's spiritual power was empty and his sword was inserted too deeply, which caused his sword-controlling technique to fail to draw out the broken sword.

It seems that I was too careful about Xiaowu, and I suddenly lost my worries and suddenly got carried away...

Too young.

Isn't the mountain the only one I can only go to the mountain.

Xiao Ran took awkwardly and went to the east to the wild grass, pulled out a deep-pulled broken sword, ran to the west, and pulled out a small half of the broken sword that only exposed the tip of the sword.

Back in the middle, holding both swords in both hands and staring for a long time.

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

But the material of the kernel is exactly the same, all of which are ordinary black black iron.

The fracture is covered with soil, and the spiritual sense is explored, and it can be clearly seen that the fracture is completely symmetrical and comes from the same sword.

In fact.

Xiao Ran has never seen the grade of this sword.

It was just deeply attracted by some silent will, so that he withstood waves of attacks and saw the holy light leading to the Heavenly Sword Tomb, and was about to take a step.

But unexpectedly, I discovered that there was a sword intent connected to each other, and the unyielding sword intent that wanted to integrate into one was standing in front of him.

It is like a lotus root thread that is so subtle that he has the power of the second-level resonance, and it can only be seen vaguely.

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

This is not simple!

When facing the enemy with the Netherworld, after death, he can still keep the sword intact, and at the same time he is connected in a hidden way, waiting for the people who can understand it.

There is a battle between the Netherworld and a sword is missing. This is common sense.

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

After the sword holder dies, this pair of broken swords can not only be cut without shortage, but can also be connected in secret and wait for a new sword holder.

How powerful and so low-key!

Even all the elders of Zongzhishan had not noticed it, otherwise they would not have left it in the sword thorn layer...

Extremely tough material that is broken but not lacking!

Hiding in the great way that blends into the world!

Isn’t this the most suitable sword for resonating with sword techniques?

Xiao Ran stopped and was so immersed in his sight that he forgot to raise his legs and walk.

He was not 100% sure whether the grade of this sword reached the heavenly level, but his character inexplicably attracted him.

It was not until the white-clothed soul appeared that he realized that he might be picking up the treasure.

Xiao Ran held two broken swords standing with mud weeds in his hand, feeling overjoyed.

The day when the broken sword is recast, the time when the sword god returns.

He seemed to have seen this scene.

It doesn’t matter if the heavenly level is not a heavenly level, just take advantage of it.

The remnant soul in white could see the joy in his heart, and he sighed with recollection and relief in his eyes, and finally he turned into amazement.

I stared at Xiao Ran and asked for a long time:

"May I have your name?"

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

"Disciple Xiao Ran has met the real person in the head."

This kid, you didn’t even want to call me the real person in the sect before he took the sword!

But he is not the real person in the head.

But the remnant soul left by the head Qianjunzi in commemorating his old friend, he did not expect the sword to find his heir.

Because it was an unexpected surprise, he had been hiding before Xiao Rancheng Jian, suppressing shock and excitement.

After solving the funeral of his friend, he no longer needed to exist. Before he dissipated, he slowly spoke:

"Qianjunzi...is he still alive?"

Xiao Ran nodded.

"The head master will overcome the tribulation in three years."

Baiyi sighed:

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

Xiao Ran said in confusion:

"In the Dharma-Ending Age, the spiritual energy is declining day by day. Shouldn't young people become weaker and weaker?"

White clothes shook her head.

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Well……

Xiao Ran felt like a young newbie just joined the group, surrounded by a group of real big shots, shouting:

[Big Boss is here, group status-1!]

"Don't breastfeed me, I'll just refine my energy."

Xiao Ran hurriedly explained.

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

Only a sound of lingering sound rolled up blood mist, which was deafening—

"You have stood above the heavenly rank."

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I have recently had a liver renewal and my eyes are a little too hard to bear. I feel red and have a muddy look at things, so I go get some eye drops in the afternoon.
Chapter completed!