My filial piety has gone bad

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

"You are in this state, there is no need to fortify me. 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.