Chapter 149: The age of only ten thousand is ten thousand, and the way is simple!

As soon as Chen Ran came out of the Demon Soul Cave, he was shocked to learn that Shu Si had obtained the inheritance of the Nine Palace Pavilion and was accepted as a disciple by the Supreme Elder of the Cang clan.

However, Chen Ran was sincerely happy for this simple girl to have such a great opportunity.

"Shu Si, Senior Brother I hope you get better and better."

Chen Ran’s own fate was bumpy and his life was tragic. So much so that he rarely sympathized with miserable people because few people were even worse than him. He would not envy those who were good-fate because others had nothing to do with him.

Except for his relatives, Shu Si is one of the few people Chen Ran hopes to have a good life.

This weak girl does not need to be miserable, but should stay away from pain.

Half a month later, Chen Ran's attic was still spotless as when he first left.

Chen Ran knew that there were special people to clean his attic. Even if he had been away for a year or two, as long as he did not die, there would never be a trace of dust here.

Half a month of hard practice and covered in dust, Chen Ran originally wanted to have a good rest and wait for the Yun clan to come to him personally.

But what surprised him was that before he could enter the attic, Song Zangshu appeared and even pulled him away without saying a word.

"Chen Niansheng is going to break into the sword-making platform, let's go!"

Just like this, Chen Ran's heart was raised. There was no need for Song Zangshula, he just ran away.

On this day, as the inheritance of Jiugong Pavilion was acquired by Shu Si, the only remaining inheritance sword-making platform became inexplicably restless, and there were sharp sword sounds.

On the sword-casting platform that was a hundred feet tall, an ancient sword of various shapes suddenly appeared.

Floating ten feet in the air, the tip of the sword facing down!

This is a vision that only occurs when someone breaks into the sword-casting platform, but today it appears independently, as if you long for someone to seize the inheritance.

This time, Xuanmen became restless again, and most people arrived at the sword-casting platform.

As we arrived here, many disciples began to try it out, wanting to try the inheritance of this sword-casting platform.

Many people know that Shu Si once said that once they entered the Jiugong Pavilion, they were inherited, which made them have some thoughts in their hearts, hoping to get the inheritance of the sword-casting platform.

However, it was obvious that they thought too much about this. Many people went up, but lay down, with pain on their faces and unpredictable horror in their eyes.

On the sword-casting platform, the pain of thousands of swords piercing the heart did not weaken at all, but instead doubled.

At this moment, no one dared to try the sword-casting platform again, and many people left, feeling that no one could obtain this inheritance.

Half a day later, Chen Niansheng came here.

He said nothing, looked at the sword-casting platform for a long time, and then stepped in with determination in his eyes.

When Chen Ran came here, Chen Niansheng had been on the sword-casting platform for almost a stick of incense.

At this moment, his face was covered in ferociousness, his whole body was trembling, and he was shaking.

"He is almost out of reach. This sword-casting platform will make people hallucinate, and consciousness will feel the pain of thousands of swords piercing the heart every moment. In history, the longest time I have persisted is two incense sticks!" Song Zangshu looked worried.

But he didn't know that the pain of the Ten Thousand Swords doubled at this moment. Chen Niansheng insisted on one stick of incense, which was equivalent to two sticks of incense!

Although, this place does not harm the body.

However, it has a huge blow to will and spirit. For thousands of years, there are many disciples who have gone crazy on this sword-casting platform.

"Second brother..." Chen Ran's lips trembled, and there was a strong sense of worry in his eyes.

He clenched his fists and walked towards the sword-making platform.

"What are you going to do?" Song Zangshu was shocked and subconsciously grabbed Chen Ran.

"I'll go and help him." Chen Ran easily broke free from Song Zangshu's palm and walked onto the sword-casting platform.

Song Zangshu was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes were shocked. You should know that he used some strength to pull this, but Chen Ran easily broke free. This means that Chen Ran's physical strength has reached an extremely terrifying level.

"Is it Chen Ran? What is he going to do?"

"I heard that he killed the people of the Cloud Clan in the Demon Soul Cave, why did he dare to show up?"

"Does he also want to obtain the inheritance of the sword-casting platform to escape the investigation of the Yun clan?"

As soon as they saw Chen Ran, everyone made noises, and their eyes were filled with uncontrollable fear and admiration.

Chen Ran is no longer the weak disciple who just entered the Xuanmen. At this moment, he has surpassed most Xuanmen disciples and possessed powerful power, and has been respected by many people because of this.

"boom!"

As soon as he stepped on the sword-making platform and walked ten feet away, his eyes were dissipated and he couldn't help but want to sit cross-legged.

But the next moment, the Pixiu in his body roared, and the Sansheng Demon Coffin wailed terrifyingly. Then, his eyes instantly returned to clearness, and his body, which originally wanted to sit cross-legged, also stood up and slowly walked towards Chen Niansheng.

"Just now, I read that right. He must have entered the illusion of the sword-casting platform. Why did he wake up again?" At this moment, under the sword-casting platform, many people were shocked and suspicious.

You should know that this sword-casting platform will allow the monks entering to go through long or short distances according to their strength, and then enter the illusion and receive the pain of the ten thousand swords piercing the heart.

Ten feet away is exactly the distance that can be reached at the peak of the craft.

"Can he have already broken through the meridian building realm?" Everyone was shocked, and their eyes looked at Chen Ran with a hint of fear. He could crush Chen Feng at the peak of meridian building. Then, he reached the Spirit-Cang Realm, what's wrong?

At this time, Chen Ran had already walked to Chen Niansheng. He sat cross-legged, looked at the familiar face in front of him, with a sad look.

He knew that Chen Niansheng was in an illusion at this moment and could not detect his arrival.

"Second brother..." he couldn't help but shout.

However, his shout made Chen Niansheng suddenly yell.

"Xiao Ran, my second brother will avenge you, absolutely!"

Chen Ran's body trembled, his eyes turned red in an instant, and he said in a trembling voice: "Second brother, Xiaoran is not dead. Xiaoran is back and is right in front of you."

Chen Niansheng seemed to be able to hear Chen Ran's words, and his originally ferocious face was a little softer.

He began to whisper softly: "Xiaoran, my second brother once promised you that he would cast an unparalleled sword for you. My second brother has not forgotten this matter and has always kept it in mind..."

Chen Ran suddenly grabbed his chest with his right hand, and a suffocation sensation hit his heart, making him unable to breathe.

He remembered the past, the beauty of his childhood, and even more so the identity of Chen Niansheng as a weapon refiner...

"Second brother, I'll wait, waiting for you to build an unparalleled sword for me." Chen Ran whispered, feeling sad and warmth in his heart.

Then, he suppressed his sad mood and a decisive look appeared on his face.

This is not a time to be sad!

"Second brother, you must remember that the sword-casting platform is not an ordinary inheritance. It is about passing on the Dharma, the body-casting method, the sword-casting method, and all methods. After a long period of time, you will feel the ancient practice."

Chen Ran spoke and expressed his feelings about Chen Kunpeng on the sword-casting platform.

"The year is only ten thousand, and the great way is simple. Cultivate the original Tao and the heart, and the soul returns to the eternal world, as if it is in the wilderness, blood refining is the highest, and its soul is like a sword..."

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