Li Renfeng Mountain Steps, Li Suo climbed down the stairs alone, holding a sword in his hand, and was frowning at the jungle around him.

At noon, Li Suo and his junior brother were having sex in the martial arts field. Inadvertently, he watched a ghost cultivator float past the martial arts field, but the others seemed to have not seen it, which made Li Suo wonder if his eyes were blind.

The ghost cultivator looked at them not far away, but seemed to ignore them. Li Suo hesitated for a long time before chasing him alone with his sword.

The ghost cultivator seemed to be waiting for him to catch up. When Li Suo came, he immediately ran down the mountain, took two steps and looked back to see if Li Suo had caught up with him.

Li Suo is usually gentle and gentle, and he never gets angry when he looks very good at temper, but that is just an illusion.

He has been weak and sick since childhood. Lin Shuhe Zeng came to treat him and said that if he wanted to live a long life, he had to be less angry. Li Suo also listened very much to his uncle and forcibly breaking his irritable temper into gentleness.

Originally, he was very calm when chasing the ghost cultivator, but when he got to the back, he knew that the ghost cultivator was taking it as a kite. He immediately became furious and chased the ghost cultivator with murderous aura in his arms.

But the ghost cultivator seemed to be just an illusion. Even if his sword was cut up, it would not hurt the ghost cultivator at all. Li Suo was a man with a bad temper and decided to kill him.

This pursuit led to Jiuchun Mountain and buried the bone tomb.

As he was about to rush into the periphery of the bone burial tomb, the furious Li Suo suddenly stopped and stopped in the open space one step away, frowned fiercely.

Gui Xiu stood outside the bone burial tomb, surrounded by black mist, covering his figure in a faint light.

"Not good." Li Suo thought to himself, "If Master knew that I was here to bury the bone tomb, I would definitely punish me to retreat and meditate."

and……

The ghost cultivator should have deliberately led him over.

The reason why the Bone Burial Tomb is called the forbidden area of ​​Li Ren Peak is that Li Suo probably knows part of the inside story. He had no intention of provoking the demon cultivator, so he had to goug the ghost cultivator with a fierce look, turn around and leave.

He had just taken two steps when a chuckle came from behind him.

"My Lisuo, where are you going?"

Li Suo: "..."

For the first time in Li Suo's life, he was called "My Li Suo" so intimately. He immediately shook his whole body and had goose bumps all over the floor.

He ran faster.

The voice of the demon cultivator was like a maggot on the tarsal bone, followed him closely: "You are wearing a mountain suit on Liren Peak? Haha, haven't seen you for many years, you have fallen to the point of worshipping the enemy?"

Li Suo's steps were paused.

Enemy?

Seeing that he stopped, the demon cultivator laughed softly, his voice like an illusory thread, surrounding Li Suo intermittently.

Li Suo frowned and walked forward again. When the sound began to dissipate and could not circle around him, he stopped and turned his head and looked behind him coldly.

There was no one behind him, but Li Suo knew that the demon cultivator was still there.

"I don't know what you are talking about." Li Suo said lightly, "Do you want to bewitch me from the Master's Sect?"

The demon cultivator sneered: "You really regard Li Ren Peak as a master?"

Li Suo is unmoved.

"It seems that Nan Yang has tampered with your memory."

Li Suo frowned: "How can you call Nan Lianjun just his name?"

The demon cultivator suddenly laughed: "You still respect Nan Yang as before."

Li Suo's face turned cold.

Before? Has his memory really been tampered with?

The demon cultivator said: "Didn't you notice that you have been different from others since childhood?"

Li Suo was a little stunned.

Different? Of course there are.

Because he didn't know what disease he had since childhood, and why did he draw out various spiritual swords from his spiritual veins?

He was frowning and thinking, when he heard the demon cultivator's low and dumb voice, he said quietly: "Of course it's because you are not a human."

Li Suo's pupils suddenly shrank.

Seeing that he finally changed his face, the demon cultivator smiled and said, "There is a morning class about the 'sword' on Liren Peak that was from the elders of the Book Pavilion. He should have told you that the sword spirit is a spirit raised by the sword rhyme. It can understand human affairs and transform human forms, but the human forms transformed by the gathering of spirits can be compared with real humans."

Li Suo fell into an ice cellar, and the magic cultivator's voice was lighter and softer: "Where are you, Li Suo, your body, the body of a normal person?"

"Is your spiritual vein... the spiritual vein of an ordinary person?"

Li Suo's face was pale and he took a step back without any trace. His lips were trembling slightly, as if he could not accept this fact for a while.

"Li Suo, if you don't believe it, you can go to the Jiange in Fuxian City to see the curtain hook sword sea, which ranks second on the Three Realms Evil Sword List. Then you will know that what I said is right."

Li Suo was silent for a long time with his head down. The demon cultivator was a little impatient, and he slowly raised his head.

The demon cultivator looked at his face that had recovered from calmness and said, "Go, I'll wait for you here."

Li Suo took a deep breath, suddenly curled his lips and smiled, saying, "I won't go."

Demonic cultivator: "..."

Li Suo estimated that a place that the spiritual power of a demon cultivator could not reach, lifted his robe and sat on the ground, supporting his jaw, and said, "Even if I went to Jiange and saw the curtain hook, what if I did?"

The warmth in the tone of the demon cultivator was gone, and he said coldly: "Even if you know that you are my sword spirit, do you want to rebel against the Lord?"

Li Suo said "tsk" and said, "I don't want to know the memories of the past. I only know that I was rescued by Senior Brother Sanshui from the pile of dead people. He saved my life. Li Ren Peak has raised me to this day. I cannot defect to the master's sect in terms of emotion or reason."

The demon cultivator said coldly: "The traitor who rebels."

Li Suo was too lazy to talk nonsense to him, so he stood up and said, "I will tell the Holy Lord what you are looking for me today."

The demon cultivator called him: "Li Suo."

Li Suo didn't want to listen to him nonsense at all, so he turned around and was about to run away.

But before he could reach the Lirenfeng Mountain Step, a violent pressure suddenly came from behind him, directly attacking his back, as if a wall was smashed down on his head.

The demon cultivator was trapped in the Bone Burial Tomb for forty years. A few days ago, Su Xiyan strengthened the barrier again, and it was impossible for him to escape easily no matter what.

This attack was just the last struggle of the demon cultivator with all his strength.

Li Suo instinctively swung his spiritual power to break free from the control of the demon cultivator, but when he raised his hand, he found that no spiritual power could be condensed in the palm of his palm.

He thought that the power of the spiritual power was crushed by the demon cultivator's cultivation, but at this time his meridians were backflowing, the spiritual power of the golden elixir stagnated, and his whole body was like a controlled puppet, unable to even move.

In the flash of lightning, Li Suo recalled the morning class that the elders of the Book Pavilion taught them about "swords" in his mind, and seemed to have said something.

"The sword spirit cannot rebel against the Lord."

Li Suo's whole body became stiff, and the spiritual power in his spiritual veins was suddenly pumped away. He fell heavily to the ground, staring at the grass beside him with a void, thinking in a daze.

"This demon cultivator..."

"Are you a person from Liren Peak? Why did you know the morning class of the elders of Shuge who taught the "Sword"?"

He could no longer think too much. In a trance, a slight sound of footsteps came from his ears, and a black boot with gold straps slowly stopped in his sight.

Li Suo tried his best to look up, and finally stayed on a feminine face.

"Ah." For some reason, a name suddenly appeared in Li Suo's mind, and he murmured, "Li...juanlan."

The demon cultivator - Li Genglan stood in front of him and looked at him from a high point. A red mark between his eyebrows was dripping blood. He said lightly: "Li Suo, I could not kill you, but you are not obedient."

Li Suo's pupils were slightly distracted.

After Li Genglan said that, he bent down slightly, helped Li Suo's body up, gently hugged it between his arms, and looked at him softly, as if he was watching a child who was in trouble.

"But I don't blame you." Li Genglan Fang's voice was soft, and his tone was full of bewitching unique to the demon cultivators, "You are just confused by them."

He raised his hand and gently stroked Li Suo's heart, and said softly: "I don't blame you."

Although he said this, the next moment, his face changed, and his fingers suddenly exerted force, inserting his sharp fingertips straight into Li Suo's heart.

A few drops of blood beads splattered on Li Genglan's charming face. He stuck out his tongue and licked the corners of his lips, as if he was a man-eating ghost, and his voice was soft: "If you die, I won't blame you."

Li Suo's body moved violently and was hugged by Li Genglan.

He seemed to be hugging his lover, his posture was gentle, and two lines of clear tears slowly flowed from the end of his eyes, but his face was filled with bloodthirsty and twisted pleasure. He inserted his hand into Li Suo's heart bit by bit, and went to explore the sword spirit heart of the curtain hook.

The Heart of the Sword Spirit can allow him to improve his cultivation to the peak in a short period of time, and at that time, he will have half the chance of winning that will hit the barrier of the Bone Burial Tomb.

Li Genglan was in the bone burial tomb for forty years, and all the spiritual power accumulated was used up in this moment. If he could not get Li Suo's sword spirit heart, then all his endurance and dormancy over the years would be in vain.

Li Genglan slowly groped for Jian Lingxin. Just as his fingertips touched the fire-like heart, a sword light suddenly came from not far away, and in an instant, directly cutting Li Genglan's wrists together.

Li Genglan was just distracted from the bone burial tomb at this time, and he could not maintain his mind for a moment without getting the sword spirit.

The spiritual power that cut off his arm was too familiar with it, and Li Genglan could hardly know who was coming without looking at it.

He slowly looked up.

Not far away, Shen Gurong was wearing a green robe, and the ice silk and white hair in his eyes were blown away by the wind. He stood tall and held the Nine-Breath Sword in his hand. Although his extremely cold murderous intent was not terrifying, it gradually spread to the surroundings, wrapping Li Genglan.

Li Genglan raised his hand and swung it, and black lines grew on Qi's broken wrist, which quickly turned into wrists.

He looked at Shen Gurong and said with a smile: "Shen Fengxue, you are here to ruin my good deeds again."

Shen Gurong walked over step by step with his sword in his hand, looked at him indifferently, and said coldly: "What do you want to do to my disciples of Liren Peak?"
To be continued...