Li Suo was climbing down the stairs of Liren Peak alone, holding a sword in his hand and looking at the surrounding jungle with a frown on his face.

At noon, Li Suo and his junior brother were sparring in the martial arts field. They accidentally watched a ghost cultivator float past the martial arts field, but the others didn't seem to see it. For a moment, Li Suo wondered if his eyes were blind.

Already.

The ghost cultivator was watching them not far away, but seemed to turn a deaf ear to them. Li Suo hesitated for a long time before chasing after them alone with his sword in hand.

The ghost cultivator seemed to be waiting for him to catch up. As soon as Lisuo came, he immediately ran down the mountain. After taking two steps, he looked back to see if Lisuo had caught up with him.

Lisuo was usually gentle and gentle, and he seemed to have a good temper and never got angry, but that was just an illusion.

He had been frail and sick since he was a child. Lin Shuhe once came to treat him and said that if he wanted to live longer, he must be less angry. Li Suo also listened to his uncle's words and forcibly changed his naturally violent temper into a gentle one.

Originally he was very calm when chasing the ghost cultivator, but later he became a fool and realized that the ghost cultivator was flying a kite. He immediately became furious and chased the ghost cultivator with a sword and slashed at him with murderous intent.

It's just that the ghost cultivator seemed to be just an phantom. Even if he slashed with his sword, it didn't hurt the ghost cultivator at all. Li Suo was a man with a bad temper and was determined to kill him.

This pursuit led to Jiuchun Mountain and the Bone Tomb.

Just as he was about to rush into the periphery of the bone mound, the furious Li Suo suddenly stopped in his tracks and stopped in an open space one step away, frowning fiercely.

The ghost cultivator stood outside the bone burial mound, surrounded by rainy black mist, which loomed over him.

"Not good." Lisuo thought to himself, "If Master knew that I was coming to the crypt, he would definitely punish me for meditating in seclusion."

and……

That ghost cultivator probably lured him here on purpose.

Lisuo probably knew part of the reason why the bone burial mound was called the forbidden area of ​​Liren Peak. He had no intention of provoking the demonic cultivator, so he had to give the ghostly cultivator a fierce look and turned around to leave.

As soon as he took two steps, a chuckle came from behind him.

"My Lisuo, where are you going?"

Li Suo: "..."

It was the first time in Lisuo's life that someone called him "my Lisuo" so affectionately. He immediately trembled all over and had goosebumps all over the floor.

He ran faster.

The demon cultivator's voice was like a tarsal maggot, following him closely: "What you are wearing is actually the mountain uniform of Liren Peak? Ha, we haven't seen each other for many years, and you have fallen to the point of joining the enemy's sect?"

Lisuo's steps paused.

Enemy?

When the demon cultivator saw that he had stopped, he laughed softly. The sound was like an illusory thread, intermittently surrounding Li Suo.

Li Suo frowned and walked forward again. When the sound began to dissipate and could no longer circle around him, he stopped and turned his head to look 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 calmly, "Do you want to trick me into defecting from the school?"

The demon cultivator sneered: "Do you really think of Liren Peak as your disciple?"

Li Suo remained unmoved.

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

Lisuo frowned: "How can you call Lord Nanshang by his first name?"

Mo Xiu suddenly laughed: "You still respect Nanshang as before."

Lisuo's face turned cold.

Before? Was his memory really tampered with?

Mo Xiu said: "Don't you realize that you are different from others since you were a child?"

Lisuo was a little stunned.

Different? Of course there is.

Because he didn't know what kind of disease he had since he was a child, and why did he draw various spiritual swords from his spiritual veins?

As he was frowning and thinking, he heard the demon cultivator say in a low and hoarse voice: "Of course it's because you are not a human being."

Lisuo's pupils suddenly shrank.

Seeing that his expression finally changed, the demon cultivator laughed and said: "There is a morning lesson about 'sword' in Liren Peak, which was given by the elder of Shuge. He should have told you that the sword spirit is nourished by sword charm.

The spirit that emerges can understand people and affairs and transform into a human form, but the human form that can be transformed by gathering spirits can never be compared with a real human being."

Lisuo felt like falling into an ice cellar, and the demon cultivator's voice became softer and softer: "And you, Lisuo, is your body a normal person's body?"

"Your spiritual veins...are they those of ordinary people?"

Li Suo's face turned pale and he took half a step back without any trace. His lips trembled slightly, as if he couldn't accept this fact for a while.

"Lisuo, if you don't believe it, you can go to the sword pavilion in Fuxian City to see the curtain hook sword sea, which ranks second on the list of vicious swords in the Three Realms. Then you will know that what I said is right."

Lisuo was silent for a long time with his head lowered. It was so long that the demon cultivator became impatient, and then he slowly raised his head.

Mo Xiu looked at his calm face and said, "Go ahead, I'll wait for you here."

Li Suo took a deep breath, suddenly raised his lips and smiled, saying, "I'm not going."

Demon cultivator: "..."

Lisuo estimated a place that was out of reach of the magic cultivator's spiritual power, lifted his robe and sat on the floor, propped up his chin, and said: "Even if I go to the sword pavilion and see the curtain hook, so what?"

The warmth in Mo Xiu's tone was gone, and he said in a cold voice: "Even if I know you are my sword spirit, you still want to betray the master?"

Lisuo clicked his tongue and said: "I don't want to know the memories of the past. I only know that I was rescued from the pile of dead by Senior Brother Sanshui. He saved my life. Liren Peak has raised me to this day. Yu Qing

There is no reason why I can't defect from the division."

The demon cultivator said coldly: "The traitor's trash."

Li Suo was too lazy to talk nonsense with him. He stood up directly and said, "I will inform the Holy Lord that you are looking for me today."

The demon cultivator called him: "Lisuo."

Li Suo didn't want to hear any more nonsense from him, so he turned around and ran away.

But before he reached the steps of Liren Peak, a violent pressure suddenly came from behind him, hitting his back directly, as if a wall was smashed down on his head.

The demon cultivator has been trapped in the bone mound for forty years. Su Xiyan reinforced the barrier a few days ago, making it impossible for him to escape easily.

This blow was just the final struggle of the demon cultivator using all his strength.

Li Suo instinctively used 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 his palm.

He originally thought that the pressure of spiritual power was the crushing force of demonic cultivation, but at this moment, the spiritual power of his meridians flowed backwards, the spiritual power of the golden elixir stagnated, and the whole person was like a puppet being controlled, unable to even move.

In the flash of lightning, Li Suo recalled in his mind something that Elder Shuge seemed to have said when he taught them the morning lesson about "swords".

"Sword spirits cannot betray their master."

Lisuo's whole body froze, and all the spiritual energy in his spiritual veins was suddenly drained away. He fell heavily to the ground, staring blankly at the grass beside him, thinking in a daze.

"This demon cultivator..."

"Are you from Liren Peak? Why do you know about the morning lesson of 'Sword' taught by Elder Shuge?"

He couldn't think too much anymore. In a daze, there was a slight sound of footsteps in his ears, and a black boot trimmed with gold thread slowly stopped in his sight.

Li Suo tried his best to look up, and finally stopped at an evil and feminine face.

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

The demon cultivator Li Genglan stood in front of him, looking at him condescendingly, with a red mark on his eyebrows that almost bled. He said lightly: "Li Suo, I could not kill you, but you are not good."

Lisuo's pupils were slightly dilated.

After Li Genglan finished speaking, he leaned down slightly, lifted Li Suo's body up, and gently held him in his arms, looking at him softly, as if looking at a child in trouble.

"But I don't blame you." Li Genglan lowered his voice, and his tone was full of the unique bewitching tone of a demon cultivator, "You were just confused by them."

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

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

A few drops of blood splashed on Li Genglan's charming face. He stretched out the tip of his tongue and licked the corners of his lips, like a man-eating ghost, and said in a soft voice: "If you die, I won't blame you."

Li Suo's body moved violently, and he was hugged tightly 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 there was a bloodthirsty and twisted pleasure on his face. He inserted his hand little by little into Li Suo's heart and went to fumble for the sword on the curtain hook.

Spiritual heart.

The Heart of the Sword Spirit allows him to raise his cultivation level to its peak in a short period of time. By then, he will have half the chance of winning when attacking the barrier of the Bone Tomb.

Li Genglan had been buried in the bone mound for forty years, and all the spiritual power he had accumulated was used up in this moment. If he could not get Li Suo's Sword Spirit Heart, all his years of forbearance and dormancy would be in vain.

Li Geng Lan slowly groped for the Sword Spirit Heart. Just when his fingertips touched the fire-like heart, a sword light suddenly struck from not far away, and Li Geng Lan was directly hit in an instant.

His wrists were cut off at the root.

Li Genglan was only distracted by the burial mound at this time, and could not survive for even a moment without the Sword Spirit Heart.

The spiritual power that cut off his arm was so familiar that Li Genglan knew who was coming without even looking.
To be continued...