After speaking, Leng Xiaoshi turned around directly, held his sword, and walked towards his house.

For a while, looking at Leng Xiaoshi's distant back, Leng Shaolong didn't know what to remember. The eye sockets were inadvertently a little moist.

Walking into the room, Leng Xiaoshi's face immediately turned blue, and he immediately threw down the long sword in his hand, and an inch-long bloody mouth was clearly revealed in the palm of his hand.

When he was at the door of the mansion just now, Leng Xiaoshi noticed the strangeness in his hand, and immediately rushed back.

"Little brother, why don't you hold it?"

Just as Leng Xiaoshi was lying on the ground gasping for breath, a faint voice sounded in Leng Xiaoshi's mind.

"Who, who? Come out for me. Leng Xiaoshi stood up instantly and looked around nervously, but the place where he saw it was empty, as if this voice was born out of thin air.

"Do you really want me to come out?" The illusory voice sounded again, with a slight hint of provocation in his tone, as if he didn't put Leng Xiaoshi in his eyes at all.

Leng Xiaoshi frowned, his face sank, and the anger in his heart suddenly rose.

"If you don't come out again, don't blame me for being rude."

"Forget it, you're really impatient, it's not like I can't come out."

The faint voice sounded again, and Leng Xiaoshi only felt something touch his shoulder? Suddenly he turned away, his brow furrowed.

I saw a person, with long hair as white as snow scattered over his shoulders, dressed in white like snow, fluttering, and in his eyes, the snow-white essence faintly appeared.

"Ghosts?"

See this person. Leng Xiaoshi's first reaction was to blurt out, a ghost word.

"I'm not a ghost, little brother, but if I look by age, I should be your grandfather's generation."

The white-haired man stroked his long hair and threw a wink at Leng Xiaoshi very coquettishly.

"Grandpa?"

Leng Xiaoshi picked up his sword and smashed it at this thing that was neither human nor ghost.

"Fuck you, the clay man still has three points of earthiness, I'm stupid."

However, just as the long sword flew out of Leng Xiaoshi's hand, a strange thing happened, the long sword couldn't pierce the white-haired man at all, and it just stayed in the air, as if it had been caught by someone.

In the next breath, Leng Xiaoshi only felt that his body instantly lost his freedom, and he froze in place, except for a pair of eyes burning with rage, which seemed to be imprisoned.

And all this started with a fierce look in the white-haired man's turn, what kind of eyes were these eyes, it seemed that there was a pure white flame burning in his eyes, and the whole person was like a big mountain, pressing the cold stone out of breath.

The next moment, the pressure flashed, Leng Xiaoshi didn't care about anything else, and gasped sharply, as if he was brushing shoulders with death, that thrilling feeling was terrifying.

"Who are you and what do you want?" Leng Xiaoshi looked at the white-haired man in front of him fiercely, his eyes breathed fire, as if he was going to be eaten alive.

"Hehe, don't be so fierce, I'm just kidding you. You can call me Hell, but I can't tell you my real name right now. The white-haired man changed the domineering momentum of Mount Tai and became simple and ordinary, and he couldn't see the slightest viciousness.

After looking at the white-haired man in front of him for a long time, Leng Xiaoshi was still defeated in the end, and said dejectedly.

"Why did you show up with me, I remember I didn't open the door since I came in."

"Cut, this seat is already living in this magic sword, where do you say I came from?"

The white-haired man rolled his eyes, looking at Leng Xiaoshi with a look of disdain, as if he was looking at an idiot.

When Leng Xiaoshi heard this, his face became even worse, and there was an irrepressible monstrous anger gushing out from his eyes.

"That's not to say that you sucked all my blood and killed me."

The white-haired man was a little worried, coughed dryly, and turned his face away, as if he didn't want to talk about it, "Cough, cough, this is no way, you didn't really fuse the Demon Sword, and you want to use the power of the Demon Sword, you can only use blood as a sacrifice to urge, not to mention that I was seriously injured and fell asleep at that time, and I didn't know what happened just now." ”

Leng Xiaoshi looked at the white-haired man in front of him with a questioning expression, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he asked tentatively, "Oh? True fusion? How do you really integrate? What are the benefits of true integration? ”

The white-haired man pinched the tips of his hair and clapped his hands, as if Leng Xiaoshi had asked the idea, looked at Leng Xiaoshi with a smile, and said: "Of course there are benefits, the advantage is to get the supreme inheritance of the Demon Sword, obtain the natural talent, and from then on embark on the road of the strong, win the world, and be invincible." As for how to really integrate, it depends on whether the old man is willing to help you. ”

Leng Xiaoshi was faintly moved in his heart, but he still pretended to look at the white-haired man with a look of disbelief: "Become a strong man?" Fool people, you don't want to stay in the sword and continue to suck my blood, forget it, you bastard bastard, I will never believe you. ”

Leng Xiaoshi was a little undecided, would this white man deceive himself with clever words?

"Well, how do you speak? I was a peerless powerhouse back then, and when I raised my hand, the wind and clouds changed color, and I stepped into a peerless existence that shocked the Eight Desolations, you say this about me, believe it or not, I pinched you to death. The white-haired man looked unconvinced, his face was fierce, and he frowned and stared at Leng Xiaoshi.

"Cut, it's up to you, brag, if you want to pinch me to death, pinch me to death, anyway, I can't cultivate when I come to this world, it's better to die and be reincarnated." Leng Xiaoshi put on a dead pig that was not afraid of boiling water, and let you dispose of it.

"Boy, who said that you can't cultivate, as long as you get the help of this seat, it is guaranteed that you will be reborn, break the seal of the Spirit Mansion, and you can also get the supreme inheritance in the Demon Sword, so that you can embark on the road of the strong from now on." The white-haired man was kind and seductive, vaguely promising various benefits to Leng Xiaoshi.

Leng Xiaoshi looked shocked, as if he had heard something terrible. "What are you talking about, my Spirit Mansion is sealed, it's not that I can't cultivate."

The white-haired man looked at Leng Xiaoshi and said, "What's the matter, of course it's sealed, otherwise how can you not cultivate with innate aura in your body." ”

Leng Xiaoshi instantly fell into contemplation when he heard it, and in his memory, he had heard an old servant say when he was a child that there was a major incident in the family thirteen years ago, and then the Leng family declined rapidly, but then this matter was forbidden to be mentioned.

Could it be that the seal of his Spirit Mansion is related to the incident of the family thirteen years ago?

Forget it, even if you figure it out for yourself now, you can't solve it, instead of fantasizing, it's better to improve yourself!

Thinking of this, Leng Xiaoshi's eyes couldn't help but sneak a glance at the white-haired man on the side, and his heart moved, trying to ask him.