The Lord of Ghost

After the sword of the sky, the dust settled, and the broken night gathered again.

In the huge manor, only Gongsun Jianwu was left, lonely, like a puppet, with sadness, grief, and astonishment on his face... until he became numb.

In just one night, his father died tragically, his master's soul dissipated for him, his clansmen were killed or injured, and even his beloved sister died.

He didn't understand why it became like this. Looking at the ruins, the demon who killed his family was dead, and his flesh was broken into pieces.

But he couldn't be happy.

Gongsun Jianwu walked aimlessly among the ruins. For some reason, he came to his sister's boudoir and stood there, his eyes lost.

"Luo Wu, it was my brother who failed to protect you~"

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."

"I swear to protect you~"

As he spoke, his eyes were moist, and crystal tears dripped from the corners of his eyes.

Suddenly, the crystal tears were reflected by a flash of white light.

Gongsun Jianwu seemed to have thought of something, and he rolled and crawled towards the white light.

Yes, he remembered the whiteness of his sister Gongsun Luowu, whose body became more and more pale because of illness, which made people feel distressed.

"Luowu! It's really you!"

At that moment, Gongsun Xuanjian carefully picked up his sister, full of tears.

Only when you lose something can you know how to cherish it. At this moment, he would not doubt how his sister could keep her flesh and blood intact under the sword of the sky.

Gongsun Jianwu just hugged tightly, reluctant to let go.

At night, after the clouds and fog dissipated, a breeze blew, carrying flying dust.

But Gongsun Jianwu's hot heart slowly cooled with the night after ecstasy, and his reason was recovering little by little.

"How could this happen! How could it be!"

He could not feel his sister's breath, like a cold corpse.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

"There must be hope!"

As he said this, he took out all kinds of great medicines he had found while traveling outside. He poured the immortal wood marrow of tens of thousands of years into her throat without blinking, and took out the colorful lotus seeds grown in the spirit pond, carefully opened them and fed them into his sister's mouth...

After the great medicine entered her body, Gongsun Luowu's body emitted a fluorescent light, which was the extremely refined power of the medicine.

But as time passed, the look in Gongsun Jianwu's eyes that had just lit up dimmed again.

He couldn't accept the fact that his sister was dead.

Clearly giving hope, despair seemed extremely cruel.

"There must be hope, there must be a way!" he muttered to himself.

"Yes! Master said, sword spirit!"

The light of inspiration came to him, and he quickly took out the magic sword behind him, thinking about how to make his sister a sword spirit.

However, Gongsun Jianwu didn't know that his action would release the devil Mo Li again.

That day, after Mo Li killed Gongsun Luowu, he wanted to find out why the soul could not be captured, so he separated a part of the soul into Gongsun Luowu's body.

But just after his consciousness entered the body, it lost contact with the outside world and was completely trapped in a white cage.

Mo Li sensed that Gongsun Luowu was full of weirdness, but he couldn't find a way to deal with it, so he could only put it aside temporarily.

In the white cage, Mo Li tried his best but couldn't break through the dilemma of using his body as a cage, so he had no choice but to give up struggling and let fate take its course.

Unexpectedly, the shadow of a sharp sword pierced the white cage.

Yes, the sword behind Gongsun Jianwu accidentally cut through Gongsun Luowu's current situation of using his body as a prison.

In an instant, Mo Li rushed out of the cage, and the moment he saw Gongsun Jianwu, he suddenly drilled into the other party's soul space.

Since then, Gongsun Jianwu has been like crazy, shouting contradictory words.

"Haha...your body is mine!"

"Impossible, you devil!"

"It's not up to you to decide whether it is or not!"

The two souls were fighting in Gongsun Jianwu's soul space, because Gongsun Jianwu had practiced the "Sword Soul" not long ago, which could turn the soul into a sharp sword.

But Mo Li was not weak either. He only had a small part of the soul, but he could fight Gongsun Jianwu back and forth with his research and mastery of the soul.

"I killed your father, and your clan members also fell in my hands! And your poor sister! Face the reality!"

"It's all you! Ah! It's all you!"

"Why! Why!"

Gongsun Jianwu was in a crazy state, as if he was drunk, and the magic sword in his hand kept waving, splitting the gully with one sword after another.

"The strong prey on the weak, you can only blame yourself for being too weak!"

"Oh, by the way, your master is dead too! Do you want to know how he died?"

"To make way for you! He was willing to sacrifice himself! What a great spirit of dedication!"

Mo Li kept stirring up Gongsun Jianwu's fragile nerves. He was already on the verge of collapse, and after hearing this, he became even more crazy and possessed. The movements of the "Sword Soul" were obviously slower.

"Hahaha, I can tell you secretly, that day when I entered Gongsun Luowu's boudoir, especially when I saw her swan-like white neck..."

Gongsun Jianwu: "Enough! I said enough! Don't say it!"

Mo Li: "She is such an exquisite porcelain vase, and she will break into it if you enter it gently... Just like a bloody, sad and beautiful flower..."

As Mo Li said this, his soul projected the details of the curtain falling.

Because it was Gongsun Jianwu's soul space, he felt the same way.

It was like possessing Mo Li and doing that kind of thing.

That feeling made Gongsun Jianwu crazy! It was also the last straw that broke the camel's back.

Mo Li was furious while dodging the sword spirits' fight.

"Ah! Enough! I said enough!"

The two kept pulling and fighting for control of their bodies.

In a trance, Gongsun Jianwu returned to the ruins of the main hall.

Plop...

Suddenly, Gongsun Jianwu fell to the ground, raising a circle of dust.

When he stood up again, it was empty and silent, and only the canyon filled with sword intent told everything.