My Sword Spirit Is Too Sickly

There is a legend in the Jiuxiao Sword Domain: It is better to travel a hundred thousand miles into the Demonic Abyss than touch the dust of Lu Li's clothes. Lu Li, who had the Immaculate Sword Heart, just pulled out the sword and was entangled by the thousand-year-old sword spirit. This ancestor named Hong Luan cut the skirts of fairies during the day, shaved the tail feathers of phoenixes on moonlit nights, and tampered with the astrolabe in his spare time, turning his path to immortality into a collection of social deaths. If the young master touches the medicine cultivator's hand... The sword spirit chuckles against his earlobe, and the Nu family will change the name of her Baicao Illustrated Book to Caiyang Secret Technique. Lu Li looked at the leader of the sword pavilion who was chasing people all over the sky, the ghost lolita hugging her thighs and calling her daddy, and the young astrology master holding up an astrolabe to project his romantic history, and he swore with tears: I really just help girls practice swords! Until the seal of the Demonic Abyss loosened, the Twelve Sword Peaks trembled. Blood oozed from the sword spike in the world of mortals, and Hong Luan carved the last sword pattern on his back: Either you and I will fall into each other forever... On the top of the Nirvana Palace, Bai Xianyu's remnant feathers formed a seal; at the end of the underworld, the soul-locking bell in the dark night rang through the Wangchuan River; in the fragments of the astrolabe, the truth about Lu Li and Hong Luan's entanglement for three lives emerged - This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.