Master Mixer [Rebirth]

Jing Mo stood up slowly, his red eyes were shining with cold light, and he looked at He Yuanqi as if he was looking at a dead thing. He Yuanqi suddenly met such gazes, couldn't help but feel cold in his heart, and his back felt cold.

Although Jing Mo was ten meters away from He Yuanqi, his sense of oppression was not reduced by half. He exuded a black aura. He was flowing slowly around him at this moment. His figure was hidden in the dark night, which looked very strange.

He Yuanqi was shocked in his heart and hurriedly clasped his fists and nodded: "The subordinates don't know it is the demon king who has arrived. Please forgive me."

"Devil?" Jing Mo gave him a suspicious look, and then said coldly, "I am not a devil."

He Yuanqi looked respectful, and said in a certain tone: "The dark lines on the cheeks and the devilish energy on your body, you are undoubtedly the devil."

A strange color flashed in Jing Mo's eyes, and even when he returned to normal, a cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he slowly said, "Whether I am the devil or not, you must die today."

The smile on He Yuanqi's face became stiffer, and he said: "Mojun, his subordinates found a woman fifteen years ago and poured the essence into her body, which gave birth to He Qingci. His status. He is already humble, so why should the Demon Lord bother him...Ah!"

A scream suddenly cut through the sky. Before He Yuanqi's voice fell, he was impacted a few meters away by Jing Mo's powerful force. He lay on the ground and continued to struggle, groaning faintly and painfully.

Jing Mo gave him a cold look, and gradually condensed his spiritual energy in his palm, his red eyes shining with a startling brilliance: "You can go to death."

There was fear in He Yuanqi's eyes, and Zhang Dakou wanted to say something, but was swept by the overwhelming pressure in an instant. He was completely swallowed before he even had time to say the first half of the sentence.

When Jing Mo saw that He Yuanqi's location had become scorched at this time, he retracted his aura and walked quickly towards Luming. The black shadows gradually faded away, and the cute cheeks immediately changed to another look, with star-like eyes and scallop teeth, which was the original appearance of Sang Wusheng.

Although Sang Wusheng wanted to maintain Jing Mo's appearance until Lu Ming woke up, he had only overused his aura, and there was no extra aura to keep him looking like Jing Mo after his transformation.

Sang Wusheng stretched out his hand to touch Luming's peaceful sleeping face. The soft skin touch made Sang Wusheng touch a few more times, until Luming frowned and let out a slight grumble, Sang Wusheng reacted suddenly. , Her expression hurriedly took her hand back, as if a thunder drum was pounding in the bottom of her heart.

Sang Wusheng took a deep breath, his eyes flowed, and a thought suddenly flashed in his mind. He stretched out his hand, and a few black magical energy appeared at the position of his fingertips. The devil qi was flowing slowly, drifting along his fingertips to between Lu Ming's nose, and in a moment, the black devil qi was sucked into Lu Ming's nose.

Sang Wusheng smiled at the corner of his mouth, his eyes sparkled with misty brilliance, and he murmured: "Brother, if you find out later, don't blame me..."

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Lu Ming was in a coma for three days before waking up.

He opened his eyes and looked around, his consciousness was still a little confused, and there was darkness wherever he could see, and there was not even a trace of light. Lu Ming felt a little panic in his heart, and hurriedly raised his hand to touch around indiscriminately.

"Brother, you are awake." A familiar voice suddenly sounded beside him.

Hearing the sound, Lu Ming hurriedly raised his eyes to look aside, but couldn't see anything, so he had to say anxiously: "Xiao Mo, where are you? Why can't I see you."

The other party was silent for a while, and after a long time, Lu Ming felt a warm heat source suddenly approaching him. He opened his mouth and said: "Brother, I am here."

Lu Ming stretched out his hand and fumbled on the opponent for a while, only to breathe a sigh of relief when his hands touched Jing Mo's body. Then, as if suddenly remembering something, he hurriedly said: "Xiao Mo, are you injured? Why did you knock me out at that time..."

"Brother, I'm fine." Jing Mo interrupted Lu Ming's words, then smiled lightly, and said, "Then He Yuanqi was suddenly bitten back by his own devilish energy. After you fainted, he yelled in pain. I ran away and I carried you here."

Lu Ming nodded, and smiled somewhat relievedly: "It can be considered as an escape, it's just..."

Lu Ming's expression suddenly became a little bit painful. He lowered his eyes and said in a low voice, "Fu Shu still left. In any case, I will go down the cliff to find her, live to see people, die to see the corpse. "

Jing Mo was silent for a while before he sighed softly and said, "Brother, you can't leave here yet."

Lu Ming was taken aback, and asked in doubt: "Why?"

Jing Mo grabbed Lu Ming's hand and suddenly clenched, and said in a low voice: "Brother, you overuse your spiritual energy, and your eyes are temporarily invisible. Now you can only recover from your body as soon as possible."

When Lu Ming heard the words, his body suddenly stiffened, and then he gave a wry smile. Although his eyes were wide open, they looked hollow and absent, but his tone was still firm and said, "Even if I am blind, I will go."

Jing Mo's eyes were cold, he suppressed the unhappiness in his heart, and said: "Brother, you have been in a coma for three days, even if you rush now, Fushu will also..."

Lu Ming's body stiffened, and he remained silent. Jing Mo saw his appearance, so he continued to coax: "Brother, there is no bottom under the cliff. You and my current strength can't reach the bottom of the cliff. It's better to take care of the injury first. Let's find some useful magical instruments, and then find Fu Shu's body below and bury it."

Lu Ming's cheeks were a little pale, a trace of sadness and tolerance flashed in his eyes, and finally he gritted his teeth and nodded.

Jing Mo saw that Lu Ming finally agreed. He felt like a boulder finally fell. He softly comforted: "Brother, you don't have to be too sad. The deceased is dead. The most important thing for you now is to raise your body and keep your eyes open. See the light again."

Lu Ming nodded, pulled out a difficult smile, and said softly: "Xiao Mo, you don't have to worry too much, I know it's not the time to be sad."

Jing Mo was relieved, and said with a sigh of relief: "That's fine."

Lu Ming bowed his head and remained silent, but suddenly remembered some plots in the book in his brain. In this world of cultivating immortals, after death, if the soul is not guided, it will hover around the corpse all day long and cannot leave. If he can rush to the valley under the cliff as soon as possible, use the soul-locking magical device to guide Fushu's soul into the magical device, and find a suitable body, and then apply Taoist spells, it will bring people back to life.

Moreover, Lu Ming clearly remembered that when Sang Wusheng was young, he had offended a Taoist priest and was seriously injured by that Taoist priest. By chance, the injured Sang Wusheng accidentally hit and broke into a cave, and at the end of the cave, there was the legendary Lingquan.

This spiritual spring not only allows the wounded to recover, but also allows the ascetics to increase their speed several times during cultivation. Lu Ming thought about it, if he could find this Wang Lingquan, maybe his aura could return to his body as soon as possible, and his eyes could recover as soon as possible.

Thinking of this, Lu Ming hurriedly asked Jingmo: "Xiao Mo, do you know where the Wumian Mountain is?"

"Wu Mianshan?" Jing Mo was taken aback for a moment, and then said, "It's only two hundred miles away from here."

"Great!" Lu Ming's eyes flashed with surprise, and his expression was a little excited, "Let's leave now and go to the Wu Mian Mountain."

Volume Two A Journey to Kun-Lai