Master Mixer [Rebirth]

The person Lu Ming chased all the way was Sang Wusheng. He originally followed Lu Ming’s breath to the mayor’s house. He wanted to see Lu Ming solve everything before leaving. However, for some reason, he suddenly came to an awkward lord. He was afraid that his breath would be discovered by the other party, so he used it. The spiritual energy flew away, but was chased all the way unexpectedly.

He knew that the person behind him was Lu Ming. Although he was puzzled, he flew away on his own. To his surprise, he chased him all night, and finally seemed to be when his aura was about to dry up. I can't help but fall here.

If he was right, this person...was crying just now? And looking at this situation, it seemed that he was mistaken for someone else, and then he chased him all the way.

Thinking of this, Sang Wusheng felt like he was being held down by a heavy stone in his heart, and his unprovoked jealousy seemed to become more and more prosperous. He narrowed his eyes and his voice was a little dark: "Who are you looking for?"

Lu Ming wiped away the tears from his cheeks, stabilized his mind, stood up and looked at Sang Wusheng, his eyes regained his previous indifference: "It has nothing to do with you."

Sang Wusheng looked at him coldly, and said, "Then why are you chasing me all the way?"

Lu Ming looked straight at him, avoiding answering: "I'll ask you, do you know a person named Jing Mo? Why do you have his breath in you?"

Sang Wusheng felt cold, did he cry because of this man named Jing Mo? Thinking of this, Sang Wusheng's jealousy suddenly ignited several times, and the corner of his mouth sneered and said, "Jing Mo? It seems a little impressed."

Lu Ming clenched his fists, his heart jumped suddenly, he really knew the news of Jing Mo. The eagerness in Lu Ming's eyes could not be concealed anyway, and he said anxiously: "If this is the case, then do you know where he is now?"

Sang Wusheng was even more upset when he saw Lu Ming's appearance, his expression became colder, and his words were provocative: "How can I remember such a young man? Maybe, it's already dead to me. Under the sword."

When Lu Ming heard the words, his pupils shrank suddenly, and his cheeks suddenly turned white. His eyes became dull, the aura of his body suddenly changed, and his eyes turned slightly red. After a long time, just squeezed out a few words from the air: "If you kill him, up to Biluo, down to Huangquan, I will kill you."

Sang Wusheng laughed instead of anger. No one had dared to talk to him like this. This person was really not afraid of death: "Oh? It depends on whether you have this ability."

As soon as the voice fell, Lu Ming suddenly took out a long sword from the space. The long sword exudes a faint red light, and the sword body is covered with simple and strange patterns. Sang Wusheng was taken aback for a moment, then curled his lips and sneered. Unexpectedly, Chi Yuan, the only other ancient divine sword in the cultivation world that could compete with Qingli Sword, would actually be in this person's hands.

It’s just that the opponent obviously can’t fully display the true effects of the Chi Abyss Sword. The posture of holding the sword is obviously not correct, and the red color from the sword is not pure enough. If you fight with yourself at this time, you won’t have any The slightest chance of winning.

Moreover, looking at this person's face pale like this, I think that the aura has already consumed too much, if you use the Chi Yuan sword, the aura will probably be overdrawn more severely.

Sang Wusheng glanced at him indifferently, and then said: "You are not my opponent."

Lu Ming didn't care, and poured all his aura into the Chi Yuan Sword. Suddenly, the sword body burst out with a more intense red light, setting off Lu Ming's cheeks like a monster. Before Sang Wusheng could deal with it, he immediately flew in front of him and stabbed with his sword.

Sang Wusheng was so flustered, he released a surging devilish energy with one hand, and instantly blocked Chi Yuan. He stretched out his hand and pulled hard, and Lu Ming was imprisoned in his powerful arm. His cheeks and Sang Wusheng only Only a few centimeters, a light breath, the heat sprayed on the opponent's face.

Sang Wusheng was itchy in his heart by the heat on his cheeks. He hurriedly stabilized his mind and hugged Lu Ming, who was about to struggle to leave, tightly, but his other hand clenched the hilt of the Chi Yuan sword, and said coldly. : "Do you want to die?"

Lu Ming was strangled by Sang Wusheng’s arms, and he could even feel the burning temperature of Sang Wusheng’s palms around his waist. The feeling that his hands and feet were suppressed by the other party made him feel shame in his heart, and became angry. , He gritted his teeth and completely released the few auras in his body.

Sang Wusheng's expression changed, and he hurriedly let go of Luming and stepped back for a few steps, with a hint of anger in his expression: "You are crazy!"

Lu Ming smiled coldly, a trace of pain flashed in his eyes: "I have been looking for him for ten years, and you actually said that he has been killed by you, no one can be rational!"

Sang Wusheng suddenly flashed some front parts that did not belong to his own memory. He frowned, but his heart was a little moved. Sure enough, every time he approached this person and heard his voice, his memory of forbidden curses gradually awakened. It seemed that these forbidden curses were completely vulnerable to this person.

Sang Wusheng concealed the multitude of clues in his eyes, and had to endure the inexplicable depression in his heart, and continued to raise his eyes to provoke him. The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, and he condensed into a bloodthirsty smile: "If you want to avenge him, then practice for another ten or eight years. You are not qualified to talk to me now."

Lu Ming was obviously irritated, he smiled coldly, his eyes were cold but cold, and he stabbed Sang Wusheng with his sword. Between the lightning and the fire, the two of them fought in darkness, flying sand and rock, Qingli Sword and Chi Yuan Sword are the most powerful ancient weapons, not inferior to each other, Sang Wusheng did not use all his strength, and Lu Ming also supported the confrontation. , There was a stalemate for a while, and for a long time there was no way to tell the victory or defeat. Instead, the two were scarred and embarrassed.

Sang Wusheng saw Lu Ming's face become paler, his lips pressed tightly, blood was bitten out of his teeth, but he still insisted on not giving up. He felt distressed and helpless in his eyes, knowing that if he continued like this, his life would be in danger, so his eyes became cold, and suddenly he used his force to bounce Chi Yuan away with the Qingli sword, and Lu Ming's hands were numb. , Was caught off guard and threw Chi Yuan out all the way.

Lu Ming hurriedly flew away, trying to pick up the long sword not far away, but was rushed forward by Sang Wusheng and violently pushed, and the whole person quickly fell backwards, and was pushed to the ground by Sang Wusheng and moved. No.

Lu Ming struggled for a while, gritted his teeth and said: "You let me go!"

Sang Wusheng's eyes were Wei Mi, and said lightly: "You hate me so?"

Lu Ming said angrily: "You killed him!"

Sang Wusheng looked at the young man who was pressed under him, his eyes were slightly red and swollen, his cheeks were covered with interlaced scars, his face was as pale as paper, embarrassed and vulnerable, even now, he was pressed under him wantonly, but still so. Unruly and rebellious, such beauty and tenacity, for some reason, caused him to be tempted. The sadistic factor in his heart quickly multiplied, just wanting him to lose consciousness and be moved by himself, and every move can only be because of himself.

Lu Ming saw Sang Wusheng's eyes looking at him, as if a thousand words, but so obscure and forbearing, made his heart suddenly startled, and for a moment he forgot to resist.

Sang Wusheng suppressed the desires that he did not still have in his heart. Looking forward, he took a deep breath and climbed up from Luming, as if nothing had happened just now. He turned around and said coldly, "Although you are so anxious to find death, But I am not interested in playing with you anymore."

After all, before Lu Ming came back to his senses, he quickly displayed aura and flew away, and his back disappeared into the night.

Lu Ming clenched his fist tightly, feeling sad and stunned in his heart. If Jing Mo was really killed by Sang Wusheng, he would find him to avenge Jing Mo anyway, even if he paid the price of his life, it would not change in the slightest.

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Lu Ming returned to Qingshan Town disheartenedly, there was already a little golden light on the horizon. In a blink of an eye, the whole earth brightened up, and sunlight sprinkled lightly on the earth, driving away the vast and boundless darkness, but unable to dispel the haze in Lu Ming's heart.

After Fang Daochang was locked into the magic weapon by the mysterious Daoist, Lu Ming and the others did not delay, wrote a letter and put it at the mayor’s house so that he didn’t need to worry, and then quietly put on the invisibility charm and avoided Qingshan. The townspeople, went to Kun-Lai Mountain with the Dao.

The long face was faint, with a smile at the corners of his mouth, and Lu Ming said softly: "I don't know how this fellow Taoist is called?"

Lu Ming smiled lightly, his tone a little alienated: "My name is He Qingci, and I haven't asked your honorable name yet."

The man smiled lightly and said, "My name is Yunluan. Speaking of which, is it possible that fellow Taoist is the son of He Qingci?"

Lu Ming nodded, and thought to himself, when did his fame become so big? Even the Kun-Laishan sect that is almost isolated from the world knows it?

Yunluan nodded and smiled: "Who else in the world of comprehension does not know? He Qingci not only has a profound way of doing things, but also has a high moral character, and he is kind to help others. The people often say you are grateful. Your help."

Lu Ming was not only embarrassed when he heard this. In the last ten years, in search of Jingmo and Huafai, he has traveled all over the country and encountered more than one evil. Moreover, he originally had a domineering mission, and he could save people while completing the mission. The past ten years have been very fulfilling. Now the domineering value has reached 48%, nearly half, which is beyond his expectation.

The two of them flew away while talking. Mingduo shrank coldly from time to time in the soul fixation artifact, and sometimes he was so anxious that he almost jumped out and cursed, wishing to break the jar. Lu Ming was frightened by him. For fear that Yunluan would accidentally detect the existence of Mingduo, he hurriedly strengthened the power of the spell. He is not his opponent at all!

After a while, 233 quietly crawled out of the space, attached to Luming's ear and said: "Master, the position of the drawing of the purple furnace is probably locked."

Lu Ming was shocked and hurriedly said: "Where?"

233 said: "It's in the secret waters of Kun-Lai Mountain."

"Shuize Secret Realm..." Lu Ming said silently, and then said, "Kunlai and his party are indispensable."

233 curled his lips and said, "The secret world of Water Zee has been set by the head and his brothers for a number of forbidden curses. You can't enter it with your own strength. The only way is to enter the Kun-Lai Mountain monastery and become a member of the Kun-Lai Gate. Member, wait for the Kun-Lai Trial in a year. At that time, the secret waters will be opened, you can take advantage of those three days to get the blue furnace magic artifact in your hand."

Lu Ming nodded and sighed softly. I have been waiting for ten years, and I have never been afraid of just one year. For the present plan, I have to use all means to enter Kun-Lai Mountain.

Lu Ming was about to open his mouth and Yunluan asked about the way to enter Kun-Lai Mountain for practice. Suddenly, a gust of wind suddenly came from afar.

Lu Ming was puzzled, stopped, turned and looked behind him.

I saw a tall young man rushing towards him. The man had a handsome face, a tall stature, and was dressed in a light blue gown, his eyebrows and eyes were full of anxiety. He saw Lu Ming looking back at him, a flash of ecstasy flashed in his eyes, and moved his lips towards Lu Ming, but because he was too surprised, he couldn't say a word. After a long time, he whispered: "Brother, I finally found you."

Lu Ming's breathing suddenly suffocated, his pupils contracted, and his body began to tremble. He stared at the opponent closely, and he couldn't bear to blink his eyes, for fear that Jing Mo would disappear, and even more afraid that this was just an illusion he had woven.

Until the person gradually approached him, stretched out his slender and powerful arm, and pulled him tightly in his arms, choked up and called himself over and over again, that Lu Ming completely reacted. The overwhelming surprise almost made him somewhat unconscious, his eyes quickly filled with mist, and the only thought in his heart kept telling him that Jing Mo finally came back.