Master Mixer [Rebirth]

Minduo opened a pair of lifeless eyes and looked at Lu Ming for a long time before pulling out a stiff smile, as if he hadn't done this for a long time.

He whispered: "Long time no see."

Lu Ming said solemnly: "Your body..."

Ming Duo smiled slightly, and his long nails scratched his skin, leaving red marks. He gently said, "This body is a real body."

Lu Ming said: "Then you have repaired your body?"

Mingduo nodded, his expression suddenly distorted. He said: "This is all Yunluan's credit. He is in my body now. He will look at me with his own eyes and completely ruin the world and everyone."

Lu Ming took a deep breath and lowered his voice: "I think you are completely crazy."

Ming Duo laughed and said, "It seems that the prophecy back then was true. Yunluan, you are right."

Lu Ming said coldly: "I won't let you succeed."

Minduo's dark pupils couldn't see his emotions. He just smiled and said, "It depends on whether you can stop it."

Lu Ming raised the long sword in his hand, and the bright white light slowly radiated out. The smile at the corner of Minduo's mouth also slowly withdrew, and he lifted an ancient flute from his waist to his lips.

The light became brighter and brighter, and the strange tune of the flute sounded.

For a while, the world changed. Everyone seemed to be in a chaos, before they even felt the pain, their bodies swayed and fell to the ground.

Standing on the side, He Yuanqi looked at the two fighting in front of him with dark eyes, and quietly stretched out his hand, and the black air slowly drifted towards Lu Ming's body as if he was conscious. But before the black air floated for a few meters, the black air immediately dissipated. He Yuanqi frowned and looked forward, a little inexplicable.

"Your opponent is me." A cold voice sounded behind him.

He Yuanqi was taken aback and hurried back a few meters, but unfortunately it was still a little late, his hair was still cut off by Jian Qi. He Yuanqi was surprised secretly, when did Sang Wusheng run behind him.

Sang Wusheng looked at him coldly, and struck him at him without saying a word. He Yuanqi quickly avoided, and snorted again and again: "My Lord Demon forced me to disperse my soul back then, but now I don't even dare to show my true colors."

Sang Wusheng didn't pay attention to him, and wanted to take his life. His moves were extremely fierce and deadly. Although He Yuanqi gained the power of the Demon in the Zen Mountain Cave Mansion, it was still a bit difficult to deal with Sang Wusheng. But he was not afraid, but he sneered secretly in his heart. Since this man has hidden his true identity and appearance, he must not dare to show his true colors, so the power of the demons in his body cannot be easily used, so he will There is a great chance to beat him.

The squadrons fought and became a group. The whole land was flying sand and rocks, and almost no grass grew within a few tens of meters around He Mansion, and it was destroyed as if a violent wind passed through the border. It's just that everyone got red eyes, and in the end they couldn't even tell whether it was an enemy or a friend, so they raised their swords and slashed. The smell of blood permeated the air, getting thicker and thicker, like a boundless asura field, and more like the scene of a **** cave, terrifying to the extreme.

Lu Ming's original cultivation base was far above Mingduo, and it should have been more than enough to deal with him. However, now that Minduo has gained the power of Yunluan, and he is a ghost repairer himself, it is even more difficult to deal with it. Yunluan had reached the middle stage of the Mahayana. Even though Luming had many magical instruments, the spiritual energy in his body was still gradually worn out. In the end, he gradually felt strenuous, and the magical power could not be better used.

The weird tune became sharper and harsher. Luming felt a flurry of fishy sand in his mouth. He held back the itching pain in his throat, reached out his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and continued to fight with Mingduo. Sang Wusheng on the side deliberately suppressed the power of his demons, so he was only marginally better in dealing with He Yuanqi, but He Yuanqi was treacherous, cunning, and scheming. Sang Wusheng also had his own brother in his heart. It was inevitable that he would be a little anxious. There is no winner or loser.

At the end of the song, Mingduo withdrew the song and said indifferently: "Qingci, you have lost."

Lu Ming gasped violently, and his sword holding hands trembled violently. His legs floated for a while, but they still held on and didn't fall down. The gap between the distraction period and the Mahayana period was too great, even if Lu Ming tried his best, he still couldn't shake anything. The tune was over, but his remaining prestige was not over, as if it was only a few seconds, a powerful force suddenly gathered together, forming a beam of light, and flew straight towards Luming.

Lu Ming sighed softly as he watched the beam of light get closer and closer to him.

He can't avoid it anymore.

The death date is approaching.

Lu Ming closed his eyes and waited for the moment when he was completely penetrated.

A loud noise came, but the pain in the imagination never came. Lu Ming opened his eyes, and a figure suddenly blocked all the light.

Lu Ming felt that his breathing was about to stop. He looked at the man in front of him, stood in front of him without hesitation, and blocked all the suffering for himself. He was wearing a black long gown, and he couldn't see what damage he had suffered, but the **** smell that gradually spread to his nose almost made Lu Ming unsteady.

The man turned around, his deep eyes looked at Lu Ming with incomparable affection, and he smiled slightly, his eyes a little sad, but also a little relieved. He said: "Brother, I'm afraid I can't..."

Before he could finish his words, Sang Wusheng's face turned pale, his body could no longer support him, and he fell in front of Lu Ming.

Lu Ming looked at him without daring to move, his eyes were hollow and there was no wave of waves. After a long time, he slowly squatted down and stretched his fingers to his nose, stroking his fingers with a weak breath, like a tight kiss, and as if the breeze was passing by.

Lu Ming touched his face and whispered, "You won't die."

Lu Ming never thought that Sang Wusheng would die before him one day. Sang Wusheng is the protagonist of this world. If he dies, then this world will completely collapse and be destroyed. Now that he is still standing here, and everyone is standing here, how could Sang Wusheng die, absolutely impossible!

Lu Ming's body began to shake involuntarily. Even if he told himself over and over again that he would not die, why did the body in his arms gradually lose its temperature?

Lu Ming's aura has been overdrawn, he held the last trace of strength, pinched Sang Wusheng's cold hand, and slowly poured the aura into his body. But the spiritual energy seemed to meet a copper wall and an iron wall, and couldn't even enter the opponent's body at all.

Lu Ming continued to release his aura without giving up, his face became paler and paler, but he still refused to let go.

Mingduo said indifferently: "He is dead."

"Shut up!" Lu Ming's face suddenly twisted. He stretched out his hand and slapped Sang Wusheng's mouth fiercely, but the man still closed his eyes and his face was calm, as if he had fallen asleep.

Lu Ming murmured: "You won't die, how could you possibly die."

Mingduo looked at the devilish Luming in front of him, and the crazy pleasure in his eyes could no longer be hidden. He opened his mouth and laughed a few times, but his eyes were still stagnant, even if he was smiling, it was like a smirk. He relentlessly continued to irritate Lu Ming and said, "What does it feel like to see the death of his loved one? The Ming family was wiped out overnight. Who can understand my pain?!"

Lu Ming couldn't even hear what he was talking about, but his eyes suddenly became blurred. He hugged Sang Wusheng's cold body tightly, and his unspeakable pain hit every nerve like a violent storm. His chest seemed to be smashed hundreds of times by a boulder, and there was a violent and violent air in his body again. When Qiqiao started to churn, the Qi Qiao bleeds continuously, and drops of blood and tears fell on Sang Wusheng's cheeks, which looked like red plums in full bloom. The beauty was to the extreme, but it was also shocking to the extreme.

Lu Ming sat on the ground in a daze, the noise around him seemed to be getting farther and farther away from him. There was a blank in his brain, and only a voice kept repeating in his ear telling himself that Sang Wusheng was dead and left him forever.

At this moment, a voice suddenly rang in the brain.

"Master! Wake up soon! Sang Wusheng is still saved!" 233's tone was eager.

Lu Ming suddenly woke up. He wiped his face and forced himself to stabilize his mind, but his body was still shaking uncontrollably. He asked: "What should I do?"

233: "Sang Wusheng's soul hasn't dissipated yet. It seems to be in a state of suspended animation. Maybe it's because he sealed the power of the demons in his body. If the seal in his body can be removed, there should be salvation."

Lu Ming took a deep breath, put himself and Sang Wusheng into the space with the last bit of strength, and then took a transparent pill from the ring and took it.

Soon, the place of the lower abdomen began to heat up, and then the whole body began to heat up, and the aura gradually recovered. A few minutes later, Lu Ming secretly used the aura, and found that all the aura in his body had returned. And it is more vigorous and pure than the aura in his best state.

Lu Ming muttered a few phrases silently, and the dark dark lines on Sang Wusheng's face gradually appeared. The dark lines grew darker and bigger, and finally covered half of his face.

Seeing that the time had come, Lu Ming forced aura into him desperately. At first, his body was abnormally repelled. Lu Ming lost a third of his aura in vain, but he still didn't get any better. It was not until half an hour later that his body began to gradually accommodate a few faint auras. Lu Ming's heart was overjoyed and hurriedly sourced the aura. Sang Wusheng's body temperature gradually recovered as he continued to infuse him, and the other half of his pale paper face also recovered a few traces of blood, and finally became ruddy gradually, and the dark dark lines gradually faded. Luming was completely relaxed. With a sigh of relief, his legs sat down on the ground.

Lu Ming withdrew his spiritual energy, patted Sang Wusheng's cheek lightly, and said in a low voice, "Can you hear me?"

Sang Wusheng's long eyelashes quivered slightly, he opened his eyes, his blurred vision gradually became clear, and the person in front of him gradually became clear.

Lu Ming whispered: "How do you feel? Are there any discomforts?"

Sang Wusheng watched Luming quietly, his eyes suddenly sinking, and he stretched out his hand and pulled hard, and instantly pressed Luming under him.

The hot kiss kissed him without chapters, with roughness and boundless madness, and forcefully pried Lu Ming's lips and tongue, sweeping across every inch of his mouth, and his hands also began to remove Lu Ming's clothes impatiently.

Luming struggled to escape from Sang Wusheng's restraint, his eyes suddenly ran into Sang Wusheng's eyes, and his intense emotions made him tremble. That kind of despair and sadness, and countless expectations and affectionate gazes, made Lu Ming throw away his helmet and armor in an instant, pushing away Sang Wusheng's hands, but he couldn't get any more strength.

I struggled for a while, but finally relieved. He gently hugged Sang Wusheng with his backhand, and muttered in a low voice: "If you choose me, then never leave me or die."

Sang Wusheng stopped his movements and stared at the person in front of him blankly, tears suddenly falling uncontrollably.

How long he waited for this sentence, even he himself almost forgot.

The person he loves most in his life, but the person most out of reach, finally came to him.

Sang Wusheng couldn't bear the desire in his heart anymore, and kissed the soft lips eagerly.