Master Mixer [Rebirth] - Chapter 29

Lu Ming put the palm of his hand on Jing Mo’s chest, closed his eyes, and gradually explored where Jing Mo was.

At the moment when the spirits met, Lu Ming felt as if he had been sucked into a wonderful situation, and an endless corridor suddenly appeared in front of him. Lu Ming lifted his foot and walked slowly. Every time he took a step, the road behind him disappeared. After he had walked hundreds of meters, he gradually saw a faint light in front of him. He turned and looked back. Become a bottomless abyss.

Lu Ming took a few steps back with lingering fears. The abyss looked terrifying, and if he accidentally fell down, there would be no bones left. The more he thought about it, the more he felt infiltrated, Lu Ming no longer hesitated, and hurriedly used his aura to fly away. The road behind him was still disappearing, as if a scourge chasing behind him, Lu Ming flew faster and faster.

After a long time, the light gradually brightened. With joy in Lu Ming’s heart, passing through this corridor and reaching the end of the light, it should be the illusion that Jing Mo fell into.

It’s a pity that all the roads when you came have disappeared. If you want to go back again, you must find Jing Mo’s sage and pull him out of the illusion, otherwise this road will remain unworkable, and it will always be an abyss. No wonder 233 would tell him that if Jing Mo couldn’t be retrieved smoothly, he might never come back again.

Gradually, Guangman slowly covered the entire space, Lu Ming stretched out his hand and pushed open the quaint red-lacquered door in front of him, and walked in with his foot raised.

As soon as he entered, a cold wind blew towards him quickly. Lu Ming’s expression shrank, and he looked around cautiously, his gaze gradually changed from calm to consternation, and then from consternation to fear.

The world in this fantasy formation is like a village. The place where I can see is a vast expanse of white snow. The treetops, roofs, and roads are all covered by heavy snow. However, not far away, it is like a Shura field, with countless corpses lying horizontally and vertically. , The blood slowly flowed out from under them, gathered together, like a stream, still flowing non-stop to the side of the river at this moment.

Lu Ming was so shocked by the scene before him that he was stunned. What exactly has Jing Mo encountered in the past that would have imagined such a horrible scene?

The smell of blood blows towards Luming’s location with the cold wind, making Luming unable to resist acid water in his stomach. The scene in front of me should have just experienced a melee. Almost everyone died in this battle. Those corpses are the evidence.

Lu Ming didn’t have time to think about it, and hurriedly looked around Jing Mo’s trail.

He searched for Jing Mo anxiously, and finally found Jing Mo who was already unconscious among the pile of corpses on the floor. His whole body seemed to be soaked in blood, his cheeks and body were stained with blood, his face was blue and white, and his chest was violently ups and downs.

Lu Ming breathed a sigh of relief, secretly glad that the child was still breathing. He squatted down and patted Jing Mo’s face and said, “Xiao Mo, hurry up and wake up!”

Jing Mo seemed to hear Lu Ming’s shout, frowning tightly, moaning in pain, and then opening his eyes.

Jing Mo’s eyes were red, with a deep and strong hatred, staring at Lu Ming in front of him. Lu Ming was frightened by the look in his eyes, and his heart sank, hesitatingly shouted: “Xiao Mo, what’s the matter with you?”

Jing Mo shook all over, and hurriedly withdrew his gaze, his eyes gradually turned from crimson to pitch black. He seemed to have just woken up from the nightmare, panting hard, and immediately lowered his head without answering Lu Ming.

Lu Ming hurriedly injected his spiritual energy into his body, but was suddenly pulled over by a strong force. The sky turned around and Lu Ming fell to the ground, and was heavily pressed by Jing Mo to be unable to move.

Lu Ming exclaimed, his back hurting from being smashed, but he didn’t dare to push Jing Mo away for fear of accidentally hurting him. He looked up at Jing Mo with a bit of surprise, and saw that Jing Mo’s eyes turned into that weird crimson color again. He was looking at Lu Ming coldly and angrily at the moment, and a cold smile suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth, his eyes closed. , And then said: “Do you want to leave me?”

Lu Ming was taken aback for a moment. He couldn’t understand Jing Mo’s words. Why did this kid go crazy? Was it frightened by the tragedy of the **** on earth just now?

Here Lu Ming was still thinking about what to do, Jing Mo suddenly snorted coldly, his eyes were still red, but his hands began to move. He murmured while taking off Luming’s clothes, “If you want to leave, why don’t you take me with you?”

Having said that, before Luming hadn’t reacted, he suddenly bent down, and in Luming’s extremely shocked eyes, he stretched out his tongue and gently licked Luming’s full lips, then quickly straightened his waist and smashed it. Mouth: “soft.”

Although being forcedly kissed by his own brother made Lu Ming a little speechless, seeing Jing Mo staring at him with wide eyes and ignorant expression, his long eyelashes blinking and blinking, looked innocent and pitiful, making Lu Ming an angry stomach. It disappeared in an instant. He slapped Jing Mo’s head dumbfoundedly, and said with an aura: “This is really stupid, isn’t it?”

Jing Mo slapped Lu Ming’s hand unhappily, stood up and pulled Lu Ming and ran quickly, panting and saying, “I’m not a kid anymore, don’t talk to me in this tone!”

Lu Ming was helpless, why did Jing Mo suddenly become so arrogant when he fell into the illusion? Isn’t it still in the nightmare? Or is this his nature?

Lu Ming shook his head vigorously, and threw this thought behind his head. Xiao Mo has always been so obedient, he must have been controlled by hallucinations. Let him go for now, I don’t know where the kid is going to take him.

Lu Ming ran all the way with Jing Mo until he crossed a small stream, and then slowly up the stone road. After half an hour, Jing Mo finally pulled Lu Ming to a stop on the top of a mountain.

Lu Ming looked at the surrounding environment suspiciously, vaguely feeling a little familiar here. He opened his mouth and asked Jing Mo, “Where is this?”

Jing Mo smiled slightly, and then said, “Did you forget your brother? This is Wu Mianshan.”

Lu Ming’s heart tightened, and after walking a few steps to the west, he really saw a towering tree, and beside the tree was a cave. That was the Lingquan that he had just visited not long ago.

Lu Ming said clearly: “It turned out to be this place.”

Jing Mo took a few steps forward, but the scene in front of him suddenly changed completely. The sleepless mountain with beautiful scenery and abundant sunlight seemed to be torn apart by something. The blue sky slowly faded its bright colors, and darkness gradually covered the entire sleepless mountain. In a flash, the sleepless mountain seemed to change. It became another Shura field, and there was a disgusting smell of blood around it, just like what you saw in the village at the foot of the mountain, everyone died tragically. The surroundings were so quiet that the bottom of my heart was hairy. With the biting cold wind blowing desperately, Lu Ming stood there, his face pale, his fists clenched. What exactly is going on?

Jing Mo’s gaze never left the open space in front of him, and he stood still on the spot blankly. Lu Ming took a deep breath and slowly approached him. At this moment, a violent noise suddenly came from the clearing, Lu Ming was startled, and hurriedly raised his eyes to look up.

I saw two men suddenly appeared there out of thin air, one in a black robe and the other in a cyan gown. At this moment, both faces were grim, exuding appalling pressure, and they were obviously facing each other.

Lu Ming took a breath and stiffened. Why did the scene of He Qingci and Sang Wusheng’s duel appear in Jing Mo’s hallucinations?

Before Lu Ming had time to think about it, the two began to fight. Although both of them were top-notch masters, Sang Wusheng had already obtained the Qingli sword at this time. Even though He Qingci was powerful, he gradually fell into a disadvantage. Soon, he was beaten by Sang Wusheng and began to vomit blood. His face was also pale as paper, and he fell on the ground and took a sigh of relief, but his gaze had no intention of retreating.

Sang Wusheng squinted his eyes and said, “Are you still not willing to admit defeat?”

He Qingci smiled coldly at the corners of his mouth: “If you lose, you lose. What’s the point of stealing one’s life?”

Sang Wusheng said lightly: “In this case, I will fulfill you.”

After all, a burst of strong luster instantly enveloped the entire Wuxian Mountain, and Lu Ming was pierced by the light so that he couldn’t open his eyes. After the light dissipated, he opened his eyes and saw that the trail of He Qingci had long been lost in the clearing, and only Sang Wusheng was standing against the wind with a blank expression on his face.

Lu Ming’s heart was cold, and it seemed that He Qingci had been stabbed by Sang Wusheng’s Qingli sword at this moment, his soul was scattered, and there was no bone left.

Jing Mo’s eyes were red, staring at the man in front of him, his eyes gleaming with hatred, as if he was about to rush forward to fight him in the next second.

Lu Ming asked with some worry, “Xiao Mo, are you okay?”

Jing Mo slowly turned his head and looked at him aggrievedly, but a drop of tears suddenly dripped from the corner of his eyes. The intense sadness and sorrow in his eyes were unobstructed. After a long time, he said arduously: “Brother, isn’t this true? You? Will he… be killed?”

Lu Ming was taken aback, what should he answer? In the original work, He Qingci was indeed stabbed to death by Sang Wusheng with a sword, but he replaced He Qingci and finished his life. It seems untrue to say yes or no.

Seeing Lu Ming’s silence without answering, Jing Mo suddenly flashed a trace of despair in his eyes, turned his head sadly, and looked at the clearing again. There unexpectedly repeated the scene of the talent again, and the scene of the duel between the two was staged over and over again.

Jing Mo bit his lips tightly, the obscurity in his eyes seemed even worse.

That person’s appearance was almost the same as his own, only a few years older. And the long sword in his hand was clearly before his elder brother escaped from He’s house. His mother handed over the treasure in his hand, and had already shed blood to recognize the Lord. Only Sang Wusheng in the world can control this Qingli. sword.

But why in this illusion woven by him, his brother was actually killed by his own hands?