Jing Mo slowly stood up, his red eyes gleaming with a cold light, looking at He Yuanqi as if he were looking at a dead object. He Yuanqi suddenly met such a gaze, and couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart and a chill on his spine.
Although Jing Mo was ten meters away from He Yuanqi, the feeling of oppression was not diminished at all. A black aura emanated from his body and was now slowly flowing around him. His figure was hidden in the darkness, looking very strange.
He Yuanqi was shocked, and hurriedly clasped his fists and nodded, saying: "I didn't know it was the Demon Lord who arrived, please forgive me."
"Demon Lord?" Jing Mo looked at him suspiciously, then said coldly, "I am not a Demon Lord."
He Yuanqi looked respectful and said in a positive tone: "From the dark lines on your cheeks and the devilish aura on your body, you are undoubtedly the Demon Lord."
A strange color flashed in Jing Mo's eyes, and then he returned to normal. A cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said slowly: "Whether I am the Demon Lord or not, you must die today."
The smile on He Yuanqi's face became more and more stiff, and he said: "Demon Lord, I found a woman fifteen years ago and poured my essence into her body, which gave birth to He Qingci. His status is already lowly, why should you worry about him...ah!"
A scream suddenly pierced the sky. Before He Yuanqi could finish his words, Jing Mo's powerful force knocked him several meters away. He lay on the ground, struggling continuously and groaning faintly in pain.
Jing Mo glanced at him coldly, gradually gathering his spiritual energy in his palm, his red eyes gleaming with a frightening light: "You can go die now."
Fear flashed across He Yuanqi's eyes, and he opened his mouth to say something, but was instantly swept away by the overwhelming pressure. He didn't even have time to finish the first half of his sentence before he was completely swallowed up.
Jing Mo saw that the area where He Yuanqi was had turned black, so he withdrew his spiritual energy and walked quickly towards Lu Ming. The dark lines gradually faded away, and the originally cute cheeks immediately turned into another appearance, with eyes like bright stars and teeth like scallops, which was Sang Wusheng's original appearance.
Although Sang Wusheng wanted to maintain Jing Mo's appearance until Lu Ming woke up, he had overused his spiritual energy just now and had no extra spiritual energy for him to maintain Jing Mo's appearance after the transformation.
Sang Wusheng reached out and touched Lu Ming's peaceful sleeping face. The soft touch of skin made Sang Wusheng unable to help but touch it a few more times, until Lu Ming frowned and made a slight mumble. Then Sang Wusheng suddenly reacted, and withdrew his hand in panic, his heart seemed to be struck by thunder.
Sang Wusheng took a deep breath, his eyes moved, and a thought suddenly flashed through his mind. He stretched out his hand, and a few strands of black demonic energy appeared at the fingertips. The demonic energy slowly flowed along his fingertips and slowly drifted into Lu Ming's nostrils. In a moment, all the black demonic energy was inhaled into Lu Ming's nose.
Sang Wusheng's lips curled up into a smile, his eyes sparkling with a hazy light, and he murmured, "Brother, if you find out one day, please don't blame me..."
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Lu Ming was in a coma for three days before he woke up.
He opened his eyes and looked around, his consciousness was still a little fuzzy, and everywhere he could see was dark, without even a trace of light. Lu Ming felt a little panic in his heart, and hurriedly raised his hands to feel around randomly.
"Brother, you're awake." A familiar voice suddenly sounded beside me.
When Lu Ming heard the voice, he looked to the side in a hurry, but he could not see anything. He could only anxiously ask: "Xiao Mo, where are you? Why can't I see you?"
The other party was silent for a long time, and then Lu Ming felt a warm source approaching him. He said, "Brother, I'm here."
Lu Ming reached out and fumbled around for a while, until his hands touched Jing Mo's body, he breathed a sigh of relief. Then, as if he suddenly remembered something, he hurriedly asked: "Xiao Mo, are you injured? Why did you knock me out at that time..."
"Brother, I'm fine." Jing Mo interrupted Lu Ming, then smiled softly and said, "He Yuanqi was suddenly attacked by his own evil spirit. After you fainted, he screamed in pain and ran away. I carried you here."
Lu Ming nodded, and smiled with some relief: "It can be considered as escaping a disaster, but..."
Lu Ming's expression suddenly became somewhat painful. He lowered his eyes and whispered, "Fu Shu is gone after all. No matter what, I will go down the cliff to find her. I want to find her alive or dead."
Jing Mo was silent for a while, then he sighed softly and said, "Brother, you can't leave here now."
Lu Ming was stunned and asked in confusion: "Why?"
Jing Mo suddenly clenched the hand that was holding Lu Ming, and said in a low voice: "Brother, you have overused your spiritual energy, and your eyes are temporarily blind. Now the only way to recover is to heal your body as soon as possible."
Hearing this, Lu Ming's body suddenly stiffened, and then he gave a bitter smile. Although his eyes were wide open, they looked empty and lifeless, but his tone was still firm: "Even if I am blind, I will go."
Jing Mo's eyes turned cold, he suppressed his displeasure, and said: "Brother, you have been unconscious for three days. Even if you rush over now, Fu Shu will..."
Lu Ming's body froze, and he remained silent. Seeing his expression, Jing Mo could only continue to coax him, "Brother, the cliff is bottomless. With our current strength, we simply cannot reach the bottom of the cliff. It would be better for you to heal your wounds first, and we can go find some useful magic tools, and then go down to find Fu Shu's body and bury it properly."
Lu Ming's cheeks were a little pale, and a trace of sadness and forbearance flashed in his eyes. Finally, he gritted his teeth and nodded.
Jing Mo felt relieved when he saw Lu Ming finally agreed. He comforted him softly, "Brother, you don't have to be too sad. The dead are gone. The most important thing for you now is to take good care of your body and regain your sight."
Lu Ming nodded, forced a difficult smile, and said softly: "Xiao Mo, you don't have to worry too much. I know now is not the time to be sad."
Jing Mo finally felt relieved and said with a sigh of relief: "That's good."
Lu Ming lowered his head and remained silent, but suddenly some plots in the book came to his mind. In this world of cultivating immortals, after a person dies, if the soul is not guided by someone, it will hover around the body all day and cannot leave. If he could get to the valley under the cliff as soon as possible, use the soul-locking magic weapon to lead Fu Shu's soul into the magic weapon, find a suitable body, and then use Taoist magic to bring people back to life.
Moreover, Lu Ming clearly remembered that when Sang Wusheng was young, he offended a Taoist priest and was severely injured by him. By chance, the injured Sang Wusheng accidentally entered a cave, and at the end of the cave, there was the legendary spiritual spring.
This spiritual spring can not only help the injured recover, but also increase the speed of the cultivator's cultivation by several times. Lu Ming thought that if he could find this spiritual spring, maybe his spiritual energy could return to his body sooner and his eyes could recover as soon as possible.
Thinking of this, Lu Ming hurriedly asked Jing Mo: "Xiao Mo, do you know where Wumian Mountain is?"
"Wumian Mountain?" Jing Mo was slightly stunned, then said, "It's only two hundred miles away from here."
"Great!" Lu Ming's eyes flashed with surprise, and he said excitedly, "Let's get going quickly and go to Wumian Mountain."
Volume 2: Journey to Kun-Lai
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