Lu Ming placed his palm on Jing Mo's chest, closed his eyes, and his spiritual sense gradually probed towards Jing Mo's location.
At the moment when the spiritual energy met, Lu Ming felt as if he was sucked into a wonderful place, and an endless corridor suddenly appeared in front of him. Lu Ming raised his foot and walked slowly. With each step, the road behind him disappeared. After he walked hundreds of meters, he gradually saw a faint light in front of him. When he turned around and looked back, it turned into a bottomless abyss.
Lu Ming took a few steps back with lingering fear. This abyss looked extremely terrifying. If he accidentally fell in, he would probably be wiped out. The more he thought about it, the more creepy it seemed. Lu Ming no longer hesitated and quickly used his spiritual energy to fly away. The road behind him continued to disappear, as if a flood or a beast was chasing him. Lu Ming flew faster and faster.
After a long time, the beam of light gradually became brighter. Lu Ming was delighted. He walked through the corridor and reached the other side of the light. This should be the illusion that Jing Mo was trapped in.
It’s a pity that the road they came from has disappeared. If they want to go back again, they must restore Jing Mo’s consciousness and pull him out of the illusion. Otherwise, this road will always be blocked and will always be a bottomless abyss. No wonder 233 told him that if he can’t find Jing Mo successfully, he may never come back.
Gradually, the light slowly covered the entire space. Lu Ming reached out and pushed open the quaint red-painted door in front of him, then walked in.
As soon as he entered, a cold wind blew towards him. Lu Ming's expression froze, and he looked around cautiously. His eyes gradually changed from calm to astonishment, and then from astonishment to fear.
The world in this illusion array was like a village. Everywhere I looked was covered with white snow. The treetops, roofs, and roads were all covered with thick snow. However, not far away, it was like a Shura field, with countless corpses lying in all directions. Blood slowly flowed out from under their bodies and gathered together, like a stream, which was still flowing into the river beside it.
Lu Ming was so shocked by the scene that he stood there in a daze, feeling uneasy. What had Jing Mo encountered in the past that he could imagine such a horrific scene?
The smell of blood blew towards Lu Ming with the cold wind, making Lu Ming's stomach sour. The scene in front of him should have just experienced a melee, and almost everyone died in this battle. The corpses were the evidence.
Lu Ming didn't have time to think about it and hurriedly looked around for Jing Mo's trace.
He anxiously searched for Jing Mo, and finally found Jing Mo, who was already unconscious, among the pile of corpses on the ground. His whole body seemed to be soaked in blood, his cheeks and body were covered with blood, his face was pale, and his chest was heaving violently.
Lu Ming breathed a sigh of relief, secretly glad that the child was still breathing. He quickly squatted down, patted Jing Mo's face and said, "Xiao Mo, wake up quickly!"
Jing Mo seemed to have heard Lu Ming's cry. His brows furrowed tightly, and he groaned in pain a few times before opening his eyes.
Jing Mo's eyes were red, with deep and strong hatred, staring at Lu Ming in front of him. Lu Ming was frightened by his eyes, his heart sank, and he shouted hesitantly: "Xiao Mo, what's wrong with you?"
Jing Mo's whole body trembled, and he quickly looked away, his eyes gradually turning from red to pitch black. He seemed to have just woken up from a nightmare, panting heavily, and immediately lowered his head without answering Lu Ming.
Lu Ming hurriedly injected spiritual energy into his body, but was suddenly pulled away by a strong force. He felt dizzy and fell to the ground. Jing Mo pinned him down and he could not move.
Lu Ming cried out in shock, his back hurting from the blow, but he didn't dare to push Jing Mo away, fearing that he might accidentally hurt him. He looked up at Jing Mo in surprise, only to see that Jing Mo's eyes had turned into that strange red again, and he was looking at Lu Ming coldly and angrily, with a cold smile on his lips, squinting his eyes, and then said: "You want to leave me?"
Lu Ming was slightly stunned, not quite understanding what Jing Mo said. What on earth was this kid crazy about? Was he frightened silly by the hellish scene just now?
While Lu Ming was still thinking hard about what to do, Jing Mo, who was pressing on him, suddenly snorted coldly. His eyes remained red, but his hands began to move. While stripping Lu Ming's clothes, he murmured, "If you want to leave, why don't you take me with you?"
After that, before Lu Ming could react, he suddenly bent down, and in Lu Ming's extremely shocked eyes, he stretched out his tongue and gently licked Lu Ming's plump lips, then quickly straightened up, smacked his lips and said, "Soft."
Although Lu Ming was somewhat speechless about being forcefully kissed by his brother, his anger instantly disappeared when he saw Jing Mo looking at him with wide eyes and long eyelashes blinking, looking innocent and pitiful. He patted Jing Mo's head with a smile and said unhappily, "Are you really stupid?"
Jing Mo slapped Lu Ming's hand away unhappily, stood up, pulled Lu Ming and ran quickly, panting as he ran: "I'm not a child anymore, don't talk to me in that tone!"
Lu Ming was helpless. How could Jing Mo suddenly become so arrogant after being trapped in the illusion? Was he still in a nightmare? Or was this his true nature?
Lu Ming shook his head vigorously, throwing this thought out of his mind. Xiao Mo has always been so well-behaved and obedient, he must be controlled by hallucinations. Let's just let him go for now, I don't know where this kid is going to take him.
Lu Ming followed Jing Mo all the way until they crossed a stream and then slowly went up along the stone road. Half an hour later, Jing Mo finally pulled Lu Ming to stop on the top of a mountain.
Lu Ming looked at the surrounding environment in confusion, and vaguely felt that this place was familiar. He asked Jing Mo: "Where is this?"
Jing Mo smiled slightly, and then said: "Brother, have you forgotten? This is Wumian Mountain."
Lu Ming's heart tightened and he walked a few steps to the west. Sure enough, he saw a towering tree, and next to the tree was a cave. That was the spiritual spring he had visited not long ago.
Lu Ming understood and said, "So this is the place."
Jing Mo took a few steps forward, but the scene in front of him suddenly changed completely. The Wumian Mountain, which was originally beautiful and full of sunshine, seemed to be torn apart by something. The bright blue sky slowly faded, and darkness gradually covered the entire Wumian Mountain. In an instant, Wumian Mountain seemed to have turned into another Shura field, with a disgusting smell of blood all around. Just like what was seen in the village at the foot of the mountain, everyone died tragically. The surroundings were so quiet that it made people feel creepy. As the biting cold wind blew desperately, Lu Ming stood there, his face pale and his fists clenched. What on earth was going on?
Jing Mo's eyes never left the open space in front of him, and he stood there motionless. Lu Ming took a deep breath and slowly approached him. At this moment, a violent noise suddenly came from the open space. Lu Ming was startled and looked up quickly.
Suddenly, two men appeared out of nowhere, one wearing a black robe and the other wearing a green robe. Both of them had stern expressions on their faces and exuded terrifying pressure. It was obvious that they were in a confrontation.
Lu Ming's breathing paused and his whole body stiffened. Why did the scene of He Qingci and Sang Wusheng's duel appear in Jing Mo's hallucination?
Before Lu Ming had time to think, the two began to fight. Although both were top masters, Sang Wusheng had already obtained the Qingli Sword. Although He Qingci was strong, he gradually fell into a disadvantage. Soon, he was beaten by Sang Wusheng and began to spit blood. His face was as pale as paper. He fell to the ground and held on for a breath, but his eyes showed no intention of retreating.
Sang Wusheng narrowed his eyes and asked, "You're still unwilling to admit defeat?"
He Qingci raised his lips and smiled coldly: "If you lose, you lose. What's the point of living in disgrace?"
Sang Wusheng said calmly: "In that case, I will grant your wish."
After that, a strong light instantly enveloped the entire Wumian Mountain, and Lu Ming was blinded by the light. When the light faded, he opened his eyes and saw that He Qingci had long disappeared from the open space. Only Sang Wusheng was left standing in the wind, expressionless.
Lu Ming felt cold in his heart. It seemed that He Qingci had been stabbed by Sang Wusheng's Qingli Sword. His soul had been shattered and no trace of his body was left.
Jing Mo, who was standing aside, had red eyes and stared at the man in front of him, with hatred flashing in his eyes, as if he was going to rush forward and fight with him in the next second.
Lu Ming asked worriedly, "Xiao Mo, are you okay?"
Jing Mo slowly turned his head and looked at him aggrievedly, but a tear suddenly fell from the corner of his eye. The strong sadness and grief in his eyes were obvious. After a long time, he spoke with difficulty: "Brother, this can't be true? You will be... killed by him?"
Lu Ming was stunned. How should he answer? In the original novel, He Qingci was indeed stabbed to death by Sang Wusheng, but he was the one who took He Qingci's place to finish his life. It didn't seem quite right to say yes or no.
Jing Mo saw Lu Ming remained silent and didn't answer. A trace of despair suddenly flashed across his eyes. He turned his head sadly and looked at the empty space again. There, the scene just now was repeated again, and the scene of the duel between the two was played out over and over again.
Jing Mo bit his lips tightly, and the obscurity in his eyes seemed to become even more intense.
The man's appearance was almost identical to his own, except that he was a few years older. The long sword in his hand was clearly a treasure that his mother had handed to him personally before he and his brother fled the He family. He had already sworn in blood to claim ownership of the sword. Sang Wusheng was the only one in the world who could control the Qingli Sword.
But why in this illusion he created, his brother was killed by his own hands?
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