Hua Tui obviously noticed the new members Lu Ming and Jing Mo. She raised her chin and said proudly, "Who are you?"
Lu Ming was slightly stunned, then said seriously: "I am a disciple of Kun-Lai. I wonder why you brought so many people here?"
Hua Tu snorted coldly, staring at Lu Ming with her beautiful eyes and said, "Where did you hide my brother Wu Sheng? I followed his scent all the way to Kun-Lai Summit, but he disappeared there. It must be you stinky Taoist priests who captured him!"
Lu Ming glanced at her calmly and said, "Sang Wusheng is not here, and Kunlai is not willing to do such a thing. You should leave here quickly. If you continue to make trouble, both sides will suffer. I believe the Demon Lord will not allow such a thing to happen."
When Hua Tu heard this, she was really afraid that the Demon Lord would blame her, but she couldn't bring herself to retreat, so she said angrily: "Stop talking nonsense! If I don't see Brother Wu Sheng today, I will stay here!"
Lu Ming was speechless after hearing this, and was secretly worried about Hua Tui's IQ. If Sang Wusheng concealed her aura and joined the Kun-Lai sect, wouldn't everyone in Kun-Lai know about it after Hua Tui made such a fuss? This girl is pretty, but her brain is not very good.
A young man standing next to Hua Tui lowered his voice and whispered a few words to her with a patient expression: "Saint, let's go. If you continue like this, your identity as the Demon Envoy will definitely be exposed..."
Apart from the demons, only Jing Mo and Lu Ming were of the highest rank, so these words were heard by them word for word. Lu Ming gave Jing Mo a helpless smile. It seemed that the demons did not come to Kun-Lai intentionally to cause trouble. Hua Tu must have insisted on coming to Kun-Lai Mountain to find Sang Wusheng, so she insisted on having her men accompany her here.
Hua Tu was first warned by Lu Ming, and now even her own subordinates were advising her in the same way. Her face turned very ugly. She gritted her teeth, and before anyone could react, she immediately drew out the long whip from her waist and whipped the Kun-Lai disciple closest to her.
The Kun-Lai disciple had just started learning and was only in the middle stage of Qi Refining. His magic power was very low. When he saw the long whip suddenly waving towards him, he was so scared that he even forgot to run away. He just stood there in a daze, his legs trembling, his eyes tightly closed, waiting for the whip to fall on him.
The disciple closed his eyes and didn't see what happened. However, after a long time, he didn't feel any pain, but suddenly there were bursts of inhalation sounds around him. He opened his eyes in confusion, but was stunned by the scene in the next second.
The handsome and indifferent young man was standing in front of him at this moment. His eyes were as cold as iron, and his handsome profile did not show any expression. However, the coldness emanating from his body made the people around him feel chilled.
Lu Ming tightly grasped one side of the long whip with one hand. Black smoke was coming out from the place where his hand touched the whip, and a "sizzling" sound was made.
The disciple was so frightened when he saw this that he broke into a cold sweat. If the whip hit him, he would definitely die on the spot. This demon lady was really cruel and vicious.
"Oh no, the whip is poisonous!" A disciple suddenly shouted in fear.
Jing Mo rushed forward, slapped the whip away, and took Lu Ming's hand. He saw that the palm was covered with black evil spirit, which looked like charcoal ash. Jing Mo's heart suddenly tightened, and his tone was anxious and fearful. He hurriedly said: "Brother, how do you feel? Does it hurt?"
Seeing that Jing Mo was really anxious, Lu Ming quickly shook his head and said, "Don't worry, I'm fine."
Jing Mo sealed the acupuncture points on Lu Ming's hand to prevent the evil spirit from spreading to his limbs. His eyes turned cold and he shouted at Hua Tui: "Quickly bring the antidote!"
Hua Tu glanced at him arrogantly and said coldly: "There is no antidote."
Jing Mo's patience seemed to have reached its limit when Lu Ming was injured. His mind was now filled with Lu Ming's injured right hand and pale cheek. His heart suddenly sank, and he could no longer care about anything else. He quickly used his spiritual energy to rush to Hua Tui. Before the other party could react, he pinched Hua Tui's neck with one hand. His eyes seemed to be stained with red, and he looked like a ghost, which made people feel terrified.
Jing Mo's voice was so cold that there was almost no warmth: "I'll ask you again, where is the antidote?"
Hua Tui was so frightened by the look in his eyes that she was speechless. A trace of fear flashed across her eyes, and she stammered, "I...I didn't."
Jing Mo's eyes turned cold, and the fingers that were pinching her neck gradually tightened. Hua Tui's face suddenly turned pale, and the extreme lack of oxygen made her instinctively struggle hard, but it was a pity that Jing Mo was merciless, his expression was still cold, and his hands showed no sign of stopping.
When the demons saw this, they shouted angrily, "Let the Saint go! We have the antidote!"
Jing Mo glanced at everyone calmly and said word by word: "Hand it over."
The people in the demon world didn't dare to step forward, fearing that Jing Mo would strangle Hua Tui to death if he got upset. They shouted anxiously, "Let go of the Saint first, and we'll throw the antidote to you, okay?"
Jing Mo snorted coldly, and his hand loosened. Hua Tu fell to the ground weakly, gasping for breath, with tears in the corners of her eyes. She looked angrily at the hateful young man in front of her, wishing she could go up to him and whip him to death.
The young man who had just whispered to Hua Ti hurriedly helped Hua Ti, who was sitting on the ground, up. He winked at the people beside him, and that group of people quickly rushed forward and surrounded Jing Mo.
The young man sneered, "How dare you disrespect the saint? I think you are tired of living." After saying that, he waved his hand, and everyone immediately pounced on Jing Mo.
Jing Mo glanced at everyone coldly, raised his slender hand slightly, and all of a sudden, vigorous spiritual energy seemed to rush over like an overwhelming force, and golden light emanated from his body, as if it had pushed all the surrounding demons away several meters in an instant.
Almost everyone suffered horrific punishment. The demonic energy was devoured by the pure and abundant magic, causing all the demon cultivators present to roll on the ground in pain, emitting a pungent burnt smell. It was obvious that they were badly injured by the golden light just now.
The young man saw that the situation was hopeless and knew that this person's skills were unfathomable. If he continued, he would probably suffer even more. So his face darkened and he picked up Hua Ti and ran away.
Unfortunately, the person they met was Jing Mo. Before the two of them could run a few meters away, Jing Mo teleported in front of them like a ghost. His cold aura seemed like a ghost from hell. Just hearing him speak was enough to make people shudder: "Did I say I let you go?"
The young man was so frightened that his spiritual energy was suddenly drawn out of his body by Jing Mo. The next second, he fell straight down from the air and hit the ground with a dull thud.
Jing Mo had a faint smile on his face. He squatted down, his back facing Lu Ming, his red eyes gleaming with bloodthirsty light. He said calmly: "Do you think you can succeed if I let her go? I just don't want to use her to threaten you to take out the antidote. Even if there are ten times more people, I can still kill all of you with just one finger."
When the young man and Hua Tu heard this, they suddenly felt a chill of fear in their hearts. This man was ruthless and vicious, not inferior to them, the people in the demon world. He was even worse than them, and his style of doing things was almost exactly the same as that of the demon envoy.
Thinking of this, the young man did not dare to act recklessly anymore. He quickly took out the antidote from his arms, presented it with both hands, and said with a pleading voice: "This is the antidote. Please let us go, Taoist priest. We will evacuate this place and never set foot in Kun-Lai again."
Jing Mo got the antidote, snorted coldly, and hurriedly flew towards Lu Ming. She instantly switched from cool and domineering mode to homely girl mode, putting on a pitiful and aggrieved look. With tears in her eyes, she applied the antidote to Lu Ming and choked up a little, saying, "Brother, if you do this again next time, I will never talk to you again."
Lu Ming looked at Jing Mo with a slightly embarrassed expression. It was really hard to resist this child when he started to act coquettishly. Was this really his younger brother with extraordinary magical powers?
#My brother can't be that girly#
The people around were still a little confused about the current situation. How could the situation suddenly take a big turn in the blink of an eye? The demons from the Demon Realm, who were originally extremely arrogant, were now lying on the ground groaning in pain. Even the arrogant Saint of the Demon Realm was now frightened and collapsed on the ground, her face turning blue and purple, looking very ugly.
Everyone's expressions were wonderful, but it didn't affect the two people here at all. Jing Mo carefully applied the medicine to Lu Ming, and saw the black air in his palm gradually dissipate. He then probed the spiritual energy into Lu Ming's body and checked it several times, until he was sure that the poison had been completely resolved, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.
Jing Mo turned his head, his handsome face immediately changed into a cold expression, and he ordered the disciples of Kun-Lai: "Go and throw these demon cultivators out of the Kun-Lai gate, and don't let them in again."
Everyone seemed to have just woken up from a dream and dared not disobey. They hurriedly followed Jing Mo's instructions to surround the group of demon cultivators who were still struggling, and used their spiritual energy to send everyone to the outside of the tall building at the entrance of Kun-Lai.
Before leaving, Hua Tu glared at Jing Mo coldly, snorted, and flew away without caring about the lives of the other demon cultivators. The young man sighed helplessly, ran out of the door with a dusty face, and led the disciples down the mountain.
When Master Fuchen and Yunche arrived with dozens of disciples, they saw that there was no one at the entrance of the main hall. They were shocked and surprised, and hurriedly asked someone to ask, and then they knew everything. They couldn't help but sigh in their hearts that Jing Mo was indeed worthy of being a nominal disciple accepted by the headmaster as an exception. He really had extraordinary magic power and outstanding abilities, and did not disgrace the reputation of Kun-Lai at all.
After this incident, all the disciples on Kun-Lai Mountain became more respectful and obedient to their two senior brothers Jing Mo and He Qingci.
On this side, Jing Mo was sulking the whole way and was completely unwilling to pay attention to Lu Ming. He didn't say a word to him until they entered the room. Instead, he had a sullen face and pursed his lips.
Lu Ming was stunned for a moment, then he realized that he seemed to have made him worry again. He couldn't help feeling guilty, sighed softly, reached out and pulled Jing Mo's sleeve, and said, "Xiao Mo, you..."
Before he could finish his words, Jing Mo suddenly exerted force, stretched out his hand and pulled hard, and Lu Ming was brought into a warm embrace.
Jing Mo hugged him tightly in his arms, resting his head on Lu Ming's shoulder, and his hot breath sprayed on his neck, making Lu Ming shiver uncomfortably. He wanted to push away the person who was imprisoning him.
Lu Ming put his hand on his chest and pushed hard. But Jing Mo was very strong, and Lu Ming struggled for a long time but couldn't break free. He could only whisper, "I'm sorry."
Jing Mo suddenly straightened up and pushed Lu Ming hard. Lu Ming screamed and his back slammed against the stone wall. Then Jing Mo rushed forward, pushed Lu Ming against the wall, and looked down at Lu Ming.
A trace of confusion flashed in Lu Ming's eyes. What was wrong with this kid? Lu Ming sighed helplessly and raised his head to look at Jing Mo in front of him. However, when he saw the other's expression clearly, he was stunned.
Jing Mo's eyes were red, and the look in his eyes was so complicated. There was sadness, pain, struggle, and other things that Lu Ming couldn't see clearly.
Lu Ming was stunned by such a look, staring blankly at Jing Mo who was so close to him. For the first time, he felt like running away quickly. He felt that if he didn't do something at this moment, he would get into more trouble. Although he himself didn't quite understand why he was so timid.
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