Ze Yu smiled and nodded, stretched out his hand and gently stroked Lu Ming. Suddenly, Lu Ming felt his hands and feet lighten, and when he looked down, he saw that the handcuffs and shackles made of black iron had loosened and fallen to the ground.
Lu Ming flexed his wrists and asked, "Will Fu Shu and Shao Ji..."
Ze Yu smiled slightly and said, "You underestimate Shao Ji. He is very capable. He has already fled east with Fu Shu. Now the two of them are hiding in Hongliu Ridge."
Lu Ming breathed a sigh of relief, but then he became worried again. The terrain of Hongliu Ridge was complex and dangerous, and the illusion array was natural, with hidden mysteries everywhere. Although they could temporarily avoid being hunted down, it was also very dangerous for the two of them. In this case, he needed to escape as soon as possible to find the two of them.
Ze Yu said to Lu Ming, "I came here to help you escape because someone asked me to do so. I can't interfere with what happens next. You will be in charge of the rest. Remember, just follow your heart."
As soon as he finished speaking, Ze Yu's figure disappeared into the darkness again and finally disappeared.
Lu Ming was confused. Ze Yu said that he came to help him this time because he was asked by someone else. Lu Ming thought about it and thought that the person who helped him secretly and could even ask the Immortal Emperor for help...it could only be him.
Lu Ming sighed, collected his mind, circulated the spiritual energy around him, and found that the spiritual energy had returned. Lu Ming looked at Sang Wusheng who was staring at him not far away, and his eyes suddenly showed a sharp edge. A spiritual energy with terrifying murderous aura suddenly turned into a sharp blade emitting cold light, and before Sang Wusheng could react, it had quickly rushed to the position of Sang Wusheng's chest.
Sang Wusheng's face changed suddenly, and he was about to release his demonic energy and raise his hand to block it, but he was afraid that after his demonic energy collided with the opponent's spiritual energy, the horrible impact force would hurt the person in front of him. Sang Wusheng sighed weakly in his heart, his eyes dimmed slightly, and he quietly put down his raised hand.
The sharp blade quickly rushed to Sang Wusheng, and the powerful impact knocked Sang Wusheng to the ground. Blood immediately gushed out of his mouth, and the bright colors dripped onto the white and smooth stone slabs, which looked even more dazzling. Sang Wusheng's eyes were red, and he stared at Lu Ming without letting go. There was no ripple in his eyes, not even a trace of pain or shock.
It's not that Lu Ming didn't see Sang Wusheng's raised hand. He could have avoided the attack, but he resisted it in the end. Lu Ming didn't dare to think about what Sang Wusheng's action meant. He just felt as if a cold current suddenly swept through his heart, making his hands and feet cold in this warm March day, as if he had fallen into an ice river. He bit his lips tightly until a bloody taste came into his mouth, which temporarily made him sober. Lu Ming looked at Sang Wusheng expressionlessly, deliberately ignoring the bloodstains on the ground that almost stung his eyes, and then released a vigorous spiritual energy, turned around and flew forward.
Sang Wusheng's lips trembled, and his eyes slowly turned red. He looked at Lu Ming's back, and his heart was extremely panicked. He shouted to Lu Ming in a hoarse voice, with pleading and pain in his tone: "Brother, you are not allowed to leave!"
Lu Ming paused, and turned his face slightly. Suddenly, a few rays of bright sunlight shone through the darkness. The sunlight sprinkled on his pale skin, and from a distance it looked like a layer of transparent halo.
Sang Wusheng looked at his handsome profile, and begged with trembling lips: "Brother, you can't leave... I will go crazy."
Lu Ming never looked back at him. After a long while, he said in a deep voice, "From today on, we are no longer friends, and this hatred is irreconcilable."
After saying that, Lu Ming left without looking back.
Sang Wusheng looked at the figure gradually disappearing into the darkness, his chest rising and falling violently, and finally he choked out a mouthful of blood. The blood flowed down the white neck, and the strange red eyes kept flashing, which looked very shocking.
Sang Wusheng raised the corners of his mouth and looked towards the direction where Lu Ming disappeared without saying a word. After a long while, he actually burst into laughter. That laughter contained too much helplessness and sadness, which seemed to be more moving than crying.
When this person left, he didn't even look back. Did he just leave without any attachment?
He looked at me so coldly as I fell to the ground, bleeding all over the floor, but it didn't arouse the slightest bit of heartache in him?
Did he throw away his dignity, lie on the ground and beg him desperately, but in the end he still left so ruthlessly?
This was his brother. If he regarded him as his friend, he would not fear death for him; if he regarded him as his enemy, he would fight to the death even if his body was torn to pieces. In just a few days, the brother he loved so much, the brother who was willing to sacrifice his life for him, now regarded him as his enemy?
This hatred is irreconcilable.
A smile appeared on Sang Wusheng's lips, and the decisive and cold words that Lu Ming said when he left echoed in his ears again.
Only by mastering absolute power and making this world completely belong to him, his brother will never be able to escape from him again.
Brother, it's not that I won't stop. Never.
Sang Wusheng propped himself up and stood up. The demonic energy gradually emanated from his body, enveloping him. The dark clouds in the sky also slowly dissipated at this moment, and the bright light illuminated the entire Kun-Lai Summit again.
The huge energy consumption and internal injuries just now made him unable to keep Luming, but next time, he would not make the same mistake again. Sang Wusheng turned around expressionlessly and walked into the cave. His cold face showed no emotional fluctuations, but his slightly trembling body clearly showed the great pain he was enduring at the moment.
At this moment, a man in black suddenly appeared at the entrance of the cave. Sang Wusheng paused, and the man in black knelt down and said respectfully: "Demon Envoy, I just received news that Fu Shu and Shao Ji escaped."
Sang Wusheng's eyes darkened, and a cold breath like a poisonous snake began to spread everywhere. The man in black who was closer to Sang Wusheng was immediately blown several meters away by this evil spirit, spitting blood from his mouth, but he immediately endured the discomfort and fear of his body, fell to his knees with a plop, and his body trembled instinctively, not daring to say anything.
There was a trace of coldness in Sang Wusheng's eyes, and his low and cold voice sounded like a demon descending. He spoke in a cold tone, "Send more people to find these two people. The assassins we sent out before were not capable enough and did not do their job well, so there is no need to keep them."
Hearing this, the man in black was suddenly filled with fear, and his whole body felt cold. He trembled and forced himself to calm down, clasping his fists and answering, "Yes!"
After the man in black retreated, Sang Wusheng turned around and looked at the direction where Lu Ming escaped, with a strange smile on his face.
It seems that my plan has to be carried out ahead of schedule after all.
However, at this moment, the little dragon with excellent eyesight looked at the young man who was covered in blood and looked ashen from afar. After a long time, he retracted his gaze, stretched out his claws and carefully wiped the tear marks on Lu Ming's cheek that had become cold. There was a faint glimmer of tears in his big dark eyes.
What a disaster, 233 thought sadly.
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High in the sky, a man is riding the wind.
He had a cold look in his eyes, and a black robe draped loosely on his body, but it did not diminish his elegance at all. On the contrary, this casual attire made his originally cold and indifferent appearance even more romantic and unruly, like a natural black uncut jade, which made him even more dazzling and eye-catching.
A chubby green dragon lay on his shoulder, yawning and complaining in boredom: "Master, you have been flying for three days, aren't you tired?"
Lu Ming shook his head and said, "Fu Shu and the others are in Hongliu Ridge. I must find them quickly."
233 looked at Lu Ming's tired expression and the dark circles under his eyes, knowing that he was just trying to hold on. However, his stubborn character made 233 realize that he would not listen to advice, so he had no choice but to change the subject and asked, "Sang Wusheng didn't catch up?"
Lu Ming's eyes flashed coldly, and he said in a deep voice: "He cast a soul-chasing curse on me."
233 was surprised and asked, "When did it happen?"
Lu Ming said, "Just when he was leaving. I found him three days ago, so I had to catch a spirit bird and cast the soul-chasing spell on it. The spirit bird flies very fast, so I was able to make him fly in a big circle."
233 was shocked and said, "It's actually a soul-chasing curse... This curse needs to be fed with the blood of the heart for several days to succeed. Sang Wusheng was able to quietly place it on you in an instant. It seems that he had anticipated what would happen today. He is really scheming. However, the master was able to discover it and come up with a countermeasure in an instant. His scheming seems to be even deeper..."
Lu Ming said calmly: "You talk too much."
233 shuddered all over, and hurriedly changed the subject, pretending to be serious: "But didn't he cast several forbidden spells on you? If you use your spiritual energy recklessly now, there's no guarantee that he won't be discovered."
Lu Ming glanced at 233 and then said, "I made a lot of spirit storage devices and carried them with me."
233 tilted his head and thought for a long time, but still didn't quite understand what Lu Ming meant. Lu Ming had to explain: "The spirit storage device can store spiritual energy in the magic weapon. If the spiritual energy is exhausted by accident, I only need to release a weak spiritual energy to drive the spirit storage device to take me flying. Sang Wusheng must follow the soul-chasing spell first this time. By the time he finds out that this is a trap, I will have flown a long distance. In addition, he is now injured internally and his spiritual energy is over-consumed. He should not be able to detect such weak spiritual energy within a month."
233 looked at Lu Ming with admiration and said, "Master is amazing. He actually created such a convenient magic tool."
Lu Ming smiled helplessly and said, "I accidentally saw the blueprint in an ancient book. I thought it was interesting and useful, so I wanted to make it and give it to Jing Mo..."
Lu Ming's voice suddenly stopped, and silence spread in the air. 233 swallowed his saliva, dared not speak again, and quietly retreated into the space to hide. 233 thought helplessly that Jing Mo, or Sang Wusheng, had long become a part of the master's daily life. He habitually thought of this person first in various occasions and situations. If he wanted to forget now, he would probably never be able to forget it even if he spent his entire life...
Lu Ming flew for ten days, and when he was tired, he went to rest in the space. However, he was naturally impatient when he encountered his own people, so he did not take a good rest and continued to fly. Whenever the energy of the spirit storage device was exhausted, he hid in the space to inject spiritual energy to fill it up. For several days, there was no sign of Sang Wusheng chasing him.
233 wiped the sweat off Lu Ming's forehead with his paw, and then said, "Master, it's only three days away from Hongliu Ridge."
Lu Ming nodded and said with a smile: "This way, we can reunite with them soon."
233 was about to say something when his face suddenly changed and he shouted to Lu Ming: "Master, there is a strange smell down there!"
Lu Ming frowned and looked down at the ground. A puff of black smoke was slowly rising from the dense jungle. Lu Ming did not dare to use his spiritual sense to explore the situation below, so he had to let 233 sense it.
233 frowned and said, "How could it be him..."
"Him?" Lu Ming repeated, "An acquaintance?"
233 glanced at Lu Ming and said, "He is more than an acquaintance. Master, go down and take a look. His aura is almost gone now, so he poses no threat to you."
Lu Ming slowly landed around the black smoke with curiosity, and saw a huge black pit appearing right in front of him. The pit was obviously caused by a huge external force, and there was a charred person lying in the middle of the pit.
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