Lu Ming said to himself: "I am from another world. To explain it in the words of this world, I am He Qingci's original body, and I have taken over his body."
Sang Wusheng turned around suddenly, his eyes red. He asked in a trembling voice: "When?"
Lu Ming replied: "Twenty-eight years ago, He Qingci was only fourteen years old."
Sang Wusheng breathed a sigh of relief. Wasn't it the year 28 years ago when he first met his brother? Sang Wusheng looked at Lu Ming and said softly, "What does that matter? God has allowed you to be with me, which is the greatest luck in this life."
Lu Ming patted his head, wondering why this kid always said some overly childish love words. Lu Ming couldn't help but laugh and explained, "It's not that simple. In fact, this world should be different. Do you know why I know that jade pendant? Because it was originally yours."
"My stuff?" Sang Wusheng repeated silently, searching his memory, wondering, "I don't have anything like this."
Lu Ming said calmly: "Or rather, that is something you should have had. Because of my appearance, the world has changed, and the things that should have appeared have disappeared. This is in line with common sense. But in this illusion, the things that disappeared suddenly appear now. This is extremely abnormal."
Sang Wusheng was increasingly confused by Lu Ming's words. Lu Ming sighed and told him the truth, starting from the day he first entered this world.
What should this world be like? He Qingci and Sang Wusheng were enemies. They had always been at odds with each other, and finally it came to a life-and-death struggle. On Wumian Mountain, Sang Wusheng and He Qingci fought to the death. He Qingci died under Sang Wusheng's Qingli Sword, and his soul flew away. Sang Wusheng inherited all the power of the demon clan, and the entire cultivation world was under his command. He was the only Immortal Emperor Demon Lord in tens of millions of years. He got all the wealth and power, and the whole world was controlled by him. He was supreme and unmatched.
In this life, because of Lu Ming's arrival, Sang Wusheng no longer had the strong ambitions he had in his previous life. Many of the fame and power he once valued seemed to be gone in this life. In his eyes and heart, there was only his brother, and his brother became the meaning of everything he did.
Due to a series of butterfly effects, Yunluan, who should have been alive in his previous life, died in front of Mingduo because of guilt. Because of Luming, Mingduo left the place where he had been trapped for hundreds of years and followed Luming to Kun-Lai Summit. Later, because of absorbing Yunluan's power, he became the ultimate villain.
Mingduo obtained the Tianya artifact, and glimpsed everything that was about to happen in the future, and learned the truth of this world. This jade pendant that should have appeared in the previous life now appeared in front of him intact, which was the ironclad evidence. Mingduo disappeared when he entered the cave. If everyone could not use spiritual energy, then how did Mingduo disappear under everyone's noses? He once said that his goal was to make the world start over again and return to its original appearance, so what he meant should be to bring back the original Sang Wusheng.
Sang Wusheng is the protagonist of this world. No matter which direction the world changes, it must be based on Sang Wusheng's own choices to trigger various changes. When Mingduo learned the truth, his purpose was very clear and definite, that is, as long as he changed Sang Wusheng, he could change the world.
Lu Ming finished talking for about half an hour. Sang Wusheng felt as if a huge rock was pressing on his heart. It turned out that this was the essence of the world. It turned out that the truth was so unbearable. If Ming Duo really had the ability to turn himself into the appearance of his previous life, then would it also mean that he would regard his brother as his mortal enemy and that his brother would die under his Qingli sword?
Sang Wusheng's breathing suddenly became rapid. He held Lu Ming's hand tightly and whispered, "Brother, I won't let that happen."
Lu Ming sighed softly, patted his head comfortingly, and said, "We are lovers. No matter what happens, we will face it together."
Sang Wusheng raised his head and looked at Lu Ming intently, his beautiful eyes full of disbelief and happiness that was about to overflow.
Lu Ming stood up and said with a slight smile: "Let's go out. We can't stay in this space forever."
Sang Wusheng nodded, and Lu Ming released his spiritual energy and pulled Sang Wusheng out of the space.
Outside the space, the situation is still tense.
Wang Yuxian couldn't help but jump up and down and cursed: "Where did you come from, you little brat? How dare you say such outrageous words!"
Ming Duo glanced at him calmly and said, "Master Wang, you are now in my environment and may be killed by me at any time, so you'd better shut up."
Wang Yu was extremely angry and rushed forward with his sword. Mingduo's eyes were slightly cold, and he swept Wang Yu's body several meters away with a gust of cold wind. Wang Yu was considered to have a high level of cultivation, but it seemed too difficult for him to stand up to Mingduo. The two fought for dozens of moves, and Wang Yu was suppressed and had no power to fight back. He was soon out of breath and defeated. He hurriedly retreated several steps before he could barely stabilize his body.
Seeing that Wang Yu had no power to fight back, everyone was frightened and scared. They all showed signs of retreating and involuntarily retreated several meters to avoid causing trouble to the fish pond.
Seeing that everyone present was completely unreliable, Sang Wusheng and Lu Ming looked at each other, drew the long swords at their waists and flew forward. Soon they flew up and engaged in a fight with each other.
Mingduo practiced the way of ghosts, his body was ethereal, and his methods were very strange. Even Sang Wusheng and Lu Ming had a hard time dealing with him. After several rounds, neither side was able to get the upper hand.
Ming Duo looked at Sang Wusheng and said with a smile: "You are still unwilling to use your true strength now?"
Sang Wusheng kept silent with a sullen face. Mingduo shook his head helplessly and sighed, "Why are you doing this? If you return to your original world, no one in the world can be your opponent."
Mingduo pointed his finger at Luming and said mercilessly: "It's him who delayed you."
Sang Wusheng said calmly: "Except for him, I don't want anything else. I only want him."
When Mingduo heard this, his expression immediately became distorted. He snorted and laughed, "If that's the case, then I don't have to show mercy. Don't blame me for not giving you a chance."
As soon as Ming Duo finished speaking, his strength suddenly surged several times. The jade pendant was in his hand without knowing when. He poured his spiritual energy into the jade pendant, and the jade pendant immediately began to emit a strong luster, which made everyone almost unable to open their eyes.
Ming Duo looked at the dazzling light and suddenly smiled. He said softly, "I have been looking for this jade pendant for a long time, and finally I found it. You may not know that the Tianya artifact has another use. As long as you find something that connects these two worlds, you can use it as a medium to return this world to its original state. The pattern on the wooden box was originally a forbidden spell I set. Since Sang Wusheng saw the pattern, this world has begun to change."
Lu Ming's heart tightened at Ming Duo's words. He ignored the pain in his eyes and looked quickly at Sang Wusheng standing beside him.
Under the shining light, Sang Wusheng's eyes suddenly became confused, and the strange pattern on his cheek turned from light to dark, gradually covering half of his face.
He looked extremely painful, holding his head tightly with both hands, and groaning in pain. Lu Ming quickly retracted his sword and flew towards Sang Wusheng eagerly.
Mingduo suddenly raised his hand and created a solid barrier to block Luming out. Luming was anxious and kept slashing at the barrier with his sword, but the barrier could not be shaken.
Lu Ming looked at the person in front of him in despair. He suddenly stopped what he was doing and was silent for a long time before trying to send a message: "Don't become that Sang Wusheng. We have finally been together. I cannot accept this ending."
As soon as Lu Ming finished speaking, he took a few deep breaths, and his eyes suddenly became firm. A burst of vigorous spiritual energy slowly flowed out of his body, and suddenly, a strong pressure quickly swept around, the whole earth suddenly trembled, the sun was covered by heavy clouds, and the whole earth suddenly became dim like night.
Everyone's faces suddenly changed. Oh no, could it be that the young master of the He family has gone insane and dared to release all the spiritual energy in his body to summon thunderclouds, intending to force a breakthrough? !
No, choosing to break through at this critical moment would do no good except to get himself into trouble. Did the young master of the He family want to use the power of thunder to lure Ming Duo into the thunder tribulation and kill him?
One has to admit that this is an extremely fast and effective method, but this approach of hurting the enemy by a thousand and hurting oneself by a thousand as well is simply chilling.
However, no one present cared about the crazy behavior of the young master of the He family. The most important thing now was to escape quickly to avoid being affected by the thunder. Sang Huai glanced at Sang Wusheng, who had fallen into madness and lost his mind, and a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. What did his life or death have to do with him? It would be better for him to die like this. Thinking of this, Sang Huai glanced at Sang Wusheng coldly and flew away without hesitation.
Mingduo also understood Luming's intention. He said with a sullen face: "Do you think I won't run away?"
Lu Ming smiled palely and said, "I won't give you a chance to escape."
After saying that, before Mingduo could react, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his hands and feet. Mingduo's expression changed, and he looked down hurriedly, only to find that his legs and hands were tightly entangled by thorny vines that emerged from the ground.
Ming Duo was slightly stunned, then smiled and said: "Using spiritual energy to stimulate the blood vines of the demon clan? Qingci, I really underestimated you. It turns out that you have such a wide range of interests that you even dare to touch things of the demon clan."
Lu Ming sneered: "I learned this move just to deal with villains like you. Fortunately, it was not learned in vain. Just stand there and wait for the thunder to strike you."
Ming Duo laughed as if he heard a joke: "I am already in the Mahayana stage now, how can a mere Divine Stage thunder tribulation hurt me?"
Lu Ming raised a cold smile and said softly, "Oh? Really? In the Spiritual Severing Stage, one needs to endure eighteen thunder tribulations to enter the Mahayana Stage. Have you ever endured them? Even if you absorb Yun Luan's abilities, they are not yours. One day, those illusory powers will only kill you."
Ming Duo said calmly: "It's okay. Even if it kills me one day, it won't be now."
As soon as he finished speaking, Mingduo suddenly stretched out his hand, with his five fingers bent into a strange arc. A black ghostly aura quickly extended to the blood vine like a sharp sword. As soon as the blood vine came into contact with the ghostly aura, it immediately made a sizzling sound, and then began to emit a disgusting stench. The originally green vines also quickly withered.
Lu Ming watched the blood vine wither coldly, but did not interfere. Ming Duo secretly said in his heart, "Oh no!" Before he could react, he suddenly felt a sharp tingling and numbness in his body, as if he was bitten by millions of insects and ants. Ming Duo looked at his slightly pale skin, and saw small red bumps covering his body at a very fast speed.
Ming Duo said coldly: "You actually had this idea."
Lu Ming said expressionlessly: "This blood vine is extremely poisonous. You are in such close contact with the stench, you are bound to be poisoned."
Mingduo felt his spiritual energy gradually weakening, and his face became uglier. A dark thundercloud had formed above his head, and it was getting lower and lower, making the whole earth dark. Then, a flash of lightning as bright as day suddenly flashed in the sky, and a loud thunder suddenly exploded. The whole mountain seemed to be shaken by the thunder, which was extremely terrifying.
Lu Ming withstood the thunderbolt with all his might, and his body felt as if it had been split open by several axes. He was in so much pain that he could hardly stand it. He could not help but groan in pain and knelt on one knee on the ground.
There are a total of eighteen lightning strikes in the Spirit Severing Stage, each one stronger than the last. Lu Ming is now relying solely on his muscles to barely withstand the first few lightning strikes, and using his spiritual energy to block the middle ones. For the last few terrifying lightning strikes, he can only rely on the strongest magic weapon that can resist lightning strikes.
Lu Ming was struck half to death, and Ming Duo was not feeling well either. Although the power of the thunder tribulation did not completely hit him, he was inevitably affected because he was too close. He was at least 50% affected. Moreover, his spiritual energy was sucked dry by the blood vines, and his body was poisoned. If he was hit by the remaining thunder, he would probably die earlier than He Qingci himself.
Before the two of them could breathe a sigh of relief, the second thunderbolt struck again. Then the third, the fourth... Lu Ming was struck so hard that he almost fainted. He barely took out his magic weapon to resist the thunderbolts in turn. Ming Duo, who was standing beside him, was already in so much pain that he lost consciousness.
Lu Ming felt a burnt smell all over his body. He raised his hand tremblingly and saw that his skin was burnt and his clothes were tattered. The clothes were made of fine wires made of black iron, and the defense was so strong that it could not escape the disaster. The power of this thunder tribulation was so terrifying that it made people's backs chill.
By the time the last thunderbolt struck, Lu Ming's body was numb from the pain. He fell to the ground helplessly, with one cheek pressed against the ground. It seemed as if there was a fog blocking his view. No matter how carefully he looked, he could not see the person who was in deep pain not far away. Lu Ming only knew that he was fighting against the memory of another Sang Wusheng in his mind, but he had no way to move his feet to walk to him and awaken his memory.
Lu Ming felt a little cold in his heart. Did he make a wrong bet?
Mingduo beside him groaned softly and moved his fingers slightly. Luming's heart tightened. Could it be that Mingduo was not dead yet? He was struck by 18 lightning bolts and was burnt both inside and outside, but he was still alive!
Lu Ming began to get nervous. Even if he made a wrong bet, he couldn't die now. Fu Shu and Shao Ji were still waiting for him to bring the spiritual herbs, Sang Wusheng was still waiting for him to rescue him, and he still had a lot of things to do with him. He couldn't just die like this no matter what.
Mingduo took a few deep breaths and took out a magical medicine from his arms and fed it to his mouth. Mingduo coughed painfully and tried to get up from the ground, but his limbs were too weak to move. Luming gritted his teeth, endured the pain in his body, slowly supported himself with his elbows, and stood up tremblingly.
His brain suddenly felt dizzy. Lu Ming closed his eyes and tried to calm his heartbeat, but his solar plexus was beating reflexively, causing him to have a splitting headache. He dragged his shaky body and tried to get closer to Sang Wusheng who was not far away.
"Hold, hold on..." Lu Ming's vocal cords were severely damaged and his voice was very hoarse.
Sang Wusheng, who was immersed in chaos, was attracted for a moment by the people who kept approaching him. He forced himself to hold on to his remaining sanity and called out "Brother" intermittently, but fell into the whirlpool again.
Every time Lu Ming took a step, he felt as if every joint in his body was being removed. Although he had withstood eighteen thunder tribulations, his body did not have the cultivation that a Mahayana cultivator should have, and the lost spiritual energy in his body showed no signs of recovery. Lu Ming's mind turned, could it be that he had overlooked an important link?
“Qing Ci, don’t be anxious. Sit down cross-legged and circulate the spiritual energy in your body in reverse order to make it flow smoothly.” A familiar yet unfamiliar voice suddenly came from behind.
The voice was as gentle and pleasant as ever, like jade beads falling to the ground.
Lu Ming's whole body froze. He couldn't believe it and used his last bit of strength to turn his head to look. When he saw the person who was speaking, he couldn't help but feel his eyes warm up.
Clouds and mountains!
Yunluan was still dressed the same way as when he died, in a graceful white robe, with black hair dancing in the wind and a long sword at his waist. He looked like an immortal, handsome and otherworldly.
He had a faint smile on his face, looking at Luming not far away. After a long while, he sighed and said, "I thought you wouldn't have to show up again, but you still came."
Lu Ming wanted to ask his master a thousand words, but he couldn't even say a word. Yun Luan's expression was a little solemn, and he said: "Your spiritual energy is blocked. If you don't clear it up as soon as possible, you may explode."
Lu Ming took a few deep breaths and suppressed the pain. He followed Yun Luan's instructions, sat cross-legged, and began to circulate the almost non-existent spiritual energy in his body. At first, almost every cell was screaming in pain. In the end, the pain gradually subsided, the lost spiritual energy in the body slowly recovered, and the tingling sensation in the body gradually disappeared. Then, the spiritual energy in the body, which was originally only three points, suddenly increased to eight points. Lu Ming sensed the pure and vibrant spiritual energy in his body, and his heart was dazed, and then he was surprised. He actually broke through successfully and entered the early stage of Mahayana!
Yun Luan looked at his apprentice's shocked expression with a smile and said, "Qing Ci, you are truly the most daring person in the history of the cultivation world. You actually did such a dangerous thing."
Lu Ming opened his eyes and looked down. His skin, which had been burnt black, had returned to normal and even looked smoother than before. He raised his head again and looked at Yun Luan. He squinted his eyes and smiled, "Who can compare to Master's courage? He said he would commit suicide."
Yun Luan was speechless, and after a long while he smiled bitterly and said, "I have sown the seeds, so I must bear the fruits. But it seems that I died in vain, as the seeds do not seem to be mine. Even in death, I still could not stop Xiao Duo."
Lu Ming was so angry that his liver hurt. How on earth did this guy get to be the most powerful one in Kun-Lai Summit? How could he be dumber than a pig?
Yunluan saw the contempt in Luming's eyes, touched his nose and said, "It's not suicide. After I died, I injected a trace of my soul into Xiaoduo's body. I just fell asleep accidentally and was unable to wake up to stop him. But if the critical moment comes, I can still force my way out of Xiaoduo's body. If I can't stop him, I will have to self-destruct with Xiaoduo. Fortunately, you hurt him like this, so we don't have to die again."
Yunluan looked at Mingduo who was lying on the ground, and could clearly feel that this man seemed to be trembling a little because of his appearance. Yunluan sighed softly, stretched out his hands and gently hugged Mingduo's body, and gently pressed his fingertips against Mingduo's brow. A faint white light gradually enveloped him, and Mingduo's burnt skin gradually recovered. But he was reluctant to open his eyes, but his eyelashes trembled constantly, and his teeth bit his lips tightly to prevent himself from making any sound. Obviously, he didn't want to face this person.
Yunluan picked up Mingduo, then smiled at Luming and said, "Qingci, I will take this idiot back and give him a good lesson. Now that most of the trouble has been solved, it's up to you to save Sang Wusheng. Now that I don't have a physical body, I'm afraid I can't be of much help."
Lu Ming nodded, turned around and flew towards Sang Wusheng, not daring to delay for a second.
Sang Wusheng's eyes were red, and the dark lines on his cheeks almost covered his entire face, as if his mind was controlled by the devil's spirit. As soon as Lu Ming approached Sang Wusheng, he was hit by a huge impact force, making it almost impossible for him to get close. In desperation, Lu Ming had to speak to Sang Wusheng and whispered: "Sang Wusheng, if you dare to become another person, I will leave and you will never find me again!"
Sang Wusheng was trapped in a state of madness and could not extricate himself. The memories of his past life and this life were intertwined, making his brain almost unable to bear it, and the pain was splitting. In the memory of his past life, the scene of him killing his brother with his own hands kept repeating in front of his eyes. On the dark and evil Wumian Mountain, he used the Qingli Sword to cut off his brother's soul. The other party seemed to have no strength to struggle, and could only lie on the ground, looking at him sadly. There was no tenderness in his eyes that he coveted, but instead it was empty like a bottomless abyss.
Sang Wusheng watched in horror as his brother's body was pierced by the Qingli Sword and eventually turned into ashes and floated in the air, but he left without saying a word and without even looking back.
Sang Wusheng roared in pain a few times and fell to the ground dejectedly. The memory was like a poisonous snake that kept wrapping around his body, and in the end he couldn't even breathe, but it refused to let him go.
"Brother, don't leave me... But, I hurt you... I'm sorry... Please, kill me!" Sang Wusheng knelt on the ground sobbing, his eyes full of panic, yet without focus. He was just instinctively afraid of Lu Ming leaving, but also worried that he would hurt him.
Lu Ming's heart ached. He didn't care about the pain of the demonic energy soaking his body. He rushed forward and hugged Sang Wusheng tightly, pouring the abundant spiritual energy in his body into Sang Wusheng. The airflow that was originally running wild in his body seemed to gradually stabilize because of the spiritual energy. Lu Ming breathed a sigh of relief, leaned close to his ear, and whispered tremblingly: "Silly boy, I'm still alive and well, and you have to live well for me too. I said that we still have a lifetime. After missing so many years, are you willing to be controlled by the memories of your previous life and become another person? You... don't want me anymore?"
Sang Wusheng heard a voice in his ear. It was very familiar, so familiar that he was so excited just by hearing it. Hmm... Did his brother seem to be worried that he "didn't want" him? Was it the "want" he wanted... No matter whether it was or not, in his eyes, there was only one meaning!
Sang Wusheng's mind suddenly flashed back to scenes of him making love with his brother. His heart began to beat violently involuntarily, and his red eyes became even darker.
He licked his lips, and his breathing became heavier. The familiar, soft and smooth skin that his body touched almost made his reason collapse in an instant. He just wanted to possess this person fiercely and make him a part of his body completely. Whether it was the body or the heart, he wanted to possess them all and not give even a single cent to anyone else.
Sang Wusheng hugged Lu Ming back eagerly, wishing he could rub him into his body and never let him go. He frantically searched for the pair of soft, warm lips, and when they touched, his brain suddenly buzzed. His patience in front of his brother was already at its limit, and he mercilessly pried open his teeth and kissed him fiercely and crazily.
Lu Ming froze, looking somewhat bewildered. Wasn't this man about to be controlled by his past life memories? What was going on?
Sang Wusheng was obviously not happy with Lu Ming's lack of response. He snorted unhappily and bit Lu Ming's lips with his teeth. Lu Ming cried out in pain and tried to push Sang Wusheng away, but Sang Wusheng quickly rolled his lips and tongue into his mouth and sucked impatiently. The bloody smell of his bitten lips further stimulated Sang Wusheng's demon nerves. His eyes were extremely hot, and he slowly moved his hands down and pulled hard, tearing Lu Ming's already tattered clothes apart.
Lu Ming's cheeks turned red, and he was afraid that others would see him. He didn't bother to teach Sang Wusheng a lesson for his rudeness, and hurriedly released his spiritual energy to bring Sang Wusheng into the space.
The two of them entered the space in an embrace, and they barely stopped after rolling on the soft green grass. Lu Ming was pressed under Sang Wusheng, and his hot lips and tongue couldn't wait to stick to him again.
Lu Ming couldn't help but sigh in his heart, how many times has this happened! How did this space become their perfect place to make love without them noticing! Also, why did Sang Wusheng, who was deeply trapped in the vortex of memories, suddenly become devilish in the end, and instead of killing him, he hugged him, as if... asking for sex? !
This is unscientific!
Is this the final version of the evil protagonist? Although it’s a bit wrong to think so, I always feel that I have let him down…
So, if you can sacrifice your small self to save your big self, then why not... do it?
Lu Ming hesitated for a moment, wiped his face silently, and let Sang Wusheng touch him and toss him around.
Sang Wusheng felt satisfied that the person under him seemed to have given up struggling, so he gave him a hot kiss as a reward, but his eyes were still red and out of focus, yet he was holding back endless desire, which looked very shocking.
As if by instinct, Sang Wusheng caressed Lu Ming's cheek lovingly and said in a deep voice: "Brother, you can't escape in this life. You are mine alone."
Lu Ming looked at Sang Wusheng's unfocused but extremely serious oath, a relieved smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He leaned close to Sang Wusheng's ear and repeated in a low voice, as if making a solemn promise that would only happen once in a lifetime.
He responded softly, "I am yours alone."
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