Master Mixer [Rebirth]

At the other end of the cave, there is an endless wasteland.

As far as I can see, there is bare land, almost no grass growing, only a few low weeds dotted with it, and it seems more and more lonely and depressed.

Everyone looked a little ugly. How can there be such a vast space in the Zen Mountain Cave House, if I remember correctly, the cave house is under Hefu Underground! Could it be that the cave that has been walking for several hours is connected to a desert? Looking at the scene here, it is clear that it is the long desert wasteland in the extreme west!

Everyone was very excited by this speculation. No matter how fast they go, no matter how fast they go against the sky, it is impossible to set off from He's house and walk to the extreme west that is tens of thousands of miles apart in just a few hours.

Sang Wusheng's voice suddenly rang in his head. He spread the voice: "Brother, it seems that you can't use aura here."

Lu Ming secretly released a little aura, and realized that aura cannot be transmitted by voice, saying: "Aura is made by heaven and earth. As long as the heaven and the earth are immortal, as long as the body is not damaged, it is impossible for a real person who has become a cultivating body to be unable to use aura. This situation is true. weird."

Sang Wusheng nodded and whispered softly: "If we guess right, we should be in an illusion at this moment. Only if we are in an illusion created by others, then all unreasonable things will become reasonable."

Lu Ming thought for a while and said: "Since you are in an illusion, there must be a formation here, as long as you find the formation eye."

Sang Wusheng and He Luming glanced at each other, and they all saw helplessness in the other's eyes. Wanting to find an eye in this endless wasteland is undoubtedly looking for a needle in a haystack.

About dozens of people were present, all showing a desperate expression. Almost everyone is thinking about the same question, whether to advance or retreat?

Enter, then it is possible to fall into this vast and boundless illusion forever and be unable to extricate themselves. Retire, perhaps there is still a trace of vitality, but they all retreat halfway through the interior of the Zen Mountain Cave Mansion, so how can they not be reconciled.

Wang Yu, Sang Huai and others looked gloomy, but their hearts were extremely firm. There are countless heaven-defying treasures hidden in the Zen Cave Mansion. If you retire rashly, after so many years of painstaking search and costing countless manpower and material resources, you still have nothing. The demons are well controlled.

With a cold snort, Wang Yu took the lead. Then Sang Huai, and then, even Lu Ming and Sang Wusheng.

Everyone saw everyone walking forward. After struggling and hesitating for a long time, they finally decided to follow them to the cave mansion to hunt for treasure. Now that I decided to come in, I can't go home empty-handed anyway. Even if the dangers are high in front, they can't care about it at this time.

After everyone walked for a long time, the sun on the horizon slowly set to the west, the weather became gloomy, the sun gradually dissipated, the whole land became pitch black, and the temperature began to drop gradually. Auras could not be used in the wasteland, everyone gradually felt exhausted, and the cold wind suddenly swished in, everyone had to tremble all over, wrapped their clothes tightly, and walked forward with heavy steps.

After walking all night, everyone was out of breath, and without aura, they seemed to have nothing. Cold, hungry, tired...I have experienced all kinds of painful feelings I have never experienced before. Everyone raised their ears, opened their eyes, and carefully looked at any trace of abnormality around them, but it was a pity that every inch of land did not have any abnormalities that could be noticed. In other words, no one can find any shortcomings in creating this illusion wasteland, and no one has been able to discover from the beginning to the end.

As time passed, the sun rose and set, day after day, the wasteland continued to extend like an end, and people's expectations gradually became desperate, and finally only numbness remained. More than ten days have passed. There is no water and no food on the wasteland. Everyone just relied on the powerful physique that had been accumulated over the past few decades and was different from ordinary people. Otherwise, they would have died long ago.

For the first time, Lu Ming realized the despair of people who lost their way in the desert in the scenes described in novels or movies in the past. Without aura as support, he couldn't even enter the space. Deliberately calling 233 also did not respond, as if it had been completely isolated by some barrier. There was a lot of food and stamina pills left in the Qiankun bag, but it still couldn't be opened.

What is the power of the ancestor of Zen Mountain? With the strength of one person, he can still support such a huge and frightening illusion many years after his death, forcing the intruder to a desperate situation. The people who entered here are all among the best in the realm of cultivation. However, they are now trapped in this wasteland but have no choice but to admire the ancestors of the mountain in despair.

It's really unacceptable to trespass into someone's home without the owner's consent! Lu Ming finally realized this deeply.

In the process of moving forward, some people continued to die, some were because of despair and refused to go, and died slowly while sitting paralyzed; while others were due to physical exhaustion and fainted and never opened their eyes again. Lu Ming and Sang Wusheng have also reached their limit. They support each other and move forward slowly, like old men.

Sang Wusheng's voice was hoarse like sandpaper because there was no water in it for a long time. Sang Wusheng smiled dumbly: "Brother, it seems we must die here."

Lu Ming squeezed his hand back, shook his head and said, "You won't die."

Sang Wusheng was taken aback for a moment. From the time when his elder brother knew that he was Sang Wusheng, he vaguely felt that his elder brother seemed to know a lot of things he didn't know, especially about himself. At first, he secretly chuckled, but after a long time, Sang Wusheng suddenly had such an illusion that his brother seemed to see a lot of things very thoroughly. Just like just now, he said that he would never die, not for encouragement or comfort, but a kind of inexplicable firmness, unquestionable firmness.

Sang Wusheng sighed quietly. There are too many secrets in his brother's body. He thinks that he is sensitive and transparent, but he also feels that he can see his brother's mind thoroughly, but he can't. This sense of paradox could not be explained by words at all.

Lu Ming realized that Sang Wusheng seemed to be a little depressed, and asked worriedly: "What's the matter?"

Sang Wusheng came back to his senses, smiled at Luming, and said, "Brother, neither of us will die."

Luming looked at Sang Wusheng and said with a chuckle: "Yes."

Lu Ming hesitated for just a second, but was still discovered by Sang Wusheng.

Sang Wusheng suddenly panicked for no reason, and a bad premonition suddenly came to his heart. He always felt that in this Zen cave house, many things would undergo earth-shaking changes.

The two had their own concerns, but they reduced the pain of moving forward a little bit. Suddenly there was a loud cry of "Ah", and his voice trembled with excitement. He stretched out his finger, pointed tremblingly in front of him and said, "I, we... are saved!"

The crowd hurriedly looked in the direction that the man pointed, only to see a solitary mound appeared not far away.

Several people rushed to the solitary mound, tears shining in their eyes. After walking for nearly a month, they finally discovered the only anomaly, and that was the solitary mound in front of them.

Lu Ming and others also hurriedly walked forward. Everyone came to the solitary tomb and surrounded the solitary tomb to take a closer look. I saw a black profound stone standing in front of the solitary mound, with only 14 characters written on the stone. Lu Ming read it silently and found that it was actually a sentence.

The mountains have woods, but the trees have branches.

Lu Ming frowned and watched for a long while, and suddenly his brain made up a series. Probably, I love you but you don't know, so there is only a solitary burial mound left in the world, guarding this desolation, watching the sun rise and sunset.

It's just that the illusion is made by the ancestor of the Zen mountain, so this solitary mound is actually the ancestor of the Zen mountain himself?

Lu Ming sighed, could this lonely mound be the front line? Now that everyone has no aura, to break the formation, do they have to dig their graves?

Lu Ming stepped back silently.

Sang Huai and the others have almost lost the reason they should have. They just opened a pair of red eyes and said in a dumb anxious tone: "Pry away!"

As soon as the voice fell, someone started to move. Because there were no tools, I had to dig the grave with bare hands. Fortunately, this tomb is built of mud and, if it is replaced with a stronger material, it may not be opened with bare hands.

Lu Ming was helpless, without aura, the real person really has no specialties.

Half an hour later, the entire tomb was turned upside down. There was no coffin that should have been there, and no body, only a small red wooden box.

Someone carefully lifted the small wooden box up and placed it in front of everyone.

Lu Ming looked at the small wooden box, and didn't know what kind of material it was made of. It was buried deep in the ground for so long without any decay, and it was still intact. On the top of the box is written an incomprehensible ancient text, and on both sides of the text are two strange patterns.

A ray of light flashed across Lu Ming's brain, why did this dark pattern look so familiar.

Sang Wusheng held Lu Ming's hand and suddenly used a bit of strength. Lu Ming awoke from the memory, and turned his head to look at Sang Wusheng in a puzzled manner. I saw the opposing side's look gloomy, the coldness in his eyes was pressing, and a pair of thin lips were pressed tightly, which seemed extremely nervous.

Lu Ming was about to ask, when suddenly his brain rumbling loudly, he grasped Sang Wusheng hard with his backhand, and his body trembled slightly.

That obscure pattern was clearly the demon obscure pattern that had appeared on Sang Wusheng’s face more than once!

Suddenly there was a blank in Lu Ming's brain. What the **** does this happen? Why in this illusion that has disappeared for hundreds of years, this boundless wasteland created by the ancestors of the Zen Mountain can actually find something closely related to Sang Wusheng?

Lu Ming took a few deep breaths, and said to Sang Wusheng: "Don't worry, just take a look."

Sang Wusheng nodded silently. On the other end, Wang Yu suddenly said, "Open the box and see what is inside. Maybe the secret of this magical array may be hidden."

Someone reached out and fiddled with the iron buckle of the red wooden box. The box that was originally thought to be difficult to open, was gently opened, only to hear a "creak", and the box opened immediately.

Everyone held their breath and looked into the box.

In the center of the box, there is a white and transparent jade pendant.

The jade pendant looks very good in texture, faintly exuding a warm luster. Wang Yu stretched out his hand to pick up the jade pendant and looked at it over and over again, frowning and saying, "It doesn't seem to be special."

Sang Huai took the jade pendant over, took a closer look, and muttered: "There seems to be a word on the jade pendant."

Everyone's interest was raised, Sang Huai looked at it for a long time, rubbed his eyes, and simply closed his eyes and touched it. After a long time, he said, "This word is so small that I can't see it clearly. It seems to be a poem."

The mountains have woods, but the trees have branches.

Lu Ming didn't need to guess, just what was written on the jade pendant. This is Sang Wusheng from the previous life, the first person in the harem that Hua Fai gave to him.

Although Lu Ming knew that Sang Wusheng was not the person in front of him, he couldn't help but feel uncomfortable in his heart. His arrival changed everything, even Sang Wusheng's sexual orientation changed. If Sang Wusheng knew that his previous life and "He Qingci" were actually mortal enemies, then how would he choose? Should I choose the supreme identity and possess all wealth, or be this ordinary to almost nothing Sang Wusheng?

Lu Ming sighed softly, he couldn't ask such words, and didn't want to ask. Sang Wusheng has no doubt about his feelings. It stands to reason that Sang Wusheng is not entangled with Huafa. Why is the love of the two people who appear in the book buried in this grave?

Sang Wusheng seemed to have noticed something wrong with Luming, and he used Luming's hand a little bit harder, "Brother, what's wrong?"

Lu Ming smiled slightly, did not answer, just gave him a relieved look.

Lu Ming closed his eyes slightly, immersed in the memory of the original book. He carefully recalled every tiny detail, trying to find the key among them. After a long time, Lu Ming's inspiration suddenly flashed, and his brain was suddenly bright and bright, and many things he didn't think of were all connected in series at this time.

Mingduo, Tianya artifact, illusion, cave house... each key word flashed in the brain over and over again, and the original foggy truth was now more and more clearly before his eyes, within reach.

Lu Ming took a deep breath, but his body still trembled involuntarily. He squeezed Sang Wusheng's hand tightly, as if exhausting all his strength. Lu Ming tried to tap the aura out, the aura slowly flowed out, the cold body gradually returned to warmth, and the hunger gradually disappeared, but his heart was as sad as this vast wasteland.

He guessed it right.

At this moment, the earth suddenly changed, the entire wasteland suddenly shook violently, and a crack appeared in the sky.

Lu Ming looked around, his heart sinking gradually. Where he is now is obviously the top of a mountain. This mountain does not seem to be wonderful, green mountains and green waters, birds and flowers, occasionally the breeze blows, a faint fragrance of flowers wafts out.

The cold laughter suddenly came from all around, which was extremely disproportionate to the surrounding environment. The laughter got closer and closer, and everyone felt cold and their backs chilled.

Lu Ming looked at the direction of the sound, and said coldly: "Come out, don't pretend to be fools."

The voice snorted, and suddenly said: "Qingci, don't forget, I am a ghost."

Everyone present will never forget this voice. They saw this ghost Xiu kill He Qingci and Sang Wusheng with their own eyes not long ago. You know, these two people are the cultivation base of the middle stage of distraction, and they were almost unilaterally crushed by this ghost cultivation, which shows that their strength has reached a terrifying level.

In the black mist, a figure gradually approached. The visitor was full of evil spirits, and his pair of black pupils without white eyes looked terrifying. There was a smile at the corner of his mouth, but this smile made his whole person more and more like a scary ghost.

Mingduo stood still more than ten meters away, shook his head and said, "Qingci, you and your good brother really did a good show, and you almost deceived you. Fortunately, the more I thought about it after entering the cave. Feeling wrong, he turned back to the cave to see the scene of the burning of the two of you, only to find that the dead were only puppets."

Everyone was shocked. It turned out that He Qingci and Sang Wusheng did not die, but replaced them with puppets?

Lu Ming and Sang Wusheng were cold, they didn't expect to be discovered by Minduo so soon. The two looked at each other helplessly, and suddenly a burst of white smoke emanated from their bodies. After a while, the original appearance of the two of them also appeared. Sang Wusheng didn't have any reason to hide his true appearance, so he appeared in front of everyone with his real body.

Everyone on the scene was shocked when they saw the dramatic change in life. This Sang Wusheng had hidden his true body and true strength, and they hadn't discovered it for so long! This temperament and appearance are completely different from before! It seems that the Sang Family Young Master's strength should not be underestimated, especially now that the relationship with the newly appointed He Qingci is unclear. If the two are practicing, I am afraid that no one will be there.

Thinking of this, everyone turned their eyes to Sang Huai sympathetically. It seems that the position of the Patriarch of the Sang family, this one might not sit so securely.

Sang Huai was itching with hatred secretly, this Sang Wusheng was simply too scheming! Even he had been deceived, and he didn't know what ulterior motives this person had in coming here this time, the Sang family absolutely couldn't fall into this person's hands. Sang Huai's eyes were gloomy, and he made up his mind to find a chance to kill him!

Sang Huai certainly didn’t know that Sang Wusheng’s ulterior motives were actually just Luming himself. The Sang family really was nothing in his eyes, but Sang Wusheng had always been able to report, except for his brother. Outside of the endurance of the bottom line, he is not so easy to talk to others, and the Sang family will be taken care of by him sooner or later.

Here Luming looked at Minduo, and said blankly: "What on earth do you want to do?"

Mingduo smiled slightly, and his tone was so plain and natural that he almost talked like an old friend: "This world makes me so disgusting, it's better to just destroy it."

Lu Ming wanted to say something crazy. He resisted his anger and said, "Do you think that if you have power, you can control the life and death of everyone? Yunluan is already dead. Isn't that enough?"

It seems that Ming Duo hasn't heard Yunluan's name for a long time, and his spirit suddenly trance. He opened his lifeless eyes and looked into the distance. He didn't know what he was looking at, and he muttered: "If the world is repeated again, maybe the ending will be different."

Lu Ming calmly said, "Is this your purpose, to make the world come again?"

Mingduo's expression returned to normal, and he immediately curled his lips and smiled: "Do you know why I have such a thought? I have to thank your good brother. One of his mistakes made me accidentally get the Tianya artifact. This thing is really true. Interesting, it turns out that this world should be like this. Qingci, your destiny is nothing more than that."

Sang Wusheng's face suddenly changed when he heard this, and he reflexively looked at Lu Ming's face. I saw that Lu Ming's eyes did not rise, as if everything about the Tianya artifact was already clear to his chest.

Sang Wusheng suddenly had a guess, he asked tentatively: "Brother, do you know the existence of the Tianya artifact?"

Lu Ming hesitated for a while, and finally nodded.

Sang Wusheng felt a chill in his heart. In this way, his brother must have already known that there had been a scene where two people killed each other in the Tianya artifact.

It's no wonder that my brother named Dao surname when he was young and said that he wanted to avoid Sang Wusheng and said that it would be best to never touch him. Was it because my brother had already spied the horrible scene in the Tianya artifact? In other words, did my brother get that ancient book a long time ago and make another Tianya artifact?

Sang Wusheng was desperately connected with everything that had happened in the past few decades, his heart aching like a twitch. It turned out that the pain and sorrow that my brother had to endure after learning that he was Sang Wusheng was many times greater than he had imagined. It turned out that it was not just because of Fu Shu that his brother was not with him, but because he would kill his brother one day.

Sang Wusheng stared blankly at the front, his eyes turned slightly red after all. His eyes were blurred, looking at the jade-like side face of the person close at hand, he wanted to reach out and touch it, but he felt that his hands were so weak that he couldn't even lift it up.

He is not Jing Mo, he is Sang Wusheng, this identity itself is wrong. Is that so?

Sang Wusheng trembled involuntarily.

Suddenly, a warm hand grabbed him tightly. Sang Wusheng was taken aback, with a trace of tears still hung in the corner of his eyes, turning his cheeks to look at Luming, his expression a little dazed.

Luming looked at the silly look of Sang Wusheng and couldn't help but laughed. He knocked his head helplessly, and said seriously: "Don't be afraid, don't be sad. I don't care about everything anymore, I only know that we still have a long way to go in the future."

Sang Wusheng choked a little. It would be death if he could get such words from his brother, and he would be willing to die.

When Lu Ming saw that his brain replenishing the heavenly king's emotions had finally been soothed, he was relieved and released pure aura. The surrounding scenery flashed suddenly, and Lu Ming brought Sang Wusheng into the space.

Seeing the familiar space, Sang Wusheng couldn't help but yanked hard, holding the person he loved to his bones tightly in his arms.

Lu Ming was stunned for a moment, then hugged Sang Wusheng with his backhand, sighing slowly, and time seemed to stand still in this second. The two didn't want to think about those complicated things anymore, they just quietly felt each other's body temperature and enjoyed this moment of tenderness. When they end this hug, they may have to face the truth of pain, sorrow, or entanglement.

After a long time, Luming let go of Sang Wusheng. The temperature suddenly disappeared, and Sang Wusheng felt lost for a while.

Luming took Sang Wusheng and sat on the grass, facing the calm lake in front of him in silence. After a long time, he suddenly said softly: "Wu Sheng, I want to tell you one thing. The truth about the illusion."

Sang Wusheng suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart. Every time my elder brother encounters something particularly serious, he will appear unusually calm. He tried to make his expression not look so anxious, and said in a low voice, "Knowing the truth is not necessarily a good thing. If you can, can brother stop telling me?"

Lu Ming shook his head and said, "Some things can be avoided without escape. No Sheng, in fact...I am not the real He Qingci."

Sang Wusheng suddenly remembered everything he had seen in the Tianya artifact. He turned around and said nothing, his expression stiff, trying his best to endure doubts and anxiety.