Immortals come on the moon

Song Minhuan's mind was slightly moved when he heard it, and he was stunned for a while, while Xie Song opposite him was still laughing, with sarcasm and contempt in his laughter.

He clenched his long sword tightly and left from the dark place.The moment he left, a ray of sword light silently slashed towards Xie Chong on the opposite side.

The evil spirits in the cell were wiped out, and before the screams could be heard, the torch was flickered out for a moment, and the black mist quickly dissipated.

Song Minhuan returned the same way, he returned to the place agreed with Gong Zilan, and Gong Zilan had already returned.

"How?" Song Minhuan recounted everything he saw, "They mentioned a person, someone told them to do this."

"With such a vicious method, none of the human races who have been cursed can survive."

Gong Zilan's expression was serious, "I'm afraid it's not that simple. The surface is usually an illusion, and the real purpose is probably not to understand the evil curses of the descendants of the gods."

"This evil curse can't be solved by the descendants of the gods, let alone the human race?"

Song Minhuan: "Every time they cast an evil curse on the people, it means that a descendant of a god will also die."

"I don't know who the person behind the scenes is, but if he can instigate many descendants of gods to do this, his identity must not be simple."

"You're right," Young Master Lan, "they will pay the price for harming the human race, otherwise they won't be on the side of the evil spirits and the evil curse will be the first to strike."

"This matter is not trivial, we need to inform His Highness."

Song Minhuan also knew that they might not be able to go to Mengxie this time, and the two of them needed to go back first.

But before that, they need to get out of here.

"It's just the two of us now, boy, are you afraid?" Gong Zilan looked at him and said, "We destroyed their altar, what do you think?"

Song Minhuan: "..."

Although it sounded a bit risky, he was indeed a little shaken, and he wanted to make a move just around the corner.

"How sure are you?" Song Minhuan asked.

Gong Zilan: "One point to two points, there are many of them, and both of us were injured. But I am invincible, if you can't hold on, I can save you later."

"All in all, let's go first, and let's talk if we can't beat it."

Song Minhuan hesitated for a moment. Hearing Gongzilan's light and light tone, he finally agreed.

This person often escaped death on the battlefield, so he believed it for now.

"You stay outside, I'll save you," Gong Zilan said, "Boy, if you can't beat me, send me a sound transmission, and I will go over to support you immediately."

Song Minhuan nodded, the two of them made a temporary battle plan, and listened to Gong Zilan's talk about some points that need to be paid attention to.

"The Changsu tribe originally came from the lineage of the Yin God. You have to be careful of the bone scythe in their hands. If you are cut, your soul will be hooked out."

Song Minhuan felt a little unbelievable, he was stunned for a moment, "What does it mean that the soul is hooked out?"

"Usually people can't see their own soul," Young Master Lan paused, "If you are hooked by him, you can see it. Once your soul is gone... there will be countless troubles afterwards."

"Not only is it easy to attract evil spirits, but it is also easy to be taken away... Ordinary evil spells will also become fatal to you."

Song Minhuan: "If I get hooked, can I get it back?"

This question is really unheard of, the corner of Gong Zilan's lips twitched inadvertently, and said a little speechlessly: "You can try, if your speed is faster than that of the bone scythe."

"In short, their family is actually not easy to deal with. If we have evil physiques, it may be much easier to fight them."

After all, Xie Chong has no so-called soul, and it doesn't matter if he is hooked.

"I see," Song Minhuan nodded, and the two of them agreed on that, and entered the tunnel together.

The two of them got into the tunnel like silent black shadows, guards fell one after another as they passed by, and the shadows of the torches falling on the wall shook slightly.

The Changsu people were not fools, they quickly realized that something was wrong, and sent people to guard the altar and the exit. As for the imprisoned humans, they didn't care at all.

If you die, you will die. Anyway, there are a lot of human races, so just catch them again.

The bone scythe reflected a cold light, Song Minhuan's figure appeared on the spot, and more than a dozen bone scythes hooked towards him.

The coercion was soaked in the air, and the meridian bone pattern slowly bloomed. Song Minhuan seemed to be able to see an invisible hand, like the hand of a dead person, gray and lifeless, with sharp and long nails.

The corner of his clothes was rubbed by one of his hands, and a long black mark appeared on that corner of the robe, part of which turned into fly ash and disappeared in mid-air.

"Human race...his physique seems to be good, and he may be able to withstand the evil curse."

One of the Changsu people in the corner said so, and then ordered: "Catch him, he will live."

The tone was indifferent, looking at him as nothing more than an ordinary item.

These people... really regard human life as worthless. In their eyes, life seems to have no meaning.Thinking about it, it is also true that some gods and descendants are not as good as Xie Chong if they work together with Xie Chong to help the king and abuse them.

Song Minhuan clenched his long sword tightly, he turned sideways to avoid those bone scythes, the snow-white sword light swept across, and the Changsu tribe fell to the ground.His sword energy was as sharp as frost, and with a "bang", the surrounding tunnel torches were extinguished, and there was a muffled sound of boulders hitting the wall.

The surrounding area became much darker, and Song Minhuan said, "You think you can get rid of the evil curse by transferring to the human race? Don't you understand... just because you help the evil spirits to cause disasters everywhere, your evil curses also happen the fastest .”

Song Minhuan's voice was neither high nor low, and it was able to fall into the ears of all the Changsu people present.His voice was flat, with a bit of pity and a sneer.

"You were born noble and have pure blood, you can easily survive in this era, but you may have forgotten that everything you have, the premise is... you are the descendants of gods."

"In our position, we have never asked you to protect us. We believe in you, enshrine you, repair temples, build altars for you, and continue the incense for you."

"But in this world, what you do is completely contrary to the gods. You slaughter creatures in temples, help evil spirits to do evil everywhere, and you use altars to sacrifice human races... You never see creatures other than yourself .You are called the descendants of the gods...but in fact you are as filthy and evil as evil spirits. In this way, you really deserve to perish."

Their human race worships the gods and Buddhas, although everyone seeks the blessings of the gods and Buddhas...but no one has ever felt resentful because the gods and Buddhas did not protect them.They have faith and expectations in their hearts, and put their beliefs and expectations on the gods. Gods are symbols of good things in their hearts.

The gods appeared because of their beliefs... But the gods they believed in were no different from evil spirits, and they only brought endless disasters and misfortunes to the people.

The leader of the Changsu tribe laughed, his voice seemed to come from between his teeth, and Bai Gu's fingers clenched the bone scythe in his hand, looking at him with a somewhat ridiculous meaning.

"We are descendants of gods, so we should protect your human race as a matter of course? Should we protect you as a matter of course?"

"Where does this make sense?"

Song Minhuan wanted to laugh a little, it was like asking the immortals to protect the people, and the yamen servants to uphold the law fairly, it was really unreasonable and ignorant.

"There is a reason for the existence of the world. You are right. You don't need to protect us. What we ask is that you don't harm us, but you do the same thing as evil spirits, do whatever you want by relying on your status as the descendants of gods, and even attract Proud."

"You think that you are aloft gods, and our human race is twisted and humble maggots... As everyone knows, there is no distinction between high and low for any living beings. What is valuable is goodness, and what is low is despicable and evil."

The so-called "Xie Chong" has never been a family, not a kind of blood, but a collective term for despicable and evil. It is not because he was born in the Xie Chong family that he is really Xie Chong.

But because the war between the human race and the evil spirits has lasted for too long, even if they wanted to distinguish, it is not easy to distinguish in this chaotic world.

Just as he can't guarantee that every evil spirit he kills is the most evil and evil, he can't guarantee that every soldier of their human race is a righteous and good person.

When it comes to the survival of an entire family, good and evil are completely different.

"Hey," the Changsu clansman let out a sneer, looking down at him with downcast eyes, "In any era, the strong are respected, we are strong, so we can choose ourselves, you are weak... life and death can only be controlled by others."

He agrees with this sentence. It is true that the strong are respected, and the strong can indeed control the life and death of others.

"You're right." Song Minhuan smiled lightly, but his eyes were cold.

The snow-white long sword was as awe-inspiring as frost and snow, and there were sword patterns spreading on the sword body. The youth Yuehua stood in a long white robe, holding the long sword tightly with his thin white fingertips, and endless frost began to spread from under his black boots.

The young man had black hair on his sideburns, his eyes lifted up, and the long sword in his hand moved at the moment when countless bone scythes were hooked towards him.

No one saw his movements clearly, and the figure of the young man suddenly appeared in front of them.There was only a white and sharp sword light in front of them. The sword light was like snow on the eaves that had not melted. They seemed to be able to feel the cold and pure breath.

The sword light magnified infinitely in front of them, and the handsome young man stared at them, as if looking at ants, maggots struggling fearlessly, like the dust under their feet.

"The strong can decide the life and death of the weak. I am stronger than you, so I... can also kill gods."

At the moment when their necks were cut open, they saw the young man in front of him smiling, his extremely cold face was like a winter plum blooming in the snow, scorching bright and full of awe-inspiring coldness.

They can only watch, but there is no way to touch half a point.

All the Changsu clansmen in the area fell down, and the Changsu clansman who spoke just now also fell to the ground.There were black mantras protruding from his neck, and his eyes were full of unbelievable and thick resentment.

The moment Song Minhuan withdrew his long sword, a bone scythe came towards him through the air, the speed was unbelievably fast, and there was a sharp wind blowing past his ears.

Seeing that the bone scythe was about to touch his body, it was too late for him to dodge. At the moment the bone scythe was about to touch him, a very transparent and very weak figure appeared in front of his eyes.

That is a man.

The man looked like he was about to dissipate, his figure was handsome and thin, when the bone sickle approached, the man stood up and stood in front of him.

The bone scythe pierced through his body, the man looked at him sideways, his eyes looked extremely gentle.

Song Minhuan froze in place at this moment, a sense of panic overwhelmed him, the man looked at him as if a blunt knife had been pierced into his heart, his eyes were blurred, and he opened his mouth subconsciously.

"Do not--"

Don't... can't... don't let him get hurt.

Song Minhuan suddenly activated his sword intent, and there was a sharp pain in his veins. He didn't care about it at this moment, and there was only one thought in his mind.

You can't let the other party have something to do, and you can't let the other party leave him.

Endless white light spread from the tunnel, and at the moment Song Minhuan chopped off the bone scythe, with a bang, his fingertips passed through the man's body, and the man's figure gradually became nothingness, and gradually disappeared into midair.

Song Minhuan fell to the ground, his forehead hit the stone steps, and blood flowed out.He clenched his palms tightly, and blood flowed into his eyes, leaving only a dazzling bright red in front of him.

People... where did they go?

He recognized it now, that phantom was the man under the pear tree he was looking for.

The other party has been following him all the time, so he doesn't know that the bone scythe of the Changsu tribe can seduce souls, why should he block it for him?

Why... don't you know that you will disappear?

Song Minhuan supported his sword and stood up from the ground. He touched his face with his fingertips and felt blood on his hand.He dropped the long sword in his hand and looked for the figure of the man in the tunnel.

It won't disappear, it must still be here.

His eyes became empty, as if such a thing had happened more than once, his heart was overwhelmed by sadness and powerlessness, and he couldn't help but clenched his palms tightly.

Why can't he always protect the people he wants to protect.

"Where are you? I want to see you...can you come out...let me meet you."

When Song Minhuan spoke like this, his voice was difficult and obscure.The indifference just now disappeared, and now he was standing there, with a bit of confusion and depression, and a bit of invisible despair.

"I forgot who you are, sorry...I forgot a lot of important things."

"Although I don't remember, I know that you are very important to me...I can't let you disappear."

He has no memory, and can forget many things and people, but there are some things that are engraved in his bones that cannot be forgotten.

Beside him, a weak, nearly transparent soul moved slightly.The man stretched out his hand. He was obviously standing in front of the young man, and his fingertips could touch the young man's face.

But the young man could not see him.

They are now separated by yin and yang, and there is no way to meet each other.

The man tried to wipe off the blood on the young man's face with his fingertips. There was also a sense of loss and embarrassment in the atmosphere around him, and he looked at the young man with distressed eyes.

His eyes were gentle, even though the young man couldn't hear him, he still coaxed people gently, just like before.

"Shanshan...it doesn't matter."

"Master also wants to see you very much...but there is no way to meet you now."

"You don't have to be sad... Master is always there where you can't see, and never left you."