Immortals come on the moon

Song Minhuan looked at the black lump of mud in the man's palm, he was a little surprised, raised his eyes to meet the man's eyes, and his eyebrows furrowed involuntarily.

This puppet's name is Chang Le, and he is very concerned about him... Could it be that he is thinking too much?

He couldn't help thinking of Shen Yingxue, there are not many people who treat him well in the world, so he subconsciously thought of this one.

Looking at this puppet again, he quickly denied it in his heart, Shen Yingxue couldn't be here.

Perhaps he was thinking too much, maybe this person might have picked up the mud for him along the way, he was so dazed thinking of Shen Yingxue, he would think of Shen Yingxue in everything he looked at.

The man's palm is still spread out, it doesn't look good to hold a lump of mud like this, with rough scratches, the wooden palm is stained with dirt, no matter how you look at it, it's ugly.

The person who made this puppet seemed very careless, and it was completely incomparable with those puppets made by Mu Yindiao.

The wound on Song Minhuan's hand was still itchy, so he took the lump of mud down, "Thank you, are there any problems on your hands and face?"

"It's okay," the man saw that he was willing to pick it up, his voice softened a little, and he took his rough hands back calmly.

"Rest early." After leaving this sentence, the man turned and left.

Song Minhuan went back to his courtyard, his hands were covered with dark purple patches, he washed his hands twice in the pool, and covered the wound with black mud.

The black mud felt cool on the skin, and Song Minhuan didn't know how long it would take. At first it was cold, then it became hot, and then it became cool again.

After a quarter of an hour, he washed off the black mud, and the blood from the wound on his hand turned back to normal color, the purple lumps disappeared, and the skin no longer itch.

After meditating on the bed for an hour, Song Minhuan still wondered whether he would be able to walk to the stone platform smoothly the next day, and before he left the house early in the morning of the second day, Gong Zilan knocked on his door.

He went to open the door for Young Master Lan, and there were not only Young Master Lan, but also Mu Yin and the puppet man outside.

"Boy, you don't need to practice swords today, you go to the city with us, it just happens to be an experience."

"To the city?" Song Minhuan asked, "What are you going to do?"

The gate of the city has been closed, and this is the first time he has heard from Young Master Lan that he is going to enter the city.

"There are no living people in the city, and there are still some evil spirits inside. There are formations I have laid down there, and they cannot get out... After today, I am going to clean up the evil spirits in the city."

Song Minhuan: "You kept the ruins of your old clan back then, and you also kept the Xie Chong?"

"I didn't stay," Young Master Lan said. "If there is resentment, evil spirits will be born, not to mention that there has always been spiritual power here. There was a war in the city before, and the inside was broken, and the resentment lingered for a long time... After a long time, evil spirits were born. "

Song Minhuan understood when he heard the words, he took the sword and closed the door, it was just a little evil caused by resentment, and it was not troublesome to deal with it.

The four of them went down the mountain together. On the way, Young Master Lan saw his hand, quite surprised, "Okay?"

"Yes," Song Minhuan said, "I applied some medicine."

He didn't say it was the black mud that the puppet man gave him.

"We'll go to the city later, we'll split up," Young Master Lan said, "Mu Yin and I will go to the north and east, and you and him will go to the south and west."

Gong Zilan: "There is an evil spirit in the city now, you need to wear a crocodile, just to get used to it in advance."

What he said about adapting in advance is really adapting in actual combat. He said lightly: "In the past, the city was full of little evil spirits. Now, after hundreds of years, they should grow into big evil spirits."

Song Minhuan: "..."

"I'm wearing a shark's gauze now, and the roads are bad," Song Minhuan said, "You mean to let me use my divine sense?"

"It's up to you whether you want it or not," Gong Zilan couldn't control so much, and said casually, "You can survive on the battlefield is your strength. You just need to remember two things, first, to survive, and second, to protect your eyes from taking off your eyes Sharks."

"It is enough to remember these two points."

"As for how to achieve these two points, you need to figure out your own way," Gong Zilan patted him on the shoulder, "Boy, you can't rely on me for everything, I'm not your master."

Song Minhuan didn't say a word, he was indeed too dependent on Shen Yingxue before, and Shen Yingxue was also too indulgent to him.What Gong Zilan said is indeed correct, he only needs to follow these two points, and how to do it requires his own thinking.

It is impossible to count on Gong Zilan for everything.

This is because he is sensible. He didn't know that if someone else came over, Gongzi Lan would actually be too...to do whatever he wanted with his disciples.And if it was someone else, he would probably blame Young Master Lan.

Gong Zilan also knew in his heart that seeing the young man was so sensible, he took a second look, and after thinking about it, the puppet should follow, so he really didn't need to worry about it.

When they arrived at the city gate, the sky was gray, and the statues of Gongzi Lan were carved on both sides of the city gate.Gong Zilan's fingertips were covered with pale light. He put his fingertips on it, and the two doors opened slowly, revealing the dark purple barrier.

This is a dusty, silent, dusty ancient city thousands of years ago.

Song Minhuan put on the gauze, and replaced his eyes with spiritual consciousness, and the illusions around him were displayed in his sea of ​​consciousness.Gong Zilan stepped into the barrier first, and left a word for him before leaving.

"Don't forget what I said just now, try to come out within three days, don't stay inside for too long."

After the words fell, Gong Zilan and Mu Yin disappeared.

Song Minhuan stepped into the barrier after Mu Yin, with old and dilapidated streets on both sides, which still maintained the appearance of 3000 years ago.Bone bones piled up, halberds fell everywhere, dark brown blood was splattered on the walls, and when the wind blew, the bone bells on the eaves made an ethereal sound.

His consciousness couldn't last long, and when he realized that the people behind him were still following him, he said, "I'm going west, are you going south?"

The puppet man following him calmly said, "I don't know how to spell."

Song Minhuan: "..."

He remembered that Gong Zilan had said that this puppet didn't know how to use swordsmanship, and he didn't expect to know how to use spells, so why did he bring him here?To take risks?

"I have great strength," the man added in a low voice, as if he could show his usefulness, and worried that the young man would dislike him.

Song Minhuan was thinking about whether he could kill Xie Chong while protecting people, and now he had to do it if he didn't do it. He heard what the puppet man said, and he wanted to laugh.

"It's okay, I have a few talismans with me, which can hide your aura, so that the evil spirits can't detect your existence."

Song Minhuan took out a few talismans from his storage bag. The things in his storage bag were rather miscellaneous, and inside were the formation talismans that Shen Yingxue had sorted out for him before.

He found a few talismans and gave them to the puppet man, and stuck one of them on the puppet man.

"This curse can last for a whole day, just follow me, don't run around. If there are weak evil spirits, you can also help me solve a few."

The puppet man held the talisman he gave in his hand, and said "um", "I'm useless, I try not to cause you any trouble."

"Don't think so much," Song Minhuan said while paying attention to the surrounding environment, "If my consciousness is exhausted and I can't see anything at that time, maybe I have to rely on you to take me out."

After saying this, the man didn't speak, and followed him obediently from a short distance away.

It is daytime now, but the light in the city is very dark. The sky seems to be covered with a layer of cloth, which cuts off the light heavily.There is a dark wind blowing over, and the city is full of bleak and dilapidated scenes.

Song Minhuan avoided the bones on the ground, he felt a subtle evil spirit, drew the sword out of its sheath in his hand, and saw a dense black mist in the sea of ​​consciousness.

The black mist looks like a human being, caused by accumulated resentment, and looks like an evil spirit that has been transformed from resentment not long after birth.But Song Minhuan knew that this evil was not as simple as it appeared on the surface.

He was vigilant in his heart, and the sword light gathered in the air, heading towards the direction of the black mist. With a "bang", the silver-white sword energy split the black mist and dissipated.After a while, the black mist reappeared, it turned into a human form, and let out a strange laugh.

The laughter was like dry vines and sandpaper scratching the eardrums, the black mist quickly dissipated and gathered, and the evil face turned towards him.

Song Minhuan held the long sword, turned to the puppet man and said, "Wait for me here, don't step out of the barrier."

He put a barrier around the man, white silk and satin billowed in the wind behind him, the evil pressure flooded towards him, stepping on the ground with black boots, he jumped from the ground to the eaves, the sharp sword light aimed at mid-air The evil within.

The tiles on the eaves collided together and made a crisp sound. What he chopped was not Xie Chong's body, but its clone. If he wanted to destroy this Xie Chong, he had to find a way to find this Xie Chong's body first.

The black mist gathered in the air again, he obviously attracted Xie Chong's attention, and Xie Chong chased after him.

He jumped off the eaves and walked quickly through the street, the bones behind him were rolled up and hit the wall torn apart.The Yin wind split his face, and his spiritual consciousness spread outward to spy around.

In a certain place among the layers of pavilions, he saw a gray and strange human face... The face flashed past, and then disappeared quickly.

it's here!

Song Minhuan recalled what he saw just now. It was a courtyard. There was a huge plane tree behind the courtyard. The Linglong Pavilion next to it had a full six floors. It was carved with the pattern of six-armed son Lan holding a halberd.

He stood there for a while, his consciousness swept the whole street, and found the yard at the end.The black mist behind him shattered a wall with a "bang", and the ruins of the wall smashed towards him. He held the long sword with his fingertips, and the light of the sword swirled fiercely, and the half of the oncoming wall was completely torn into pieces.

He still had an extra moment of reaction time to look at his palm. It seemed that the boulders on the stone platform were indeed much harder. He had been chopping down the boulders, but now he was able to easily break the stone wall into rubble.

Shaking off the evil spirits behind him, Song Minhuan quickly walked towards that courtyard. The moment he stepped into the courtyard wall, countless vines spread towards him.

With a sound of "Boom--", the awe-inspiring sword intent pierced through the air, and countless white lights were intertwined together. The gray and strange face let out a scream, and disappeared completely in the sword intent.

Song Minhuan remembered that the puppet man was still left in place by him, so he jumped out from the courtyard wall, and within two steps of walking out, his consciousness automatically retracted, and his eyes were plunged into darkness.

He used his divine sense to fight so easily this time... Fast is fast, but the disadvantages are also very obvious.

After a while, he will no longer be able to use his consciousness.

Song Minhuan's walking speed slowed down, he tapped the ground with his long sword, and accidentally stepped on a bone on the ground.There was a sound of bone shattering, and there was a slight movement in the distance.

He clenched the long sword in his hand, and a familiar voice came from his ear, and he slowly let go.The wrist was gently held, and the man led him to avoid the bones on one side.

"Don't be afraid...it's me."

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-05-1520:08:50~2021-05-1623:45:18期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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