Immortals come on the moon

The shackles on his wrists could seal up the spiritual power of monks below the ninth rank. Although he could easily break free, breaking free at this time would be an enemy of the entire Presbyterian Council.

Song Minhuan glanced at "Lan Su". At this time, his reaction was much calmer. The disciples of the Presbyterian Church around him seemed to be under control, completely obeying Jun Yuenu's orders.

"Long time no see... I'm surprised by your change."

Jun Yuenu smiled lightly, with pity in his eyes, "How does it feel to be wronged? You are only one step away from the first... Unfortunately, there will be no chance again."

He just wanted to push him down when he was about to approach the cloud, so that he would fall hard into the mud and never get up again.

The elders are all their people, so there is really no chance. Song Minhuan understood what he meant, and he said lightly: "Except for you, all the elders of the immortal sect will not sit idly by."

He wasn't too worried, Gong Zilan and the others were still outside, and if he wanted to leave, it was very easy, he could leave at any time.

What's more... he and Jun Yuenu will face each other sooner or later.

"You don't seem to be afraid of me anymore," Jun Yuenu looked down at him, the three thousand black hair turned into silver threads, the ordinary gentle face faded away, revealing the original appearance.

It was an unusually handsome face, as if it had been carefully sculpted by Leng Yu, and there was nothing like this.There is compassion and kindness in his brows, and his appearance is extremely bright and pure, as if a god came from the sky to resolve the misery and misfortune of all mortals.

It's just that when he raised his eyes, the deep evil spirit in his eyes would appear, which was very inconsistent with the temperament of that face.

The environment around him changed silently, the black mist silently brewed, and the stands, Zhulan, all the disciples and the elders' guards disappeared.

His whole body was in the darkness, and Jun Yuenu also disappeared from his side. In front of him was a majestic and evil statue of 12 gods.

They were all wearing black robes with sun-eye patterns, and the man carved in the middle of the statue was Jun Yuenu.Jun Yuenu holds a scepter in his hand, and behind him, there are Shuozhou holding a black dimple knife, holding a blue pipa with a copper ring in his pipa hand, Bai Jingtang holding a longbow, and Shuozhou holding a huge sword on his back. Situ Shen, Mu Yin, Feng Yuan, Gongzi Lan... There are a few others he has never seen before.

"You are the No.13 person I have chosen."

They were wearing heavy shackles on their wrists and ankles, and a burst of coercion rushed towards him. He stood still and was not affected by the coercion at all.

He and Jun Yuenu looked at the same level, Jun Yuenu's voice was still clear and cold, as if it came from a long distance... He had never thought of an adjective before, but now he heard it, and it seemed to come from the sky.

Countless black spells crawled out of him, and shackles also appeared on his wrists and ankles.

The heavy shackles restrained his figure, with patterns of sun-eye pattern engraved on it, and countless eyes were engraved on it, as if spying on him from the gap in the abyss.

"Yes...so what?" Song Minhuan stood in front of the twelve god statues. His figure was extremely small. To Jun Yuenu, he was just an ant.

But now that he is facing the twelve statues, he can look at each other at the same level, and they can be in the same position.

With the gods?Ants are delusional...but if you don't try...how will you know it won't work.

"You will be entangled in evil curses and lose all five senses. You will die soon. You will lose the person you protect and love. Every day you live will be painful. You... should not stay in this world."

These are indeed what he has experienced. The mantra on the heavy chain is burning, and Jun Yuenu is cold and cold, looking at him, and aloofly pronounces his due fate.

Burning pain came from the skin entwined by the evil curse, like the red lotus karma engulfing him inch by inch, wrapping the tip of the knife, trying to burn him to ashes and melt him into this nothingness.

"No one can decide my fate, not even God... I exist in this world, so I should stay in this world."

Song Minhuan had neither sadness nor joy on his face, he stared at Jun Yuenu in front of him, with cold indifference and a bit of ridiculous pity in his eyes.

"All the pain you've put me through... will only make me appreciate what I've had even more, make me fall into the mud, and I'll get back up again, whether it's a curse, loss of five senses, or dying , I can face it calmly.”

The pain will turn into the hope that supports him to go on, even if the road ahead is an abyss, he is willing to step into it... The person he protects is the goodwill he left in the world, and the person he loves is the regret he left behind... These are all It will become his nostalgia for the world.He walks alone in the dark, with love and kindness in his heart, and he will walk until the light of day.

No one can stop his way, no one can judge his life or death.

The evil spell on his body disappeared, and the chains on his wrists and ankles snapped with a bang.Song Minhuan broke free from Jun Yuenu's restraint on him. He looked up at the statue in front of him, but it was more like staring at him.

Every time he took a step forward, the statue in front of him collapsed, with a bang, the black mist cleared around him, white light gradually emerged, and the statue behind him turned into nothingness fragments.

A broken wooden figurine fell on the ground. Song Minhuan was still in shackles on his wrists. The guards of the Presbyterian Church around him looked confused. After a while, the leader came to his senses and continued to lead him to the Sishen Hall.

A group of people walked away, and the wooden figurines on the ground lay quietly on the ground.

In the dark main hall, the man in the black hooded robe suddenly opened his eyes, and a small wooden figure beside him shattered into powder.

Jun Yuenu's face darkened a little, his eyes were cold.

His avatar... was killed so easily, and the current strength of the other party was completely beyond his expectations.

Rhinoceros incense was burning in the hall, and the figures of two men were looming in the corner.

Lan Pipa was holding the pipa in his hand, and he was stroking the strings. Seeing this scene, a smile appeared on the corners of his lips, "Shuozhou told me before that his cultivation level is not high, and he is not as good as the one received by the master." The two names, now it seems that this is not the case?"

Beside Lan Pipa, there was a silent man with a huge sword on his back, he stayed in the corner and did not speak.

"Call Zhuang Li and Xu Wanqin over here."

A cloud of black mist condensed in mid-air, and the ghost soldier took the order and disappeared in place in an instant.

"He is indeed not tall," Jun Yuenu said, his voice a little cold, "but he has young masters Lan and Feng Yuan by his side, and Mu Yin is also on his side."

"Feng Yuan and Mu Yin are here?" Lan Pipa was a little surprised when he heard the words, recalled, with a bit of interest in his eyes, "I haven't seen you for a long time, I don't know how Yin Jing is now."

"I met Young Master Lan that day. Young Master Lan didn't make a move. I don't know his current strength. Based on the strength 3000 years ago, we are no match for him."

"He didn't get the Tongtian Halberd, and now he is a remnant soul. When the Ten Thousand Bone Mountain opens... then he can't be allowed in."

While they were talking, two young men entered the main hall, both of them were wearing black hooded robes, one of them had a cold and serious face, and looked very calm.The other had black eyes and gray eyes, and his demeanor was indifferent, like an unsheathed black iron sword.

The two youths knelt on the ground together. The young man with one black eye and the other gray saw the man in the corner. His wrist was bulging with veins, and an obvious murderous intent emerged.

Several people present sensed this killing intent at the same time, and the young man quickly fell silent again, as if the awe-inspiring killing intent just now did not exist.

Situ Shen naturally felt it. At this moment, he raised his eyes and glanced at the young man kneeling on the ground in the distance, with no expression on his face.

"Xiao Zhuang, do you still remember what you promised three years ago?" Jun Yuenu sat on the main seat, with a hint of tolerance in his cold expression.

This is his adopted son, equivalent to his child, and he values ​​it very much.

Zhuang Li remembered that when he followed Jun Yuenu three years ago, he promised to do something for him after revenge.

He responded in a low voice, "I remember."

A heavy coercion spread silently in the hall, blood splattered on the ground, the head of the man carrying a giant sword in the corner rolled to the ground, and the figure on the main seat disappeared.

Jun Yuenu only left behind a light voice.

"Go and kill Shen Yingxue... destroy his body Red Lotus, and then you will take his place and become the new Shen Yingxue."

"For such a thing, you will get what you want after it is done. If it doesn't work out, you don't have to come back."

Zhuang Li knelt on the ground, he was silent for a long time, and then responded in a low voice.It wasn't until the person disappeared for a long time, and Lan Pipa also left, that he slowly stood up from the ground.

The hall was filled with a pungent smell of blood, Situ Shen's body was cleaned up by the ghost soldiers in a short while, and the blood was also cleaned up, everything was done quietly without leaving any traces.

……

Song Minhuan was bored in the cell, the black cell was empty, the light was very dark, the atmosphere was cold, and there were guards from the Presbyterian Church outside.

"Boy, you are not in a hurry."

A familiar voice came, and there was a figure in front of Song Minhuan, and Gong Zilan looked lazy, "Your situation is not good now, if you stay any longer, your charges will soon be proven."

"The Presbyterian Church is full of Jun Yuenu's people. It's too easy for him to frame you. What's more, many disciples were watching from the audience at that time. You can't argue with it."

"That's true," Song Minhuan meditated on the ground, expressionless, "You came to see me to tell me this?"

"Of course not, this is bad news, and there is another piece of good news."

"The good news is that your master has heard about this matter, and has revoked the elders' order to dispose of you with his own power, and he will take over the matter from now on."

"He's coming to pick you up soon, and meeting your master, are you happy?" Gong Zilan's voice didn't seem to be happy for him at all.

Song Minhuan was stunned for a moment, lowered his eyes to suppress the emotions in his heart, and said slowly: "You don't want us to meet, you came here to take me away?"

"I can stop it for a while, but I can't stop it for the rest of my life... You two have a bad relationship." Gong Zilan had other plans, and he smiled half-smile, "I'll leave you alone... I won't meddle in your business anymore. "

"Next, your master will probably be in danger. Whether you can protect him depends on fate."

Gong Zilan left behind a voice, "I'll take care of the holy water, you can find a way to escape yourself, and wait for my message to meet at the inn."

After such a voice fell, the person disappeared.

After Gong Zilan left, two figures in white peony robes gradually approached in the distance, and the guard of the Presbyterian Church opened the door for him with a low voice.

"Fang Yuezong, Shen Shan...the immortal has an invitation."