Immortals come on the moon

"I heard that there are descendants of the Ru Taki clan who survived?"

"Who did you hear that the Rulong clan is gone, and only Shengjun is the only survivor, but that's not necessarily the case. The life and death of usurpers is still uncertain."

"I also heard that it might be in our barracks?"

"You must pray that the Holy King will not be in our camp, otherwise our camp may be wiped out quietly one day."

The soldiers passing by did not expect that this sentence would become a prophecy.A month later, they were ambushed on the battlefield and suffered heavy casualties, with only a handful surviving.

Those who ambush them are the descendants of the gods, and the name of this family is called Dream Eclipse.Meng Xi stood on the side of the ghost race and was against the human race. Meng Xi took advantage of their weakness after the war and attacked them.

Gongzilan and Changle are both on different battlefields, each of their camps has different places to guard, some are sent to perform missions, and their team is sent to protect the people near Yueyin City.

The evil spirits have become more and more rampant recently. They have hung a lot of peeled human skin outside Yueyin City recently, and the blood dripped on the city wall. It seems that they can hear mournful cries at night.

They repelled the evil spirits and finally won the war, but now they were caught just when they were about to see the dawn of victory, and many of the remaining soldiers were still wounded.

"Why did the Dream Erosion Clan come over...someone betrayed us?"

"The injury on Akabane's body can't be delayed...if this goes on, he will die."

They were all taken into the dungeon, and Song Minhuan was also inside.They wore shackles on their wrists, and the dungeon was damp and cool, with many nicks and blood on the walls, and dirt that had settled here on the ground.

The shackles on his wrists are heavy, Song Minhuan can escape, and his escape at this time will attract the attention of many people, which is different from his performance on the battlefield.

There are too many uncertainties here, it is better for him to be more cautious.

He leaned against the wall, and he left a charm on the wall as he passed the corridor, so that if something happened, he could find another way.

The Dream Erosion Clan quickly sent someone over, and it was a guard who came.The guard was wearing a black goblin gown with a mask on his face, and the heavy iron door opened.

The guard said to them: "There are descendants of the Rulong clan among you, as long as you identify them... we will let you go, if you are unwilling to confess the descendants of the Rulong clan, one person will be killed in the next hour."

"Like this—"

The waiter pulled out the long knife in his hand, the tip of the knife flashed coldly, and the handle of the knife hit the wall with a muffled sound.Hot blood splashed on the wall, heads rolled down on the ground, and the soldiers' corpses fell down.

There were hundreds of soldiers locked in their cell, some blood splashed on them, they all fell silent, the soldiers who died on the ground were staring at them with eyes fixed on them.

Before the blood was dry, the guard disappeared in the cell, and the iron door closed again.

There was a strong smell of blood in the air. They had all crawled over the battlefield, so they would not be frightened by this corpse now.But at the same time, neither of them wanted to die.

"The descendants of Ru Taki... are really in our camp."

"What the guard said may not be true, maybe he just wanted to trick us into taking it for fun. How can the Rulong clan have descendants other than Shengjun?"

"Would it be possible... that you are talking about the Holy King, and the Holy King is among us?"

Several soldiers were talking in low voices, they were taking care of their companions, even though their voices were very low, the environment was very clear in the quiet environment, these words fell into the ears of almost everyone.

"He shouldn't lie to us. If he wants to kill us, he can kill us now. Why bother to kill one every hour."

"I don't know if we can last until Lord Gong Zilan comes to save people."

"Will His Highness come to rescue us?"

"Yes... Your Highness will not abandon us."

Holding tokens of Changle in their hands, some were praying in low voices, some were silent and numb, and some were thinking about their own ideas.

"Does anyone know the bloodline of Ru Taki's descendants? Maybe there is one among us. Hand him over... This way we don't have to die."

Although these words are cruel, they are very reasonable. Most people think so. After all, no one wants to be the next to die.

Song Minhuan was sitting against the wall. No one from the soldiers below spoke. Some of them were discussing in low voices, but they didn't come up with any useful information.

An hour soon passed, and the guard appeared in front of them again. The two soldiers were uncontrollably dragged in front of the guard, and their faces immediately turned pale.

"Didn't it mean one...why two?"

"Our patriarch changed his mind, and one more person will die every hour in the future."

With such an ethereal voice, the two soldiers on the ground struggled, they were stained with the blood just now, and one of them had a trembling voice, trying to threaten the guard.

"You will suffer retribution... Your Highness will not let you go, you can't kill me... you can't..."

"There are no descendants of the Rulong clan. You are in vain with evil spirits, and you are in vain as descendants of gods. You are not worthy at all..."

Before the two soldiers finished speaking, their necks and upper bodies were separated, their heads rolled on the ground, and blood was splashed on the guard's clothes.

"Who told you...the gods must protect the world?"

The waiter's expression was indifferent under the mask, "We have received definite news that there are indeed descendants of Ru Taki among you. If it continues, more and more people will die."

"If you don't choose a way to survive, you asked for it yourself."

After the guard finished speaking, he disappeared in place again. Song Minhuan slowly let go of his fingertips. Looking at the fallen body, his brows turned cold.

The phantom array is all fake, he needs to find Jun Yuenu's real body...and kill him.

It would definitely not be a good thing for him to be exposed now, he guessed that this incident must have something to do with him, and he was afraid that someone would identify him as a descendant of Ru Taki.

After a long silence, the soldiers began to discuss in low voices. They gathered all the rumors they had heard about Ru Taki's descendants. In fact, they didn't know what the blood of Ru Taki's descendants was.

They have only heard the rumors of "sacrificing gods with gods". Some people use Rutaki people to sacrifice. They thought that they would also become descendants of gods through this method. However, it has been proved that offering sacrifices to Rutaki people does not give them supernatural power.

After so many hours, many people died in the cell, and some of them were soldiers from the same battalion. No one was sure that they would not be selected next, and they all became anxious.

"Who the hell...why is he unwilling to stand up by himself, and must implicate us all to death?"

"Why don't you tell what you know? Are you afraid that you will be the next to die?"

"If this drags on, we'll all die. If you know the truth, speak out quickly... Don't be afraid, as long as you dare to speak up, we won't let him do anything to you."

Many times, fear is the best form of persuasion.They have gone from disbelief to belief, and are trying to convince someone to confess.

"I heard... the descendants of Ru Taki have immortality."

Jiang Yi in the corner spoke suddenly, and when he opened his mouth, the surroundings became quiet, and all eyes fell on him.

"Their injuries will heal quickly," Jiang Yi said after a pause, "and the most common blood ability in them...is good at fighting."

Only then did they recall that the Ru Taki clan was the bloodline closest to the gods. Although their clan treated people with kindness... their fighting ability was not weak at all.

It's just that most of the time, they are used to the non-resistance, tolerance, kindness and compassion of the Rulong people, so they ignore their own abilities.

Speaking of being good at fighting, some vague eyes fell on Song Minhuan, Qing Kui, and many descendants of gods. They were all the part that had always performed well on the battlefield.

Song Minhuan didn't speak, it was within his expectation.

"Last time I saw... Shen Shan's injuries recovered very quickly," Jiang Yi said, as if he had mentioned it casually, with sincerity in his eyes.

"Shen Shan, is that you? If it were you, you should understand that it is more important to exchange your life for all of us..."

With soft persuasion in Jiang Yi's mouth, he looked at him and said, "If it's really you, you won't die anyway, you go... we can all survive."

Such righteous words, as if he was really thinking of everyone, many soldiers looked at him with a little strange emotion.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" The soldier next to Song Minhuan opened his mouth, frowning in displeasure, "You have no evidence, just based on your empty words... Your life is your life, so Shen Shan's is not?"

Another soldier stared at Jiang Yi with bad eyes, "The brothers in the camp are not fools. You envy him and think we don't know? Take your vicious thoughts away, we are not those men who can't control their lower body... ...will be confused by your few words."

Some of the soldiers who said this were not very happy, some sneered and said: "It's just something to say, why are you so anxious, if it's really not him, why are you jumping out in such a hurry?"

The meaning of this metaphor is self-evident. Someone suggested: "Well, let's try it out and we'll know. Make a wound on his hand and we'll know if it's true or not."

"He's not a fool, do you think he can't control his bloodline ability?"

Several people had different opinions, and suddenly, a soldier in a corner said: "Even if he is a holy king, so what, he is a holy king...does he have to die for everyone?"

Why?Their lives are their lives, but others' lives are not.

The soldier's voice was very low, and no one answered him. Some didn't hear it, and some heard it, but they pretended not to know. They were unwilling to answer this question.

Jiang Yi: "Is it right? We will know if we hand him over to the Dream Erosion Clan. If he is not, he will be sent back. If he is, the Rulong Clan is the descendant of the gods... The Dream Erosion Clan is not what will happen to him."

Send it back?Now that it has been sent there, how could it be possible to come back? The Dream Erosion Clan is not a good thing.

Usually, no one would believe such high-sounding words... But at this moment, many people chose to believe it.

Song Minhuan's eyes fell on Jiang Yi, and there was no emotion in his eyes. He didn't feel much such malice before.

He could feel Jiang Yi's malice, Jiang Yi's jealousy, disgust and hatred for him, and even hoped that he could die directly.

He recalled what he had done before, what did Jun Yuenu want to tell him...doing good deeds didn't end well?

Or is it just... simply wanting to make him suffer?

He tried to use his spiritual power, and the spiritual power was still available, and no one could trap him here.

As if knowing what he was thinking, the surrounding air seemed to be still for a moment, and a man appeared in front of him with silver hair like a waterfall, looking at him with indifferent and cold eyes.

"Since you have made a choice, you will naturally have to pay for your choice."

Jun Yuenu's voice was clear and cold, and his figure disappeared in front of him, "The moment you rescued him, the ending was already doomed, and at this moment...you can't change it."

"What I have experienced...you need to bear it on your behalf."