Immortals come on the moon

The pipa in Lan Pipa's hand made a "bang", and the strings broke.He paused with his fingertips, and countless spiritual powers rushed towards him behind him, and there were bursts of low-pitched chants in his ears.

Those chanting seemed to come from the top of a distant mountain, carrying the purest breath, as if purifying his soul inch by inch.

Spells spread out from his wrist, and those evil curses eroded his wrist, and he was imprisoned in place by invisible shackles.

In front of him is a huge three-eyed phoenix kite statue.Feng Yuan on the statue had a pitiful expression, her eyes opened between her foreheads, and a Yinjingqin was in her hand.The sound of the piano is slow and melodious, as if a holy man is whispering, as if a witch is praying for blessings, as if a god is giving spiritual blessings.

Feng Yuan also wore heavy chains on her wrists and ankles. She lowered her eyes, the sound of the piano shattered the phantom formation of the blue pipa, and her spiritual power quietly broke through the barrier in front of him. The string broke.

"My lord...the strength really remains the same as before." Lan Pipa smiled, with blood overflowing from the corner of her lips.

"Lan'er, we shouldn't exist in this world, why are you so obsessed with it?"

"Perhaps your lord is right," Lan Pipa hugged the pipa, the spell on his wrist was devouring him, he looked at the white light in the distance, as if he could see the end of the sky.

"Lianwu, Qiyeluo, Huaizhi...their choice may be right. We had different opinions before, and we are destined to go our separate ways."

"My lord... I will come back again."

In the world, there are always people who need them, even the most vicious people... To be needed by others is a blessing in his opinion.

The last string of the pipa broke, and the figure of the blue pipa became transparent little by little, and he disappeared into this world along with singing.

Where the pipa is, there are people.If the pipa is destroyed, people will be annihilated along with it.

……

On the other side, Gong Zilan tied the two teenagers together, Zhuang Li and Xu Wanqin looked unfriendly, staring at him as if they could find a hole in him.

If eyes could kill, he would have been killed by Zhuang Li a hundred times.

"Hey, kid, don't look at me like that, you can't even beat me, and you still want to go in and save your brother?"

Gongzi Lan casually grabbed a branch from one side. He tied the two with a red rope, and there was a formation formed by him on it. The two couldn't break free in a short time.

Moreover, the red rope is restricted, it is not acceptable for one of the two people to untie the formation, two people must untie it at the same time, and then both of them can break free from the red rope.

The branch tapped Zhuang Li's forehead lightly, and Gongzi Lan lazily said: "Your senior brother's cultivation level is no lower than mine, do you think he can't beat you? He has treated you with the utmost kindness, so don't stand in front of him." Shake it, no matter how much you shake it, it can't be yours."

Gong Zilan didn't feel hurt at all, he said truthfully: "Your senior brother was afraid of hurting you, so he stabbed himself, between Shen Yingxue and you, he chose Shen Yingxue, but he took your pain for you. "

"You keep showing up, you will only embarrass him, and create quarrels between the two of them. It's not like you can't see how much your senior brother cares about Shen Yingxue... Why bother your senior brother."

"Xiao Zhuang, how old are you this year? You are no longer a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old. You should understand...it is impossible for a person to have everything in his life smoothly. It is normal to have regrets and not to be perfect."

After finishing speaking, Gong Zilan stood up. He originally wanted to say that if he really wanted to help, he might as well kill Jun Yuenu for them, but Zhuang Li was obviously still some way behind, and Zhuang Li's pursuit was different now.

"Before you said that you were going to destroy the Twelve Nights Gate with your own hands, but now it seems that you are not willing to do it anymore, you can't do anything to them."

"Don't be ashamed of your own private thoughts. Everyone's path is different. Everyone will go their own way and live in peace."

Gong Zilan spoke lightly, looking at Zhuang Li's gloomy face, and Xu Wanqin next to him looked at him with no emotion in his eyes, probably thinking about how to get out.

His eyes fell on Xu Wanqin... This kid is also very interesting. He is Junyuenu's adopted son at the Gate of Twelve Nights, but he is looking for the right way in his heart, longing for family and brotherhood. He is really full of contradictions. .

But people are like this... because they are full of contradictions, they are real.

"You like Jun Yue Nu?" Gong Zilan said casually.

He was looking at Xu Wanqin, and he was also asking Xu Wanqin.

Xu Wanqin was injured, and was tied up at this time, with no expression on his face. The god 3000 years ago was a drunkard who liked to hurt people's hearts, and he didn't want to talk to him.

"But it's useless to like it. Your adoptive father will probably die in it."

After Gong Zilan said a few words, the people in front of him ignored him, and this kid probably understood in his heart.

Those insignificant reverence and gratitude, even if they have changed in nature, but from the moment he entered the other party's sect, he knew that there was never any possibility between them.

"Those who achieve great things are not limited to love." Gong Zilan praised Xu Wanqin so much.

Xu Wanqin glanced at him indifferently, didn't say anything, just said: "He won't die."

"He will definitely die," Gong Zilan said. With his Tongtian Halberd, let alone Junyuenu, even if he is reborn in Changle, he may not be able to carry it.

But he didn't want to get angry with the child, he added a formation on the two of them, and his figure disappeared in place.

Gong Zilan went to help Mu Yin and fought Shuozhou. The two of them fought against each other, completely crushing Shuozhou.

"Shuozhou, you'd better go back to your own altar and stay. Now that everyone has entered the fairy gate, the ghost world has declined, and your believers are gone."

Shuozhou seemed to be smiling but not smiling, he didn't bother to pay attention to Gong Zilan's yin and yang.He tapped the black dimple knife in his hand, and the coercion burst out suddenly, and the evil spirit dyed half of the sky red.

They fought at the foot of Wangu Mountain, when the two spiritual forces collided, there was a "bang", the mountains, rivers and vegetation shook, and a huge boulder rolled down from the mountain.

Gong Zilan avoided the rolling boulder, the spiritual power in his palm and the coercion of Shuozhou's black dimple knife suddenly converged, and the two sides each took a step back.Their figures are constantly changing, and the black evil spirit is intertwined with the coercion of the six cloud patterns.

He fought with Shuozhou for a whole day, at last Gongzi Lan's palm shattered Shuozhou's heart, Shuozhou's black dimple knife propped on the ground, the whole person fell to the ground.

Half of the night in the sky is red, and the other half is really dark blue. This kind of vision is like the sea and the sky pouring backwards, half of the sea water melts into the sky, and the other half is like blood.

The twelve prefectures saw this vision on the same day, and this day was extraordinarily lively, teahouses, square pavilions, and fairy gates were all ebullient because of the vision.

"It came from a vision thousands of years ago... Changle was born at that time."

"The eminent monk of Wujingmen said that this vision is auspicious. Three days later... there will be a good star at the end of the sky, who is the god of salvation."

"The gods... the gods have long since fallen... where did the gods come from?"

"Does anyone know where the end is?"

"There...is Mount Lutai!"

……

Song Minhuan listened to the discussion among the soldiers. The so-called "governing the Tao with good" and "governing the Tao with evil" are two ways in this world, and everyone in the world has their own opinions.

Some people think that the Rutaki people are stupid and kind, that they deserve it, and that it is natural for them to disappear from the world.Some people think that they are real gods, and it is the greed of the human race that harmed them.

Some people think that the Dream Erosion Race is extremely evil and selfish, and they should not exist in the world, while others think that the morality they pursue is human nature, and they should obey the selfish desires and instincts of competition in their hearts.

Everyone has a different opinion, so the evaluation is also different. The soldier who spoke is obviously a respecter of the Rulong clan.

Song Minhuan didn't speak, but the soldier next to him asked him.

"Shen Shan, what do you think?"

"Me?" Song Minhuan found a long halberd from a corner, and he pushed the corpse away. Some passages can only be passed by one person, and they can only pass one by one.

"Each family believes in different morals, so there is no need to force the world to be the same."

Being different isn't necessarily a bad thing.

It was a bit cruel to say this, and a soldier saw that he was willing to answer, and asked him: "You are saying this, each is standing on its own standpoint, then everyone may be right."

"That's right," Song Minhuan said, "There is no clear boundary between good and evil. What is right is wrong, and what is wrong is also right."

"However," Song Minhuan paused, and his tone became a little flatter, "If it is possible, we naturally hope... to try our best to protect the world, to make good intentions outweigh malicious ones, so that everyone can be protected... ...don't let them be trapped in a chaotic world full of wars and storms."

When he said this, many soldiers fell silent.They also yearn for protection and peace in the world. If they can see a peaceful and prosperous world one day, it will not be in vain for them to spend half their lives on the battlefield.

"You are really kind," Ye Lian said, with some strange emotions in her eyes, and said in a low voice, "I haven't heard such words for a long time."

"I heard this kind of words when I was five years old, I heard it when I was ten years old, I heard it when I was 15 years old, I rarely heard it when I was 20 years old, and after 25 years old... no one said it again."

At the age of 20, some people have firm beliefs. After the age of 25, they are forced by the world, the tribe, and various sufferings. They are no longer firm in their original ideas.

Many people felt the same as he thought, and they couldn't help thinking deeply at this moment, and their hearts were slightly touched.

Song Minhuan didn't say anything more, he led the soldiers to walk for half a day, and they walked for a whole day and night before going out.

After coming out, they sealed the exit together, walked another ten miles east, and spent the night in a ruined temple in a village.

After two days of tossing like this, Song Minhuan went outside again to pick up wound medicine. Some soldiers' injuries were already serious and they couldn't bear the delay.

After the wound medicine was picked up, the soldiers treated their wounds and traveled on the road. Some of them died on the road, and a few survived.

Yelian helped him deal with those soldiers, and seeing that he was injured, she asked him to go to rest too.As for Jiang Yi, Jiang Yi was thrown on the road by them, and they have no obligation to take Jiang Yi with him. A man from the Shuiqi tribe is a burden to them, and the rest of Jiang Yi depends on fate.

……

The sky was gloomy, and the dark clouds could not see a ray of light. Jiang Yi broke free from the rope, his wrist was almost broken, his body was in great pain, and there was a fishy smell between his lips and teeth.

He spat out the handkerchief, with a cold expression on his face, with a bit of resentment, at this moment Song Minhuan and the others were completely out of sight.

Since he left him...he must make the other party regret it.

He tried to stand up, pain in his ankle, and the soldiers on the road were rough on him.He was injured when he was pulled out of the cellar, and now every step he takes, there is a sharp pain in his ankle.

This is a barren mass grave, and there is a dark forest in the distance. He limped forward, and the sound of footsteps came from behind him. The wind was cold, and someone was following him.

He sensed the evil breath, and his back couldn't help but feel chills. He clenched the dagger in his sleeve and walked a little faster.

As long as he can meet people...as long as he can seek the other party's protection, as long as he can return to Yueyin, he will definitely not let Shen Shan go.

Why, why is he left behind, why is Shen Shan so powerful... why, God is not fair to him at all.

There was a lot of resentment in him, as long as he endured, after these humiliations passed, there would be endless honors waiting for him, and he would step on Shen Shan's bones all the way up.

He wanted Gong Zilan to see him, he wanted Gong Zilan to respect him, and he wanted his highness to see him.

His Highness... is the supreme existence.

Thinking of this, his expression gradually became ferocious.Thinking of that day, his whole body trembled with excitement, screaming all over his body, his dream will definitely come true...he will definitely be able to.

His footsteps were fast, and the evil spirit behind him also moved a little faster. The moment he was about to step into the Yin Forest, he felt an extremely cold touch on his ankle.

There was a crunching laugh in Xie Chong's voice, and he fell down uncontrollably. The level of this Xie Chong was not low. The dagger in his sleeve was flipped over, and he wanted to insert it into Xie Chong's throat like Shen Shan. ——

However, before he could move, the dagger in his hand fell to the ground with a "bang", and the evil creature loomed in the air, with a smile in his voice, the laughter was sharp and long.

"It's simply overestimated. Do you think you are a sage? Or do you think you are Changle and Gongzi Lan?"

"It's been a long time since I've seen such a resentful person...Let me see you, jealousy, malice, wishful thinking, greed...It's really ugly...I like this ugly human race, it tastes extra delicious."

Jiang Yi's face turned pale, and his wrist was almost crushed. Hearing Xie Chong's words, the strings in his mind burst open, and there were only four words in his heart.

That is he cannot die.

That person told him... If he can stand beside Chang Le, he must not die.

"You can't kill me...I am from the Shuiqi tribe, I can...I can serve you with my body."

Hearing this, Xie Chong let out a sharper laugh, "giggling" very eeriely, and thin and long bones fingers appeared in mid-air.

"I'm not a man of your human race... I don't need food to serve me."

The voice fell, and his fingers were inserted into the throat of the boy on the ground.

Jiang Yi didn't have time to make a sound, his eyes widened, and his eyes were still unbelievable when he died, with unwillingness and monstrous resentment.

The sky was still gloomy, the birds were scattered in the woods, and there was a mutilated and pitted corpse in the mass grave.

……

They rested in the ruined temple at night, and Song Minhuan lost his spiritual power. He walked for a day and a night, and he didn't feel tired at first, but he felt sleepy after sitting down.

Before he closed his eyes, a thought flashed through his mind.The first time he saved someone, he lost his spiritual power. This time he saved someone again. I don't know what he will lose this time?

When he closed his eyes, a figure seemed to appear in his mind.

It was a tightly wrapped man, only his eyes and fingers were exposed.His eyes were gray and impenetrable, with very pure eyes, staring at him gloomyly from mid-air.

His skin was covered with scars and burns, and his body was wrapped in a heavy robe. It was unknown what he looked like under the robe.

The man stood quietly in the distance, seemingly ordinary and could be ignored at any time, but his body was full of contradictory goodwill and evil.

"Arrogant..." Before he could say another word, Song Minhuan suddenly opened his eyes, and the ruined temple was no longer in front of him.

It was raining heavily outside at some point. He was in a dilapidated, cramped room with only one small window. It was dark outside, and it looked like it was night.

His wrists and ankles were bound, and next to him, there were a few dark brown bloodstains. The smell of blood mixed with the smell of decay, as if he had returned to the cellar where the Dream Erosion Clan dumped their corpses.

There seemed to be eyes on him, and he felt goose bumps on his skin, as if he was stared at by something sticky and cold that crawled out of hell.

Thunder roared outside, heavy rain poured down, and lightning intertwined among the clouds. At the moment when the sky brightened, he could see clearly what was in the corner.

That thing looks like a person, but it doesn't look like a person.Her whole body was red and bloody, covered with a layer of rotten, blotchy... something that looked like human skin.She had tusks in her mouth, her eyes were hollow, and she met his gaze and grinned at him.