Immortals come on the moon

The cold and sticky feeling on his back disappeared, and the other party only said a few words to him, which disappeared when his sword light came out, and the screams were obviously not from the evil spirit lying on his back just now.

The one who opened his mouth was a black shadow not far away. Song Minhuan clenched his long sword tightly. He didn't know where Gong Zilan was now. He stepped on a branch with the sole of his shoe and made a slight cracking sound.

He also understood that these are the descendants of the gods who have been cursed. After their death, their souls have not dispersed, and they have become half evil and half wraiths.

The luck between him and Young Master Lan is really not very good, Song Minhuan thought so, all the evil spirits in front of him moved.

At the moment Xie Chong moved, he also lifted the scabbard with his fingertips, and the long sword in his hand drew a cold light in the night.

A black evil curse burned in midair, and countless black shadows gathered together. The leading black shadow said: "You don't need to struggle uselessly, we are all descendants of gods, and you will not be our opponent."

He had heard this sentence countless times, and Song Minhuan didn't even bother to respond.Snow-white and frost-like sword aura emanated from his sword body. The sword aura swept across and spread across the sky, splitting the locust trees on both sides.

A dozen black shadows dissipated under the sword energy, and after they dissipated, they gathered again. With a sound of "bang", the locust trees on both sides fell down suddenly, and several gaps were cracked in the ground. The crows in the trees spread their wings and let out a long cry, and a few pieces of black crow feathers fell to the ground.

The frost-like sword energy gathered again, and the black mantras were burning like a ghostly fire. They condensed together in the air, and gradually gathered into a huge black statue. The statue's wrists were bound with shackles, and its expression looked disdainful and smiling.

The statue stood upright under the moon, the trees on both sides fell down, and the moonlight reflected it coldly. The black mantras were constantly burning, as if burning blood, and like countless black centipedes wriggling, they wriggled and devoured Looking at everything, the most yin and evil breath rushed towards his face.

Powerful and scorching waves rushed at him, Song Minhuan stood still in place, he looked up at the statue, cold light reflected from the silver sword in his hand.

It seems that he has seen such a scene somewhere... He must have fought with a god statue before, not just one.

The other party regarded him as an ant, just like the statue in front of him, arrogant, self-important, with a dignified dignity, like an indifferent god pitying... an insignificant grass, tree and dust.

Mo Fayang was behind him, and Song Minhuan looked at the statue in front of him. He clenched his sword tightly, and the moment the sword was shackled down, countless pressures came over him.He backed away quickly, taking dozens of steps in a row, and the tree branches dropped leaves all over him in shock.

The long sword was drawn on the ground, Song Minhuan directly raised the sword and attacked, the silver sword collided with the wrist of the god statue. With a sound of "bang", countless coercion spread and intertwined, as if a hole was suddenly torn in the sky, a white light appeared for a moment, and soon disappeared among the clouds.

The sword qi Wulang caused the strong wind, which suddenly swept over, causing the hanging trees to shake wildly.The black idol looked down at him, and the huge hand fell down with a "bang", before he could react, the other hand fell down at the same time, the falling ground was shattered, and the trees fell down by their roots one slice.

Song Minhuan walked through the forest with his sword in hand, he quickly avoided the big hand of the black god statue.The tip of the sword tapped on the ground, and he jumped up suddenly with his strength, flipped the long sword in his hand, and a sword light slashed straight at the face of the statue.

The black statue paused in place for a moment, and quickly avoided it. At this moment, the silver-white sword light wrapped in the cold wind, cut off a whole broken arm of the statue with a "bang".

The broken arm turned into countless small black mantras, and they screamed, slowly disappearing in the air.

Song Minhuan used the Duhua sword technique, this sword technique is specially aimed at the most yin and evil things, and it is most effective against them.

"The last one who told me that I was no match was beaten into a sieve by me."

After Song Minhuan said this, his sword energy suddenly burst out, and sword patterns appeared on the sword body, and the sword patterns emerged little by little, as if it was covered with a layer of frost.

Fine pieces, like ice and snow, drilled out from the cracks in the ground, the cold breath came oncoming, and the air was covered with frost and snow.

This time, the sword energy was faster, and he forced the black idol back again and again. He fixed his eyes on the idol, and felt a peeping gaze falling on him from the depths of the forest.

There was no hostility in that gaze, so he ignored it for the time being, but he still kept a trace of focus behind him.

Jian Guang split the black statue head-on, and with a bang, the statue shattered in mid-air. Countless mantras burned like flames. They burned and devoured the remaining spiritual power in the air. Quick, they gathered in midair again.

They slowly pieced together into a black statue, the black statue is still the same, the benevolent brows and eyes seem to be smiling at this time, the statue is still looking down at him, as if laughing at his overthinking.

Song Minhuan frowned, he was distracted for a moment, and at the moment of his distraction, a big black hand covered with incantations fell down, he couldn't dodge it in time, and directly split it with his sword.

The opponent's coercion fell faster, and the heavy coercion fell on his heart. He felt pain in his chest, and there was a momentary buzzing in his ears——

Jian Guang split the palm of the god statue, his figure disappeared in place, and his figure appeared in the shadowy forest. While looking at the black god statue, he opened his consciousness.

His consciousness spread out, and he saw the black statue in the distance. His consciousness swept across the statue inch by inch, as if he had sensed his consciousness, and the statue suddenly moved somewhere.

The weak point, three inches below the ear—

Song Minhuan opened his eyes, the long sword in his hand spread out, and he turned sideways, watching the direction of the black god statue out of the corner of his eyes.

The moonlight fell, and at the moment when the black idol came over——

A condensed sword energy slashed towards the idol like a rainbow, and Song Minhuan held up the long sword. The sword energy twisted like waves, and the silver-white sword light was as cold as frost, aiming straight at the black idol three inches below the ear The position is cut down.

With a sound of "Boom--", countless wraiths let out sharp screams. They burned in the air, and the shackles disappeared, and turned into nothingness after a while.

Song Minhuan stood where he was, his long sword was retracted into its sheath, his chest was still hurting, and there was a fishy sweetness in his voice, he supported the tree trunk with his fingertips, and covered his lips with his hands.

Feeling the warmth in the palm, he looked down at the palm and saw a sticky crimson.

Just now, he underestimated the enemy. After all, the opponent is a descendant of a god. One or two may not be a problem. If there are too many, the coercion must not be underestimated.

Song Minhuan noticed that that gaze was still watching him, wiped his hands casually with a handkerchief, and said quietly, "What do you mean by falling into a dream?"

There was silence in the Yin forest. After a while, there was a slight movement, and a looming black figure in the shape of a human appeared out of the corner of his eyes.

This black shadow also has black shackles on his wrists, but unlike the descendants of the gods just now, there are no spells spreading on his body.

"Dreams are dreams, nothing interesting."

"Arrogance, do you know about arrogance?" Song Minhuan asked.

The black shadow did not speak, hid in the shadows, and suddenly laughed, "Human race, you don't have to ask me so much, you should care about your companions now."

"The vengeful spirit he encountered is much more difficult than you. The other party is from the Rulong clan... If you don't go there, you may not be able to save him."

Ru Taki clan?Wasn't it the one who overran that clan?

Song Minhuan's heart awed when he heard the words. He was curious about what Heiying said just now, but he was more worried about something happening to Young Master Lan, so he held the sword and disappeared on the spot in an instant.

He felt that the black shadow was following him not far away, so he didn't care. It was still useful for the other party to keep it. When he found Gong Zilan, he could ask the black shadow for some information.

The cold wind was blowing on his face, the moonlight was shining on the branches, and there was the sound of trees falling in the distance. He saw the god statue in the distance from a long distance.

He raised his head, his eyes paused slightly.

It was a huge statue of a god, and the god looked like a man.The man's brows were handsome, but at this moment his eyes were downcast with a look of pity, and the corners of his lips were slightly hooked, and endless coercion spread out, the coercion was more than ten times that of the black god statue just now.

Song Minhuan felt uncomfortable at such a distance, and it was not easy to resist such a strong coercion. Seeing this, he accelerated his speed and saw someone in the depths of the Yin forest.

There was a figure under the statue. Gong Zilan held a long sword in his hand, with six blood-stained cloud patterns on it. He was obviously having a hard time fighting, and his face turned pale.

"This is an overbearing idol," Gong Zilan noticed him, "We may not be rivals even if we work together."

If they really overstepped, the two of them could still fight together, but this statue is composed of the souls of countless Rulong people.What kind of concept is this? The Ru Taki clan was originally the closest to the bloodline of the gods.

The cultivation base of each of their clansman crushes the descendants of ordinary gods, if they are not voluntary, no one can touch their clan.

Now countless Rulong clansmen gather together, even if their cultivation level is not as good as before, they are no less than tens of thousands of evil spirits combined.

Song Minhuan didn't say much, he found out when he came, the speed of this statue was very fast, it was impossible for them to run away under the nose of this statue, it was too risky to be caught that way.

The only thing left is for the two of them to fight with their backs.

Xie Chong really wasted effort to deal with them this time, he was not their opponent, so he recruited the descendants of the gods.

Song Minhuan looked at the huge statue in front of him, he must have assumed a high status in the clan, the clan respected him very much, such a god, but finally handed over the clan to the human race.

It is equivalent to personally pushing the tribe to a dead end.

Although cruel, it is not incomprehensible.A person has been restrained, depressed, resentful, and pain has accumulated in his heart for decades. Even if he loves his clansmen at first, it will turn into loathing and hatred later, and the suppression to the extreme will cause backlash.

Kindness and love are never disciplined, it is a kind of giving.When a person has enough kindness and love, he can give to others.

At this time, Song Minhuan couldn't help thinking that the Rulong tribe thought he was a god who saved the world, and the arrogance has always followed the tribe's discipline to do things, even though countless darkness has grown in his heart.

They are gods of salvation and they cannot have a dark side.

Later, evil curses appeared on the descendants of the gods, which seemed to be the most naked mockery. Their gods made the world full of war and suffering, so the gods punished them, and they will disappear from the world.

In this way, the presumptuous beliefs will surely collapse. They have never been the gods to save the world...they are just the source of disasters in the world.

All the goodness he clings to has never meant anything.