Immortals come on the moon

It was Qi Yeluo?

He felt surprised in his heart, but it seemed reasonable.

Song Minhuan asked: "What does he mean by the evil curse, but the evil curse on the descendants of your gods?"

"I don't know either." Gong Zilan stood up holding his sword, "His words may not be credible, we won't go through this door, and now continue to Mengxie."

"You are injured, we need to find a place to treat the injury first." Song Minhuan went to help young master Lan, "There is a town nearby, let's go there first."

Having said that, they planned to go out, and the exit of the Yin Forest in front was only a short distance away from them.The two of them walked for a long time, the exit seemed to be in front of them all the time, and they couldn't get through.

Song Minhuan then changed the direction, he told Gongzi Lan to wait at the same spot, he went to explore the way, and went around the Yin forest like this, but he couldn't get out.

An hour later, he came back. Gong Zilan was beside the bronze door, looking thoughtfully at the pattern on the door.

"Is it impossible to get out?"

Song Minhuan nodded, there seemed to be a formation here, and they were trapped in the Yin Forest.

"The ghost script on the bronze door says that this is the only exit, and we don't have time to waste... It seems that Qi Yeluo made the calculations in advance."

In any case, they have to go through this door.

Song Minhuan understood what Gong Zilan meant. He touched the bronze door with his long sword and felt a barrier. If they wanted to enter, they had to find a way to break the barrier first.

He directly broke through the barrier with his long sword, and the bronze door knocker knocked on the door. The two doors opened slowly, and it was a stone step that could not be seen down to the end.

There were torches on both sides, and he helped young master Lan to go in. The moment they entered, the door slowly closed again.

The tunnel looks like it has not been repaired for a long time, and the breath is cold. The walls are carved with patterns of descendants of gods of various ethnic groups. They wear different costumes, hold various weapons in their hands, and have different patterns as symbols of the clan.

Song Minhuan saw the six volumes of cloud pattern, which belonged to Gong Zilan's Dizang tribe, and the three eye pattern was Fengyuan's Tianming tribe.

Afterwards, he also saw many doors. On the doors were heavy chains with the appearance of evil spirits carved on them. It was not like evil spirits, but more like monsters.

There are black mantras wrapped around it, and just by looking at it, one can feel the most yin and evil aura.

Song Minhuan: "What is this?"

He counted, and there were twelve doors in all.

"These are the twelve giant demons. They were sealed into the endless abyss by the combined efforts of the gods. They are symbols of evil in the world."

Song Minhuan glanced at it, there was also an altar carved behind it, which seemed to be a sacrifice to the twelve pillars.

He withdrew his gaze, and the two of them quickly walked to the end of the tunnel. There were more than a dozen similar tunnels beside the end, which seemed to be still being repaired.

They extinguished the torches on the way, and the other tunnel was obviously repaired, with a vermilion lacquer carved plaque on it, and there were guards outside, the torches loomed by the side.

The guards wore black robes, and there was no evil aura on their bodies. They held bone scythes in their hands, and the silver blades reflected cold light, with complicated patterns on them.

Is the descendant of the gods.

Song Minhuan averted his gaze. He had placed barriers and blindfolds in their tunnel, so that no one would find out for a while.

"This is the territory of the descendants of the gods."

Song Minhuan: "Do you know which clan they belong to?"

"A black tunic, holding a bone sickle in his hand, with a wolf bone pattern on it... he belongs to the Changsu tribe."

"They are on the evil spirit's side, and they are our enemies. They are here... Qi Yeluo said that it has something to do with the evil curse."

Gong Zilan frowned slightly, and a bad premonition emerged, "I hope it's not what I thought."

Song Minhuan didn't know what Young Master Lan was thinking of. He remembered that the descendants of the dead gods they met up there might also be related to the Changsu clan.

The two of them stayed in the tunnel for an hour, and the two of them temporarily sealed the broken tendons on their bodies, warming up their spiritual power for a while.

Song Minhuan: "How is your injury?"

He just saw Gong Zilan's wrist, the black spells on it were burning, and the bones were faintly visible on the wrist, it must be very uncomfortable.

Now Gong Zilan wrapped his wrists with cloth strips, Wen Yan pulled one side of the tape with one hand, and pulled the other hand with his mouth, and tied the cloth strips into a tight knot.

"It's nothing serious, I can still hold on." Gong Zilan replied.

Song Minhuan gathered his spiritual power with his fingertips, and drew a talisman to suppress evil spells in mid-air, and the two talismans flew into Gong Zilan's wrist.

The spell landed on his wrist, and Gong Zilan felt that the evil spell had subsided gradually. He raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Who taught you this?"

"I don't know," Song Minhuan told the truth, "I drew it subconsciously, is it useful for evil spells?"

Gong Zilan nodded and moved his wrist, "It really doesn't hurt that much."

"The two of us split up and meet here in a quarter of an hour."

Song Minhuan: "I'll go to the tunnel guarded by the Changsu tribe. You go to explore other tunnels. If there's anything wrong, send me a voice transmission immediately."

"Boy, I should say this. I promised Your Highness to take care of you."

In fact, it is not known who is taking care of whom.

The two of them discussed it, Song Minhuan withdrew the barrier, he saw the opportunity, the fire in the copper basin swayed for a moment, his sword came out of its sheath, and the guard fell to the ground without a sound.

He changed into the guard's clothes and entered the tunnel. Inside was a hollowed-out "Lu"-shaped underground palace.There are stone steps floating in mid-air at the edge, and there are many interconnected tunnels on the wall. It is so dark that it is impossible to see what is inside.All the people coming and going were Changsu tribesmen wearing black hooded robes and holding bone scythes.

The firelight illuminated a wall, and he could see clearly what lay beneath.

Below the floating stone steps is an empty altar.The altar is carved with a wolf bone pattern, which is carved from crimson ink stone, and the edge is filled with ghostly writing with a dark red viscous substance.

The dense ghost texts gathered together, like a struggling person with a broken neck, illuminated by more than a dozen torches nearby, looking evil and weird.

On the altar, lay a few naked human races. They wore shackles on their wrists and ankles. They did not know what kind of pain they had suffered. There were painful moans from their mouths, and their expressions were distorted by the pain.

Song Minhuan's eyes fell on those human races, and soon realized something was wrong.There are black spells crawling on their bodies, those spells are densely packed, some crawl into the eyes of the human race on the ground, some crawl into their ears, noses, mouths, and every inch of their skin.

Their eyes were filled with black mantras, carrying the most yin and evil aura, like evil spirits crawling out of hell.

One of the men had an evil curse spread all over his body. He struggled and yelled.

Soon, the man was completely devoured by the evil curse, and the whole person dissipated in mid-air, and he just disappeared, not a single bone was left behind.

Looking at such a scene, Song Minhuan felt as if her eyes were starting to hurt again.He slowly squatted down, his eyes seemed to be burning with pain, and his face gradually turned pale.

"This evil curse came from a ghost town 3000 years ago...it cannot be solved. Those who fall under this curse will lose all five senses...tortured by the evil curse every day, and then fall into an evil spirit, becoming the most perfect sacrifice for the twelve pillar demons Taste."

"Your master can't save you... If you continue like this, you will kill him."

"Shanshan, don't listen to them, you have to trust Master."

"Master will not let you have trouble."

Fragmentary whispers came from Song Minhuan's ears. It was unknown who was speaking in his ears, but the voices were all different.

He tried to recall, and suddenly there was a sharp pain in his mind, like a silver needle piercing it... The pain made him cover his forehead, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back.

"Another one died. Their human body is weak, and they are different from the descendants of the gods. They can't stand the evil curse on us at all."

"We don't know the truth of what that person said, and we have no other way... we can only conduct experiments on humans to see how we can undo the curse."

The two guards were talking in a low voice, Song Minhuan stood up holding his sword, his eyes were a little blurry, and the figure gradually fell into place.

"If we can't undo the evil curse, then we can only wait for death. No one wants to die."

"My lord...there are two more crazy people in Cell No. 2. The evil spell will amplify the negative emotions in their hearts, and now they are fighting inside."

"Don't worry about it, let them beat them, and carry them out if they die. Anyway, there are many human races, and if there are no more, you can catch them again."

Song Minhuan hid in the dark, listening to the conversation between the two guards beside the altar.He saw one of the secret passages not far away. There seemed to be many figures there, and maybe all the people were imprisoned.

"These are all evil curses transferred from us... This matter cannot be known to the descendants of other gods. If the Dream Erosion Clan and the Hydroxy Ming Clan ask about it...they will say that this curse is the work of evil spirits."

"Yes, my subordinates retire."

Song Minhuan saw with his own eyes how the Changsu clan cast evil spells. Every time they cast an evil spell, they would also kill a descendant of a god, and then transfer the evil spell to the human race.

He learned from the conversation between the two that the evil curse was transferred to the human race. They have tried hundreds of human races, and none of them survived.

All dead.

And if they want to lift the curse on themselves, they must survive the human race.

After Song Minhuan inquired about the news, he went to the surrounding secret passages.It was found in one of the secret passages, and the people inside were all captured human races.

Some of them are nearby villagers, some are soldiers who survived the battlefield, some are girls who lost their way out of the city, and some are alcoholics who thought they were still dreaming after getting drunk.

There are some evil spirits locked opposite, with malicious and cruel smiles on their faces, and sharp and vicious voices.

"You are going to die soon."

"Come to hell with us."

"No one wants to go out, as long as they are selected, there is only one dead end."

The faces of the people locked in the black cell were ashen and hopeless. They were like dead straws, losing their vitality and soul. They looked at windows that didn't exist, dreaming that they could get out from here.

The evil laughter echoed in the ears again and again, making people feel oppressed, breathless, full of evil and death.

They are so close to death, and what is about to meet them is the endless abyss.

"No..." A faint voice came from the corner of the cell. Although it was low and inaudible, everyone could hear it in the silent environment.

Like mushrooms after rain, a short and tiny light fell into their hearts.

"His Highness will rescue us...he will not abandon us."

"We... have to trust Your Highness."