Immortals come on the moon

In a daze, Song Minhuan heard someone whispering in his ear. He stood there, listening intently, but there was no movement around him.

"Hey boy, what did you do to your face?"

As soon as Young Master Lan came out, he saw the blood on the young man's face, the other party's eyes were a little dazed, and his expression was not quite the same as usual.

The young man's white fingertips were also stained with blood, his eyes were a little confused and depressed, and the light in his eyes dimmed little by little.

I just didn't see you for a while, so I made myself like this?

"What's wrong?" Gong Zilan stepped forward, "How did you get the injury on your forehead, are you stupid?"

Song Minhuan waved a hand in front of him, he slowly came back to his senses, his eyes fell on Gong Zilan's face, and he looked around subconsciously, the surrounding was empty and there was no one there.

He shook his head, looked at his palm, and retracted his fingertips.

"It's okay, I accidentally knocked it." He replied like this.

Gong Zilan: "Take care of the wound quickly, there are still many human races inside, we have to take them out."

He followed behind Gongzi Lan, and what Gongzi Lan said in his ear turned into a buzzing sound.He kept recalling the figure just now in his mind, and he didn't have the heart to listen to what Gong Zilan had to say.

There are not only human races but also evil beings imprisoned in the tunnel.Song Minhuan released all the human races, and those human races recognized Young Master Lan and knelt on the ground to thank Young Master Lan.

He stood beside him, hearing those evil begging for mercy, Xie Chong begged him to let them go too, at first it was crying and begging, but later seeing that he refused to answer, it turned into complaints and curses.

He lowered his eyes, feeling a little noisy, and the scabbard was a little out.The sword light streaked across those evil spirits, and all the evil spirits that had uttered curses just now disappeared into ashes and disappeared into the air.

Young Master Lan let the human race go. It took them a while to find the exit in the tunnel. Seeing that he was always in a daze, Young Master Lan didn't let him pass.

He stayed where he was to protect the human race, and Gongzi Lan went to find an exit.

There might be people from the Changsu clan here, they can't leave these surviving humans behind, they need to be protected.

Song Minhuan guarded them in place. They were located next to the altar. There was still blood left on the altar, and the blood melted into the ghost writing on it.There are still many corpses of the Changsu people on the ground, the tunnel is cold, the light is very dim, and even the slightest movement can be heard.

Several human races behind him were talking in low voices, and curious eyes fell on him, and he could hear their voices.

"This is the lord who is following His Highness...he is a human race, the reincarnated holy king rumored in the city."

"My lord has a cold face, it doesn't look easy to approach, can I talk to him?"

"What are you going to tell my lord... It's not easy for my lord to save us. I didn't see that there was still a wound on my forehead between my lord's palms."

Among the whispers, there was also a low sound of inhalation.Song Minhuan saw a figure from the corner of his eyes, he turned around and walked towards that figure.

The crowd stepped aside one after another, and in the corner was a lame teenager.The boy's face was pale, and there was an extremely deep wound on his leg. The blood that flowed out was black, wrapped in gauze, and the surface looked no different from a normal wound.

When Song Minhuan came over, the boy's eyes were a little dodgy, his fingertips tightened his trouser legs, and he lowered his head not wanting to attract Song Minhuan's attention.

Song Minhuan didn't say anything to the young man, he had this kind of herbal medicine to dispel evil spirits, took off the gauze, and reapplied the medicine to the young man.The evil energy above slowly disappeared, and blood of normal color flowed out.

The people next to him were all watching, and the young man didn't yell out a word of pain. The process of getting rid of evil spirits was not easy. He looked at the young man in front of him and thanked him in a low voice.

"Thank you."

Song Minhuan stood up, it was just a matter of little effort, if it was delayed later, the boy might lose his legs.

The moment he stood up, he felt a sinister breath for a moment.He turned sideways and looked towards the place he felt, the source was the altar.

His heart became awe-inspiring, and he clenched the long sword in his hand. Seeing the change in his expression, the people around him also fell silent.

The only sound left in the air was the sound of water dripping from the corner of the tunnel, one sound after another, quiet and empty, and there was almost invisible slight movement between them.

Song Minhuan caught it, and the long sword subconsciously protected the human race behind him, "You all get back first, stay where you are, and don't take half a step out of the barrier without my order."

They pushed back one after another obediently, Song Minhuan drew a barrier on the spot, the barrier was cage-like, and the white barrier separated them.

At the moment when the enchantment was formed, a coercion emerged from the ground, evil energy emerged from the gaps, and black spells gathered from the walls, the ground, and the sky.

The sound they made was like flames burning the skin, devouring the spiritual power of the place they passed inch by inch, and the plants touched by them withered in an instant, losing their vitality and soul.

Those incantations gathered towards Song Minhuan, Song Minhuan's long sword was completely white, and with a "bang", where the sword light fell, the black incantations dissipated one after another.

After the incantations dissipated, they condensed together again, and gradually, in midair, condensed into a huge, majestic and majestic statue.The god is like a member of the Changsu clan. It holds a bone sickle in its hand and stands on the altar. The entire tunnel can hardly hold its body.

The beams and pillars on the top couldn't bear the coercion of the god statue, and several cracks spread out on it, with mud and bricks falling down, and the stones shattered on the ground.

The god statue looked down at Song Minhuan, its facial features were hidden in the black hooded robe, and the bone scythe in its hand refracted a cold light, like impermanence crawling out of the ground to snatch souls, its whole body was full of heavy death and evil.

The black incantations were densely packed, like countless chains bound on the statue, and several voices came from the Changsu clansman who had just died not long ago.

"Boy, do you think you can get out of here by killing us?"

"Not only can you not get out now, your body...will be ours soon."

"Let him see... what real strength is."

Countless tiny black mantras shone and danced, and the ghostly inscriptions on the altar suddenly shone brightly. They turned into the body of the god statue, and the coercion emitted by the god statue became heavier and heavier.

Song Minhuan understood at this moment that these Changsu clansmen had left behind, they knew that they would die, so they made preparations in advance.

Even if their bodies die, they will turn into wraiths, as long as they can find a new body, they can be reborn.

But...is there really such a good thing?Will it be so easy to break the curse and be reborn?

Song Minhuan didn't believe it. When he thought of the disappearing Rulong clansmen, he always felt that things were not that simple. These descendants of the gods seemed to be used.

The other party used the descendants of the gods to point the finger at them... No, it wasn't them in the first place, they could have gone out of the woods, it was Qi Yeluo who trapped them here.

Qi Yeluo wanted them to discover the evil deeds of the Changsu clan to the human race, and transfer the curse to the human race... More than one clan should do this.

Someone used the descendants of the gods to conduct experiments on the human race, or in other words, someone deliberately promoted all this behind the scenes... Did he really want to lift the curse on the descendants of the gods, or did he have another purpose?

No matter what... the purpose is related to the human race and the evil curse.

Unable to use it in the tunnel, the idol quickly launched an offensive, and Song Minhuan kept avoiding it.That enchantment is for the human race, he should be thankful at this time, the Changsu tribe doesn't take the human race seriously, so his enchantment can last for a while.

The bone scythe of the god statue was chopped on the wall, the torch on it fell, the wall cracked, boulders rolled down, and the whole tunnel buzzed.The snow-white sword energy collided with the bone scythe, and there was a "clang--", the pressure in the air shook, and the sword energy pierced through the eyes of the god statue, leaving a deep long mark on it.

At this time, Gong Zilan came out of one of the tunnels, he saw the statue clearly, and quickly transmitted the voice to Song Minhuan.

"Boy, I've already found the exit. We can't fight him here. Let's find a way to get out first."

If the entire tunnel collapses, they will be the only ones who will suffer.

Song Minhuan responded, and he and Gong Zilan in the distance met their gazes. They both walked towards the statue at the same time. At this time, the statue reacted, and the bone scythe aimed at the barrier in the corner.

The cold arc refracted by the silver blade, Song Minhuan rushed to meet it, he repelled the god statue, and the god statue also understood that these two people came here to save the human race.

Next, the god statue's attacks were all aimed at the enchantment at the corner, and gravel fell, and the surrounding area was covered with stones, and the sound of water dripping on the ground, cracked the gap on the wall with a "boom" .

The torches on the wall were thrown down one after another, and they touched the sacrificial wine on the ground, and the flames suddenly rose, and the temperature in the tunnel became much scorched.

Barriers can block evil spirits, but not flames.

The human race inside became anxious at this moment. They tried to put out the fire with their clothes, but the flames could not be extinguished at all. Their bodies were scorched by the flames, and their skin instantly turned red.Their figures appeared extremely small in the firelight, they stretched out their hands to try to get out, and asked Song Minhuan and Gongzi Lan for help.

"My lord... help... help us."

"Let us out..."

Letting them out at this time would only make the chaos worse, Song Minhuan swiped his sword across, the sword energy extinguished the flames, he stood in front of the ending interface, and extinguished all the flames.

The boulder rolled down. Seeing that the stone was about to fall on the barrier, Song Minhuan chopped the boulder with his long sword. With a bang, the boulder was shattered into fine powder.

He smashed the huge boulder, and another torch fell on the ground. The flames spread instantly, and he was in the fire. Young Master Lan was fighting with the god statue in the distance.

Both of them had scruples and didn't dare to fight with all their strength, otherwise the tunnel would fail and collapse.

"Shanshan, be careful behind your back—"

Song Minhuan was holding the long sword, and he heard Gongzi Lan's voice from a distance. At this moment, an extremely heavy pressure spread towards him.

The flames scorched his side face, and he saw the blurred figure of the idol in the corner of his eyes, and the voices of people in the slowing down barrier were in his ears.

"My lord, be careful—"

He clenched his long sword tightly and was about to block it. At this moment, the surroundings became silent, the air became silent, and a silent coercion spread throughout the entire underground palace.

The cold and chilly coercion soaked through, and the fire was extinguished in an instant. He turned around and saw a figure at the end of the tunnel.

With a "bang", there were countless screams in the air, the whole statue of the god was shattered, the pattern of the sword and the crown spread out in the air, and a sword qi smashed them into ashes.

The man is wearing a crown, the gilt hangs down, and the profile of his face is stern and cold.Endless coercion spread around him, the long sword was held by the slender fingertips, and the sword energy silently condensed, turning thousands of evil spirits into ashes in an instant.

"That's... His Highness."

"It's Changle God of War!"

"Our Highness has come to rescue us—"

The people were excited and trembling, and they shouted the hero's name loudly, as if seeing a god from the darkness shining down on the sky.

There was reverence and admiration in their eyes, and they understood... His Highness will never give up on them.

Looking at the man from a short distance away, Song Minhuan was still holding the long sword in his hand, he was relieved at this moment, when he met that face, another face flashed in his mind.

There was a faint pain in his mind again, as if he saw a double image on Chang Le.He clutched his forehead tightly, the long sword fell to the ground, and the surroundings became dizzy.

No...it doesn't seem like it should be like this.

Nothing is right... everything is right and nothing is right.

The one who should appear beside him... should not be Chang Le, but "him".

... Who is "he"?

"Shan Shan—"

There was worry in Chang Le's eyebrows, he raised his head, and saw what the other party's lips were opening and closing, but he couldn't hear a word.

His eyes fell behind him and looked around him, trying to find the black shadow that was about to dissipate.