Immortals come on the moon

Song Minhuan put down the long sword, and he released the restraint on the blue pipa.Everyone's choice is different, even if he said that, Lan Pipa might not be able to listen to him.

I have already done everything, so what if I regret it?

Seeing that the blue pipa was about to pluck the strings, a coercion came along, Song Minhuan blocked it with the scabbard, and the coercion collided with each other and made a clank and iron sound.

There was a long and deep crack on the wall, and the sword light brushed against Lan Pipa's cheek, blood was seen on his face in an instant.

Song Minhuan glanced at Lan Pipa indifferently, with bright emotions in his eyes, and if there was a next time, he could definitely kill him.

He opened the tent and went out, outside the young master Lan was standing in the distance, it seemed that he came to look for him.

"Boy, what did you go to see him for?"

Gong Zilan came to him, glanced at the tent, and asked again: "I heard that you are leaving, when are you going to leave?"

"It's nothing," Song Minhuan replied briefly, "I don't know when, it should be these few days."

"What, you want to send me off?"

Gong Zilan lazily said, "Who said I'm going to send you off, I'm here to remind you to be careful, maybe one day I'll tie you up and send you to His Highness's bed, and then His Highness will get you done, and you won't be able to leave. "

"Why can't I go?" Song Minhuan seemed to be smiling, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, "I'm not a woman, and I can't get pregnant."

"Don't talk about tying me up, you can beat me first."

Finally one day he was able to say these words, even though he was the young master Lan in the fantasy formation, he really felt much better.

"So arrogant." Gong Zilan also laughed, then the smile slowly subsided, looked at him seriously and said, "Have you really thought about it?"

"Why don't you stay, Shanshan, I gave you the Heavenly Reaching Halberd, and you left like this, with my Heavenly Reaching Halberd and His Highness's heart..."

"It's really not kind."

"Come on," Song Minhuan glanced at Young Master Lan, "You should be happy that I didn't hinder your Highness."

"I know how to make wine. Before I leave, I can brew some for you. It can be regarded as a thank you for your Tongtianji."

"You boy, I don't think you know how powerful the Tongtian Halberd is. It is an ancient divine object. In addition to exerting extraordinary spiritual power, it can also seal a mountain and a river."

"I know," Song Minhuan said, "Then can it also seal people's spirits?"

"Of course there is no problem, but if you use it to seal the soul of a person, it is equivalent to killing a chicken with a butcher's knife. Sealing the soul of a person is not easy, so how can you use the Heavenly Halberd?"

Song Minhuan didn't say anything more, he took a few soldiers and went to the city with Gong Zilan to buy some wine, pear blossoms, apricots, pine nuts and white dew.

After buying these things, he and Feng Yuan brewed the wine together, and lived a simple day, and after finishing his work, he returned to his place of residence.

At night, he sat on the side of the bed alone, illuminated by the candlelight, he rubbed the red lotus jade buckle for a long time, the things here were still the original things, he hadn't added anything.

You don't need to take anything with you.

He looked out of the window, the sandalwood window was open, and there was a deep night outside.At the end of the sky is a crimson, with a little light, like a thick blood mist in a trance, there is a ghost town where evil spirits gather.

This place doesn't belong to him... it will end soon.

He lay on the bed and closed his eyes. He slept very well that night. He was woken up by the movement outside at dawn.

The war drum sounded, the wolf smoke gathered in the air, the iron armor and the sword buckle collided, the moonlight became cold at this time, and the Yueyin flag fluttered above the towering city wall.

Song Minhuan got up from the bed, he went out from the hall, outside the tent soldiers assembled, it seemed that they were in a hurry, but no one came to call him.

He pulled a soldier casually and asked, "What happened, why are you in such a panic?"

The soldier was still holding the halberd in his hand, and was suddenly grabbed, and he reacted and saluted Song Minhuan.

"My lord...the evil spirits sneaked in last night, and many people died in our camp. In the middle of the night, the evil spirits attacked again. Your Highness, they have already entered the battlefield."

The soldier lowered his voice, "Your Highness won't allow us to call your lord... This time the evil spirits are coming fiercely. I heard that they united with many descendants of gods, and Lord Gong Zilan's family members were also kidnapped."

Gong Zilan's people were kidnapped?

Song Minhuan let go of the soldiers, and he went all the way to the city gate.The dark wind rushes towards us, thick black fog gathers in the distance, the evil spirit's sharp and ferocious laughter seems to be able to penetrate the crowd, silver halberds and sword lights are intertwined, among them... there are many soldiers in foreign costumes.

The descendants of the gods are born with the ability of blood, and the human race is fighting with them, it is like hitting a stone with an egg.

There are not many descendants of their gods in Yueyin, but they are not as many as the other party. It is difficult to deal with the descendants of the gods, let alone the countless evil spirits.

Song Minhuan saw the figures of Changle and Gongzilan in the distance, as well as Fengyuan and Lanpipa. He supported the city wall and jumped directly from the city wall.

"grown ups--"

Soldiers shouted at each other behind him, Song Minhuan jumped steadily to the ground, he took a long halberd casually, passed by Xie Chong and the soldiers, the halberd swiped past, and the Xie Chong disappeared in smoke wherever it passed.

All that fell on the ground were human corpses and bones turned into evil spirits. The blood spilled, and some splashed on his face, which was still hot.

The flames burned on the corpse, billowing thick smoke billowed into the sky, the soldiers screamed continuously, and the sound of long swords piercing through the bones came, and the place was bloody and bloody, and this place was like a purgatory on earth.

The long halberd cut off the weapon in the hands of the descendant of the god, and the blade of the halberd pierced into the opponent's neck, blood sprayed out, and someone beside him shouted hoarsely, "Don't—" and immediately the descendant of the god came towards him.

The halberd in his hand was broken, and he took out a long sword from the mud beside him.The snow-white sword light burst out, like endless frost and snow flying into the sky, the air became a bit colder, the sword light swept across, a blood slit appeared on the faces of the descendants of the gods, they all fell down in a daze.

If one dies, there will be a second, a third, a fourth, endlessly, a cloud of black mist rushes towards him, Song Minhuan walks through the black mist, evil spirits are annihilated under the light of his sword, countless bones piled up at his feet.

Many descendants of the gods are dealing with Gongzi Lan and Changle, especially Gongzi Lan, who heard the other party's voice through the sound of wind and weapons.

"Your people are in our hands now, Young Master Lan, do you really want to leave them alone?"

"When we passed by, your clansmen were still praying for you. Your son followed my king... I stayed behind Ksitigarbha. Ksitigarbha cut down all evils, and protected mountains and rivers with long halberds. I don't see you every year. Where is your son?"

The descendant of the god sang softly, with a cruel smile in his voice, "Young Master Lan, you haven't gone back for a few years? If you don't go back this time, you will never see them again."

"Whether Yueyin or Dizang is more important, you should know in your heart."

Song Minhuan's eyes were red when he saw Gong Zilan for the first time, and he was a little dazed in place.Gong Zilan was upset, the other party deliberately provoked him so deliberately, when several descendants of gods attacked Gong Zilan at the same time.

The descendant of the god was about to say something, when a snow-white sword light pierced through the halberd with a "bang", the halberd was split in two, and the long sword was inserted into the throat of the descendant of the god.

The face of the descendant of the god was full of disbelief, blood soaked the skirt of his clothes, and he fell into a pool of blood.

At the moment when the halberd was about to stab Gong Zilan's shoulder, a long sword blocked their halberd.The coercion collided with each other, and the surrounding broken swords buzzed, and all the descendants of the gods took a few steps back in shock.

"Don't be distracted, trust your people, they can't be caught so easily."

Even though Song Minhuan already knew the truth, he remembered that he had seen at the ruins of Gongzilan's clan. None of Gongzilan's clansmen were spared. He didn't know the reason before... now he understands.

Between Ksitigarbha and Yueyin, Gong Zilan chose Yueyin.

Their gods abandoned them in favor of the Terrans.He recalled that until his death, those clansmen were praying for Young Master Lan, and they never hated Young Master Lan.

Now Gong Zilan doesn't know that his clansman has been slaughtered, but because of the other party's threat, he was shaken, and he couldn't bear to tell the other party the truth.

He looked at the sky in the distance, the crimson blood was like a long river, covering the war-torn, broken and riddled world.

This place is full of oppression, fear, gloom and despair.

Gong Zilan gave him a thankful look, pretending to be relaxed, "Boy, thank you."

Afterwards, Gong Zilan quickly joined the battle, and he also joined in. He met Chang Le, and the two glanced at each other.

Chang Le glanced at him, with some strange emotions in his eyes, his brows were slightly wrinkled, obviously not wanting him to appear here.

But there was no time to blame him at this moment, Song Minhuan also knew that he was concentrating on fighting the evil spirits, and this war lasted far longer than he imagined.

For five days and five nights, the blood on the ground turned dark, and there were rotting corpses and burning fireworks all over the place. At the end of the setting sun, the light was shining, but he couldn't feel a trace of warmth.

His fingertips lost strength, and the fingers holding the sword were trembling, his face could not tell whether it was his own blood or the blood of the enemy, his throat could no longer make a sound, and his eyes almost had double images.

The drums of war stopped at this moment, and the battlefield seemed to quiet down. The piled up corpses were like a mountain, intertwined with bones and blood, and the bloody sky was crushed, and the sky returned to clarity.

Terrans won.

They won the battle, but none of them had the strength to celebrate. Few survived. Their faces were full of despair. Even if they won...the war would never end.

I don't know when it will end.

At this moment, the battlefield fell silent, the fighting came to an end, and under the setting sun, it was quiet and empty.

Song Minhuan was still holding the sword in his hand, and he seemed to be able to hear Chang Le and Gongzi Lan calling his name.

"Shan Shan—"

The night wind was blowing towards him, carrying a thick smell of blood and decay. He looked towards the distant sky as if he felt something, and saw a figure in the sky.

The surrounding scenes faded away, the sword in his hand disappeared little by little, and the voices of Chang Le and Gongzi Lan also disappeared.He was far away from the battlefield, and was in a vast expanse of whiteness.

In front of him was a familiar figure.

The man was wearing a shabby robe, his original appearance was revealed at this time, half of his face was disfigured like a handsome man.His skin was covered with burns and scars, and there were stitches in his ears, under his eyes, and on his neck.Covered with black spells, it looks ugly and evil.

It was extremely quiet in the whiteness, only him and the man in front of him were left.

He looked at the other party, and he didn't need to say anything at this time, he knew that this was the real arrogance.

We finally met... At this time, he was unusually calm, and he looked at the arrogance not far away calmly.

There was almost no strength in his body. At this moment, the strings of his whole body seemed to be tensed. This was his last battle.

You can only win, not lose.

Song Minhuan stood on the spot, and a long halberd appeared in his palm. The halberd was covered with patterns of swords and crowns, and the blade of the halberd was aimed at the direction of overtaking.

The fingertips are clenched tightly, the halberd is cold and cold, the endless pressure is overwhelming, and the killing intent is full.

"I didn't expect...you could survive."

Ju Yue was smiling, his voice was clear and cold, no longer hoarse and unpleasant as before.He took two steps forward, the wound on his face disappeared, his silver hair was like a waterfall, and the scars and spells on his body also disappeared.

"Why...you don't want to stay inside, there is Changle here, but after going out, there will be no Shen Yingxue."

"Have you thought it through?"