Immortals come on the moon

"My master is always there, you don't have to confuse me."

Across the white light, the two stood facing each other, colliding with endless coercion, arrogantly looking at him, with a little pity and aloof indifference in their eyes.

Overreach: "Do you think Shen Yingxue is more important than Changle? He is just the reincarnation of Changle. There will be countless reincarnations after Changle, but there will only be one Changle in the world."

Are you still persuading him to stay in the phantom formation?

The surroundings were silent, and Song Minhuan's snow-white halberd blade revealed the pressure. He smiled softly, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and there was a slight mockery in his eyes.

"People like you... naturally don't understand, don't understand that every person, creature in the world, and everything, their existence is unique."

"Has the evil curse on your body been lifted?" Song Minhuan's eyes fell on the arrogant wrist, which was covered all the year round, and he couldn't see the other's wrist.

"I think there is no way to untie it. You have been a disaster in the world for many years... God is merciful to all sentient beings, and naturally will not let you go."

Song Minhuan said plainly, he watched the presumptuous breath become a little bit darker, and there was no expression on his face.

"You said before that I am you, but you are not me. I didn't understand what it meant at the time, but now I understand."

"Arrogance, I am the you you used to be, but I am not the you you used to be."

Song Minhuan opened his mouth, his eyes were firm and full of radiance, "Everyone's life is never the same, we each have our own life. If I resemble you... it's probably like a curse, a prison in which you are dreaming What I experienced during the battle was what you experienced before."

"What do you want to tell me? Tell me that the human race is ugly, selfish, they don't repay their kindness, they have evil thoughts, and they are not worth saving?"

Tyrant laughed lightly, his voice was unclear, "You think they are worth saving, so it's not enough for them to be betrayed, humiliated, or maliciously slandered."

"They are evil in nature, and their bad roots are hard to move. They should not exist in this world."

"You put it that way, evil spirits shouldn't exist in the world," Song Minhuan said indifferently, "Where there is good, there will be evil, and where there is darkness, there will be light. The two are equal. There has never been a so-called should or should not exist in the world."

He had seen dark and ugly disciples of the immortal sect in the sect, and those disciples pushed Zhuang Li to his death simply because of jealousy.He has also seen kind-hearted disciples who sacrificed their lives for the common people. Some disciples were rescued by the gods 3000 years ago, so their obsession was hard to get rid of, and they stepped into the fairy gate again 3000 years later.

He has seen evil spirits that harm people everywhere, and evil spirits that are as kind as ordinary people. There are good and evil in the human race, and evil spirits are also divided into good and evil.

They exist in the world, as long as the light side covers the dark side, so that the whole sky is still sunshine, that's enough.

Song Minhuan remembered something, through the vast white light, his eyes fell on Yue Yue, as if he could see through the black hooded robe and see the sores all over his body.

"You are a holy king. Some people say you are stupid and hypocritical. You were deceived, injured, slandered, and framed in the process of helping the human race. You think it is meaningless to help mortals like this... But your clansmen are so wrong. You give very high expectations, they think you are born a god, and you should be considerate of the human race."

"You don't want to disappoint the expectations of your tribe, but you hate the human race, the tribe, and the pain they bring you, but you can only bear everything in silence. Even if your heart is full of holes, you still follow the expectations of the tribe. , To be a holy king praised by everyone, consider for the human race, sacrifice yourself, and always be the one who gets hurt."

"What did your people say to you? You are the gods who save the world. The gods endow you with bloodline abilities. You can be born powerful, noble, and have a long lifespan. You can get things that many human races can't get in their entire lives."

"You believe it is true, even if you don't believe it, you can only believe it... otherwise all your persistence and all your beliefs will collapse. I thought it was just like this, but God seems to have played a big joke on you."

The face under the hooded robe has changed a little, and the usual indifferent appearance is broken at this moment, and the eyes are deep and gloomy.

Song Minhuan said flatly: "The evil curse appeared on the descendants of your gods. It seems to be the best proof. You have never been the gods to save the world. Why did God want you to disappear...Because you have caused troubles in the world and have no existence for the human race. significance."

"When the human race no longer believes in you, you will also disappear from the world."

What he said was not what he thought, but what he thought, and he said it at this time.

"It's so ironic. Your family insists on being kind and caring for the human race, but you are also the first to discover the evil curse... Your persistence, everything you have experienced and everything you have done in the world these years are all meaningless."

"Gods are not gods, people are not people, evil spirits are not evil spirits, you like this... Faith can easily collapse in an instant."

A wave of coercion fell on him silently, Song Minhuan still stood where he was, he was not affected by the coercion, the coercion emitted by the halberd in his hand collided with it, and swayed around with a "bang", sending out The silk followed and drifted backwards.

"Do you think you have seen the whole truth because you saw some clips from 3000 years ago?" Ju Yue's eyes were cold, "You were born in a prosperous age, so naturally you wouldn't know it. In troubled times, sticking to morality...is never It's as simple as that."

"I understand, I've never had your experience." Song Minhuan looked at Ju Yue, and suddenly laughed, "But... the world never asks the reason, what is done is what is done."

"You bewitched the descendants of the gods, split the gate of the twelve nights, despised the human race and treated the human race as ants. I don't know how many people died in your hands. If it is because of the morality of the world, maybe it is not my turn to attack you."

"You cast an evil spell on me, bewitching my junior brother into the ghost world, and then sent someone to kill Shen Yingxue... My life is not long, my master pulled out the lotus of the heart for me, you don't know your move, How much pain it has caused us."

"Maybe you know, anyway, you don't care, and I don't think I need to care now."

As long as he breaks his shackles with his own hands, kills those who play chess behind the scenes, and cleanses morality with sword blood... Overcome thorns and thorns with his own hands, and walk out his own path.

That's enough.

Including the phantom formation, it took seven years and more than 2000 days and nights. Now when this day comes, he is calm, relieved, and able to face it calmly.

Practice the sword for a thousand days, today is the time to use the sword.

The so-called way of swordsmanship, the direction of the way, can turn all things into swords.

The halberd in his hand was awe-inspiring, and in front of him, the overbearing figure disappeared, and there appeared a huge black statue of the holy king wrapped in countless mantras.

Shengjun has kind eyes and lowered his eyebrows. He looks down at the struggling human race in the world of mortals. Endless coercion emanates, scorching like scorching waves. Behind him, countless roads crawl out from the gap in hell. soul.

"Do you think... I really dare not kill you?"

The overbearing voice seemed to come from far away, the coldness carried a heavy coercion, if the cultivation level was lower, he would not be able to help but want to kneel down.

"For thousands of years, only you have survived, and you are the best sacrifice."

The palm of the black statue slowly lifted up. It was a pitch-black scepter, looking at him arrogantly, rushing towards him like a wave of coercion, with the momentum of covering mountains, rivers and seas.

"Besides you, there are countless human races. I have never insisted on you."

"Without you...with Zhuang Li, Xu Wanqin, and Hua Chongjin, they might not be worse than you."

Song Minhuan was in the wave of coercion. He resisted the coercion with the long halberd in his hand. With a bang, the frosty blade of the halberd scattered the thick black mist.

"You are right, if I don't kill you today, there will be countless me in the future."

Whether it's Zhuang Li, Xu Wanqin, or Hua Chongjin, he doesn't want them to suffer the same pain as him again.

"Now it's not whether you want to kill me... but whether you have the ability to kill me now."

Today, he is no longer the young man who was slaughtered a few years ago. At this time, he will no longer be afraid of the threat of usurping.

He can take up his own weapon and fight the opponent.

Overbearing seemed to let out a laugh from his voice, his eyes fell on him, with a high-level scrutiny, his voice was very soft.

"Now I know...why Changle fell in love with you, you are like this... really want people to pull you down, let you be stained with filth and darkness, and see if you can climb up again when the time comes."

With such a frivolous voice, Song Minhuan showed no expression on his face, and his voice became a little cold, "You should have the answer in your heart."

Hadn't he already pulled him down once?

What is the answer... He broke the phantom formation, and fighting him here is the best answer.

The long halberd suddenly drew a sharp cold light, the cold light intertwined with the black mist on the statue, it broke through the black mist, and slashed straight at the statue, the statue's arm was cut off.

Countless black mantras emerged, the arm recovered quickly, the scepter in the statue's hand lit up, and countless wraiths flew towards him.

The resentful spirits carried evil resentment, they were shrouded in gloomy death, carrying the negative emotions of the world, they all gathered towards Song Minhuan, surrounded him, devouring spiritual power.

Song Minhuan swept over with his halberd, and the halberd made a strong sound in the air, and the mighty momentum of mountains and rivers was brewing under his halberd blade, and the resentful spirits retreated silently.

His figure disappeared on the spot, and he jumped into the air suddenly. The snow-white spiritual power carried a heavy pressure. The usual spiritual power was released very much. Dissipated under the blade.

The halberd collided with the scepter in the hand of the idol, making a heavy buzzing sound, scratching the eardrums, and echoing in the air, the pressure spread to the surroundings, and the air was silent for a moment.

Song Minhuan's face was scratched with small wounds. He was holding the halberd in his hand, and the pressure collided with each other. He was knocked back and flew a long distance, and was supported on the ground with the halberd.

The piercing sound of the halberd scratched the ground, leaving long marks on the ground, the black god statue's scepter was downward, and a silent shadow fell, covering them together with endless death and heavy pressure.

Song Minhuan dodged backwards, and countless black shadows appeared in front of him. These black shadows were twisted, faintly visible, with a sinister aura, and their laughter was sharp and ear-piercing.

He used the halberd to push away the evil spirits, and the evil spirits were wiped out under his halberd, one, two, three, four, endlessly rushed towards him.

The halberd swept across, and countless evil creatures were turned into ashes. He charged up to attack the black idol, but the scepter of the idol came at him. He backed away quickly, and the halberd collided with the scepter again.

He was holding the long halberd, the blade of the halberd shone with cold silver light, a small crack appeared in the scepter, and then with a sound of "crash -", the whole scepter shattered into powder in front of him.

In the blink of an eye, a new scepter emerged.

Song Minhuan avoided the attack of the scepter. He stood in place, avoiding the attack of the evil spirit, while trying to attack the black idol.

His halberd cut off the idol's ear, and the idol quickly grew new ones. The arms and head fell off, and new limbs could be formed in an instant.

The wraiths lingered behind him for a long time, whispering in his ears with laughter and malicious curses.

"There is no need to struggle..."

"As long as we are chosen, we all have to die."

"Come on, come to hell with us..."

"What you think you can change is just a futile struggle."

Wraiths were laughing beside him, surrounding him, and he pushed them away with his halberd. With a "bang", the halberd was inserted into the ground, a burst of coercion erupted, and all the wraiths around screamed, and then disappeared in an instant.

Song Minhuan held the halberd with his fingertips, the icy frost overflowed, and the scepter of the god statue fell beside him. He walked through the white mist, and the light was gradually shrouded by the black mist.

When the scepter fell to the ground, the ground sank a little bit, and several cracks spread like spider webs. A strong wind blew up in the air, and the gloomy wind blew on the person's face, causing pain.

Where Song Minhuan passed by, the black mist dissipated one after another. He cut off a hand of the black idol with his halberd, and before the other party could react, he stabbed the halberd straight into the opponent's forehead.

However, before the halberd could touch it, the scepter suddenly came towards him, and the black god stared at him coldly.

With a "bang", endless coercion erupted, and Song Minhuan's whole body was thrown out. His chest was shaking, and he felt pain in his veins. He knelt on the ground with one knee, and a black shadow fell in front of him.

The opponent crushed him to death, as if crushing an ant.

It was still not the first time for Song Minhuan to fight a god statue, so he knew what would happen if he couldn't escape, but at this moment, he didn't move at the same place.

At this time, the halberd gathered frost, and the frost covered the halberd, emitting a icy cold air, and endless coercion rushed out from the halberd like waves.

At the moment when the scepter fell, the halberd in his hand blocked the scepter with a "bang--", black mist and white light were intertwined, and the world seemed to vibrate.

Tiny cracks spread out from the scepter, and Song Minhuan's veins all over his body were throbbing with pain, the veins on his wrists stood out, and the long hair on his sideburns fluttered behind him.

Small wounds gradually appeared on his wrists, and the tendons on his face seemed to be shattered. In front of him with the black god statue, his figure looked extremely small.

The pattern on the halberd seemed to be soaked in blood, as if flowing through a pool of blood, the spiritual power burst out suddenly, swallowing the black mist little by little, the scepter gradually shattered and turned into nothingness in the air, and the black god statue also Then a little bit of annihilation under the blade of the halberd.

The overbearing face dissipated in front of him, leaving only a few remaining ashes in the midair.Song Minhuan hadn't let go of his halberd yet, and he was still holding his breath, when he heard a slight movement in the air.

With a bang, the black idols gathered in the air again, and the endless black mantras flickered in mid-air. They flickered and gathered together again. He was born in front of him, the scepter in his hand was still there, and he was still staring down at him.

"You can't kill me, as long as there is a little bit left... I will be resurrected."

Song Minhuan was knocked down to the ground by the coercion. His whole body was shaking, and there was pain in his back. He still held the halberd in his hand.

The black statue of the holy king stood in front of him, looking down at him, as if there were only the two of them left in the world, with a cold voice, a little pity, and a little pity, stating the facts.

"Even if you kill me... I will come back. As long as there are evil thoughts in the world, I will always exist."

Black incantations emerged from the scepter, densely packed black incantations climbed onto Song Minhuan's halberd, and they climbed up to his body along the halberd.

The mantras carry the most yin and evil breath, they can swallow up all spiritual power, good thoughts, and hope, and people can only feel the boundless darkness.

"You must be very familiar with this spell, how does it feel to be bit by bit by it now?"

The black mantra climbed up Song Minhuan's whole body, he felt dense pain from his veins, his eyes, ears, nose, mouth, and skin were like a raging fire, as if the fire of karma was consuming him inch by inch. People devoured.

Veins protruded from his wrists, and he was lying on the ground at this moment, with evil curses crawling all over his body.He seemed to be one of the evil beings separated from Shengjun, and he was struggling in pain at this time. Such pain, like a long needle piercing into his veins inch by inch, made him almost move on the spot no.

Ju Yue looked at the young man trying to struggle like this, his downcast eyes were icy cold, his expression seemed to remember many years ago, he said: "You human race, like you... It's not that I haven't seen you Yes. Back then, I helped them, saved them from disasters and diseases, and repaired a place of shelter for them. They thanked me at first, but after a long time...but they still don’t change their bad roots.”

"Evil is evil, no matter how you change it, it will always be evil."

"What you experienced in the phantom array... I have experienced it. Jiang Yi was saved by me. I found out that he was from the Shuiqi tribe and rescued him from a group of soldiers. After that, he fell in love with me. I didn't agree, so he slandered me everywhere, making me almost die at the hands of the Dream Erosion Clan."

Ju Yue mentioned the events of the past again, and it was already very plain, "I saved Ye Lian's life on the battlefield, he was grateful to me, and followed me all the time. But after he learned that I was from the Rulong clan... he locked me up, Taking my blood every day, trying to save his wife, and then finding out he couldn't, he wanted to kill me."

"I escaped from Yelian, and then I went to Dicheng, where I met a young man with an evil curse. I obeyed the wishes of the people and solved the evil curse on the young man. The boy's companion died. He was bewitched to kill me so that he could save his companion...so he put poison in the peace talisman he gave me."

"These... are just the tip of the iceberg of what I have experienced," the tyrant looked down at the young man in pain, and said softly, "I have been betrayed countless times, because of them, my eyes were blinded, my ears were killed by the Dream Erosion Clan, Cut off, my tongue was tortured to be unable to speak, my nose and skin were stripped raw, if it wasn’t for the power of my blood... I would have died countless times.”

"The pain they have experienced... has never been a ten-thousandth of what I have suffered. My pain comes from them, but I still want to shelter them."

"Sheltering them has never done me any good. They will only cause me pain and make my people suffer. Because they are weak... God has never treated them badly, and they are God's true darlings."

The bloodline ability given to them made them suffer endless pain.He didn't want to see the people suffer, and he didn't want to watch them give everything for the human race. He wanted revenge and let the people know what the human race was like... So he handed over his own people to the human race.

As expected, he never saw his own people again.Even the healing bloodline known as the "immortal body" did not allow his people to survive from the hands of the human race.

Ju Yue looked at the young man tortured by the evil curse on the ground, his eyes were indifferent, "You human race... don't deserve to be sheltered at all. You are the ones who should really disappear from the world."

"This evil curse is only one-ten-thousandth of the pain I experienced on my body. If you can't bear it, how can you kill me?"

Song Minhuan remained silent all this time, holding the halberd, his fingertips trembling slightly.After hearing what he said, he slowly stood up from the ground.

Before that, he had fought for five days and five nights, and it didn't make any sense to say that.

Burning pain came from the tendons, every inch of the sea of ​​consciousness and internal organs was painless, the curly blade rolled in his soft internal organs, poking his tendons and sea of ​​consciousness, he stood up, his eyes lighted One is clear.

Quiet in the white mist, Song Minhuan's voice was a little calm, although the evil curse was tormenting him, it was not as good as the days and nights he spent with bone erosion nails injected into his sea of ​​consciousness.

Black mantras covered his whole body, but his eyes were clear, and the halberd exuded a frost-like clear spiritual power.

"You have only seen the evil side, you have never seen the good side, and you have never seen the people who cherish you."

"Do you still remember Jun Yunjin? That young man was rescued by you 3000 years ago. He was eroded by wind and sand for thousands of years on the battlefield. Because a ray of obsession refused to dissipate for a long time, because you are the god who saved the world, so he 3000 Years later... followed you and entered the fairy gate."

"If you don't remember Jun Yunjin, then you should know Xu Wanqin. Why do you think Xu Wanqin followed you? He abandoned his righteous way, his senior brothers, and his sect, and followed you into the ghost city with treachery, even if Countless fairy gates are against you, but he still chooses to stand on your side."

"You have saved his life, he is grateful for you and cherishes you, so even though his dream has always been to enter the immortal sect as the right way, he still chooses to give up the right way and follow you without hesitation."

Song Minhuan had seen Xu Wanqin's painting album, Ruoshuizong more than ten years ago, he was stupid and never gave up, he finally joined the Four Great Immortal Gates, chased the fairy fate with difficulty and entered the Elder's Gate, but because of this person... in the end Still gave up.

At that time Xu Wanqin said to him "I want to have brothers like him and Zhuang Li", and then he understood.

Song Minhuan calmly stared at the Holy Monarch in front of him, "You don't know how difficult it is to stick to your obsessions alone, and you don't even know...abandoning everything you want to get with all your efforts...such a need What a determination to put in."

"As for your people, they teach you to be good, but if you don't do good, will they abandon you? No one has ever forced you to do that. It is you who bound yourself in prejudice and darkness. Come out. Maybe your clansmen...disappeared because of you."

"Their existence is superfluous to you, and you resent them, so... there is no need for them to exist."

There were waves in the eyes of the overlord, and the cries of countless resentful spirits were heard in his ears. Among them, he seemed to have heard the teachings of his clansmen before him.

The expression in his eyes was restrained, watching the evil curse wrapped around the young man in front of him gradually fade away, only then did he reveal some surprises.

"Evil curses do torture people... But you may not know it. In order to defeat you, I suffer from bone erosion nails day and night. The pain of bone erosion nails is far better than evil curses."

The sky and the earth fell into silence, endless white light came out from the halberd in Song Minhuan's hand, the black evil spell dissipated on him, and a familiar spiritual power emerged from his forehead.

Song Minhuan felt the familiar spiritual power, and the gentle spiritual power infiltrated into his sea of ​​consciousness and veins. He was a little stunned for a moment, and then quickly realized that his heart was very peaceful at this moment.

The whiteness slowly dissipated, and countless white lights scattered out. The long halberds were like the light of dawn, gathering with a force of destruction, and the patterns of the sword and crown above were blood-stained, and the sky was filled with frost at this moment.

"Arrogance, goodbye."

This was the first time Song Minhuan called the other party's real name, and he was still standing there, as if he had appeared in front of the other party at the beginning.

The long halberd is like an Optimus Prime, the blade of the halberd is as cold as frost and snow, and with a "bang", it pierces through the heart of the god statue, and endless spiritual power bursts out. open.

His eyes were filled with disbelief. With a little unwillingness and surprise, his cold eyes fell on the young man in the distance. At this time, countless voices rang in his ears.

"From now on, we will do our best to be righteous and do our best. Our family should do our best to guard our country and rivers, and we will not hesitate to shed blood."

"Heaven sent a great mission to Ru Taki... Ru Taki is the head of the descendants of the gods, a model, a new style, and the light of the righteous way."

"Ru Long was born in the belief of the human race, even if the human race betrays me in the future... I should treat the human race as before."

"My adoptive father is kind to me, and I will always respect my adoptive father...Fortunately, I will not disgrace my life, and I will not hesitate to die."

There was silence in the white light, and the air seemed to have stopped at this moment. Arrogant wanted to speak, but he couldn't speak at this time, watching his figure dissipate helplessly.

The countless voices in his ears dissipated, and countless memory fragments flashed across his mind, like a revolving lantern, recording his 3000 years of hard life.

He slowly closed his eyes.

He will be back again.

……

The black god statue disappeared in front of him with a "bang", and the surrounding white light did not disperse.Song Minhuan stood there for a while. In the silent environment, the breeze blew, the black mist dispersed inch by inch, and the sky gradually brightened.

At this moment, there was pain in his tendons, and he couldn't hold back any more. With a "poof", he spat out a big mouthful of blood.

Song Minhuan barely stabilized his figure, his clothes were stained with blood, such pain... He must have passed out from the pain at first, but now he is used to it.

He thought to himself mockingly, slowed down for a while, and walked towards the end of the day.

The scenes in the phantom formation emerged on both sides. He saw Changle, Gongzilan, and Fengyuan in the phantom formation. Everything that happened 3000 years ago was here.

Here, he also met Shen Yingxue.

Changle was born to be the God of War and the descendants of the gods. They also bear the curse, which will bring war and disaster to the human race.

They were born with blood.

Because of the curse, the descendants of the gods fell one by one, and they gradually disappeared from the world.

Only Changle is still there.

In order to end the war in the world, Changle sealed the evil spirits, he entered the ghost world, calmed down the ghost world and became the ghost king of the Ten Temples, so that the evil spirits could no longer enter the human world.

Afterwards, the human race entered the prosperous age, and they no longer needed gods. For them, gods would only bring war and misfortune.

Changle is no longer needed by people.

So Changle slayed himself on Lutai Mountain.His body turns into the vegetation on Lutai Mountain, the snow that never melts on it in winter, and a mountain and river to protect the world.

3000 years later, a red lotus blossomed on the sunny spring snow of Lutai Mountain, which is the remaining goodwill of Changle in the world.

That red lotus is Shen Yingxue.