Immortals come on the moon

"Xiao Zhuang is different from others."

Song Minhuan didn't mean that at first, but when he said it, it seemed that he acquiesced to Shen Yingxue's statement.

"What's the difference?" Shen Yingxue asked, her tone was different from usual.

"His physique is different, he is prone to encounter troubles, and the path of cultivating immortality is more difficult than that of ordinary disciples," Song Minhuan explained, "I am afraid that something will happen to him in the city."

Shen Yingxue: "You said Meng Qi before, aren't you the same as Meng Qi now?"

Hearing what he said, Song Minhuan was a little stunned, as if it was true.He frowned and thought for a while, then said in a muffled voice: "What Master said makes sense, and I can't protect him all the time."

But he didn't look at Zhuang Li and didn't feel at ease, it was a bit contradictory.

Shen Yingxue said calmly: "You complete your task first, and then take care of him. His strength is not inferior to yours, so you don't need to worry about it."

"I see," Song Minhuan said, "Thank you, Master, for reminding me."

"The two of us will act separately," Xu Wanqin didn't know whether it was intentional or not, and said to him just after he had finished talking with Shen Yingxue, "I'll see you outside the gate of the city lord's mansion at this time tomorrow."

"You go to check the location of the blood feast, and I'll check if the news Xie Chong said is true."

After Xu Wanqin finished speaking, his figure disappeared in place, and only him and Shen Yingxue, who was hiding his figure, were left in the alley.

"He knows I'm here," Shen Yingxue chuckled, "It seems that his strength is higher than I thought."

Song Minhuan also felt it. He didn't understand Xu Wanqin, so he didn't comment too much.

The white light in his palm changed, and the team ranking was updated again, and now he and Xu Wanqin were number one, and Meng Qi's team was number two.

Going back along the original road, Song Minhuan encountered a few more evil spirits on the road. What Xu Wanqin said was right, as long as they pretended to be ordinary monks, many evil spirits would come to their door and want to attack them.

This is the loophole in the rules of the Conferred God Order. I don't know how to judge the good and evil of Xie Chong, but Xie Chong took the initiative to attack them, and they killed Xie Chong out of self-protection, then the killed Xie Chong would also be counted in the points.

Song Minhuan didn't know that Xu Wanqin was acting separately from him as his sister Congzhong, but he was more comfortable alone. He remembered the location posted on the notice and planned to go to the underground trading market mentioned above.

"Master, why can you understand ghost text?" He wandered back to the bulletin board, and when Shen Yingxue patiently explained it to him, he asked casually.

Shen Yingxue froze for a moment when she heard the words, but no one had asked him this kind of question, most people thought that he would have a girlfriend. They thought that he should be so powerful, and they didn't know why he would.

"Decades ago, I tracked down an evil spirit to the ghost world, stayed in the ghost world for a while, and learned it at that time."

He didn't say that it took him less than ten days to learn these ghost words.

"What evil is it?"

Shen Yingxue: "It's an eighth-order horned beast that came out of the crack of the endless abyss. It was transformed from the resentment left behind on the Fuyang Mountain after the death of the ancient god Lu Shu. .”

The eighth-order horned beast is equivalent to the cultivation level of a mortal monk who is close to the stage of becoming a god. Song Minhuan can imagine what Shen Yingxue said was "not easy".

"Master is so powerful," Song Minhuan said, "At that time, Master's cultivation should not have reached the level it is today."

"Didn't it be very hard at that time? Master had to do a lot of things."

Shen Yingxue's heart moved slightly when she heard this, and she said, "Mmm", "At that time, I was not where I am now."

It would be great if he could get to know Shen Yingxue earlier, but it's not too late now.

Song Minhuan wanted to reach out to touch Shen Yingxue, but he stretched out his hand to touch it to the side. With such a touch, he really touched Shen Yingxue's fingertips.

He was a little surprised, there was a warm and cool touch from his fingertips, obviously he couldn't see Shen Yingxue, but he could feel Shen Yingxue's gaze was on him.

The two of them were so close, Song Minhuan withdrew his hand, feeling a little uncomfortable, "I will stay by Master's side in the future."

"Not only me, but also Xiaozhuang. In the future, Master can leave us to do things."

Shen Yingxue's eyes fell on the young man's reddish face, and she smiled softly, "You stick to your junior brother every day, and I didn't see you coming to see the master every day."

"Master often disappears, and I have no way to contact Master before," Song Minhuan asked, "Since Master said so, does it mean that I can often disturb Master in the future?"

He liked being alone with Shen Yingxue very much, if Shen Yingxue really agreed, then he would be able to visit Shen Yingxue often in the future.

"Well, you can come here often."

"Okay." Song Minhuan responded, and silently wrote it down in his heart.

The underground trading market above was in the center of the underground Chongguang City, and he spent two talismans to exchange a map with the kid on the side of the road.The map is very rough, a crooked circle, his location is marked in the lower right corner, and a red dot in the middle marks the location of the dark workshop.

Song Minhuan was holding the map, and he took two steps, the black dot on the lower right corner moved a little closer to the red dot on the map.

He walked along the direction of the map for a while, with many ghosts coming and going on both sides, and finally stopped in front of a nine-story square pavilion.

The name of the nine-storey Fang Pavilion is "Dark Pavilion". Two maids are guarding the door. They look thin like paper dolls, with two lumps of blush on their faces and six eyes densely gathered. Together, they turned towards Song Minhuan at the same time.

Song Minhuan met twelve eyes, and goosebumps instantly appeared on his back. His eyelids twitched, and he subconsciously avoided the eyes of the two of them.

"Young master, please."

Song Minhuan was led in by the maid, and the moment he stepped into the pavilion, he clearly felt that he had touched a barrier.After entering, there is a wide and long corridor in front of you, and all kinds of evil spirits are locked on both sides.

There were people coming and going around, many monks wearing masks, prices marked with ghostly scripts on the black cages, and all kinds of weird things in bottles and jars for sale.

There are also people who are empty and rush to sell Huai, just put a price on the ground, and they are selling news.

Song Minhuan spent a few talismans in exchange for two messages.

Three days later, the blood feast will be held in the city lord's mansion. Many powerful evil spirits will gather that day, and many of them are from the ghost world.

Those families in the ghost world were naturally not for the mere blood feast, they all received news from the Twelve Nights Gate, no matter it was true or not, they would come here.

From time to time, Song Minhuan could hear cheers coming from the depths of the Fangge, with bloodthirsty roars, and the minds of those who listened were buzzing. He gave another talisman to the faceless ghost who sold the news.

"The inside of Fangge is making sister Chujun

The Faceless Ghost took his talisman, "Recently, a group of human monks have been taken in, and the slaves are fighting to the death."

Human monk?Slave fight?

Song Minhuan guessed a little bit, he walked into the depths of the corridor, and pushed open the door engraved with the deep and hostile spirit of thousands of ghosts.

Fang entered, the deafening cheers pierced his eardrums, and what caught his eyes was a black crowd.On the top, the statue of a maid holding a qin is carved with the glaze left over from the sister's bed. The maid holds a lamp in the other hand, and the light inside illuminates the entire vermilion carving platform.

There were bloodstains on the stage, and there were two monks on it. Their Taoist robes were tattered, and the pattern of the sect could not be seen. There were many dark bloodstains on the clothes.

Iron chains were buckled on their ankles, their faces were covered with blood, and their swords were broken. Now they were fighting in the most primitive way on the stage.

Win to live, lose to die.

The fist wind is mixed with spiritual power, and when they collide with each other, the coercion is oozing out. The bone bell hanging on the Zhulan is shaken by the coercion fluctuation, and the crisp sound is drowned in the cheers.

"Kill him!! Slut! If you dare to lose, I will throw you into the she-wolf den."

"Let's place a bet!! I bet on Lord Charm King's slave will win."

"I heard that another slave came from one of the four major sects above. If Lord Meiwang's slave wants to win, I'm afraid it will not be so easy."

The table was some distance away from them, and the bottom was separated by a piece of lava. The heat rushed towards them, and from time to time, flames would explode into the air.Blood, violence, and gore all stimulate people's emotions, especially when one of the disciples above broke the neck of another disciple violently, many evil spirits even grabbed the "person" next to him and bit off the neck in excitement Start sucking blood.

Song Minhuan felt cold all over his body at that moment, and with that "click", the disciple whose neck had been twisted let out a weak groan, and he stretched out his pale fingers, as if he wanted to ask for help.

But the audience is full of distorted smiles and eyes full of malice and excitement looking at the prey, no one will pay attention to his life or death.

His eyes dimmed little by little, his eyes gradually faded to gray, and he fell back into a pool of blood.

Song Minhuan felt that these evil laughs were harsh every day. He watched another disciple on the stage slump to the ground in exhaustion, and someone next to him came up and pulled him down.

The iron chain jingled, and the disciple's expression was numb, and he was led to disappear behind the door.

He had no expression on his face, and the Xie Chong next to him was still asking for a new round of betting, so he reached out and grabbed the Xie Chong by the collar.

This is a squab ghost, it was not angry at all when it was caught, it smiled and said: "Young master, do you want to place a bet?"

"How can we take back those slaves on the stage?"

In such a place full of evil spirits, if he said that he wanted to save those disciples, he would be ridiculed and fooled as a fool.

"You want them? They all have owners, unless you challenge their owners... Whether they accept it or not is one thing, but I advise you not to die."

"Now that the blood feast is imminent, all the people who come here are from the ghost world. They are not easy to provoke. If you win, they will take away the slaves and you will be hated. Why bother to offend people for a few slaves."

The squid ghost's eyes were dark, and his beard flicked when he laughed, "If you're not afraid of offending them, and you're sure you can win, then go, we haven't had any fun here for a long time."

"The challenge platform is right in front of you. Did the man in the black robe see it just now? Go talk to him."

Song Minhuan could hear the sarcasm in the tone of the mouse ghost, but the other party did help him, so he thanked him.

"You want to save them?"

Shen Yingxue followed behind him all the time, and said to him: "If you act now, you will be targeted soon."

"I can't stay here for long, only fifteen days, it's really not good, I can crush the Fengshen decree in case of danger."

He didn't stay in Chongguang City underground all his life, so why should he be afraid of those clans in the ghost world?So what if you offend, the lives of those disciples are more important than others.

Song Minhuan asked: "Master thinks I shouldn't make a move?"

"You can do whatever you want," Shen Yingxue said with a smile, "I was thinking, if you are being targeted and I help you clean up the mess, will it be judged that you are cheating?"

The corners of Song Minhuan's lips twitched when he heard the words, "The two of us secretly, no one will find out."

A group of elders outside the teleportation mirror: "..."

Gu Wujiu asked a group of elders on one side, "Shen Yingxue went in to be kind to my sister Zheng Jun

"Xianjun said that something has to be investigated in the underground city of Chongguang. In order to prove that he will not help the apprentice cheat, he put a ban on himself."

The only person who dared to call Shen Yingxue by his name was Gu Wujiu, the leader of Haoyue Peak.

Back then when he entered Lutai Mountain and asked, three Tianzi entered under Jianzu's sect together, namely Shen Yingxue, Meng Yujin, and Gu Wujiu.Of these three people, one is the No.1 Immortal Sovereign in the Three Realms, one is the head of the number one sect in the world, and the other is the head of Haoyue Peak, one of the four sects.

Gu Wujiu had no expression on his face, "If he wants to help his apprentice, does he need spiritual power?"

Shen Yingxue herself is a living cheating weapon.

"Go and tell Lan Su that the boy's grades will be invalid after he comes out."

A group of elders: "..."

"You want to challenge the demon ghost?" the man in black robe asked again.

Song Minhuan: "If I win, give me his slave."

The man in black robe: "If you lose, will you be dealt with by the ghost?"

Song Minhuan responded, and the figure of the black-robed man disappeared in place, and he felt scrutinizing eyes falling on him.

After a while, the black-robed man came back, and a bead popped out of the black-robed man's hand and fell into his hand.

"The rule is that there is no rule. Until one side loses consciousness, it wins. The demon ghost is already waiting for you on the stage."

After the man in black robe finished speaking, the bead emitted a burst of white light, and Song Minhuan appeared on the stage.

There was a burst of cheers from the audience, and they seemed to have received a message from their sister at the same time, screaming at them on the stage, telling Xi Yaogui to kill him.

"Is this monk from the mortal world?"

"No, I sensed an evil spirit from him. I don't know where the little evil came from. I'm extremely overestimated."

"Master Yaoyao, kill him!! Drain his blood! Peel his skin!"

Song Minhuan crushed an evil talisman before taking the stage, his body was full of evil aura, of course he would not fight as a monk.

Xie Chong himself was hostile to the monks, and it was of no benefit to him to win the wrath of them who were likely to be angered as a monk.But winning with the identity of Xie Chong is different.

Song Minhuan was carrying his dusty sword, and opposite him stood a man in black clothes.The man had a pair of red eyes, and there was a hint of evil in his face. In his hand was a scimitar with black iron eighteen ghost patterns.

The blade is gloomy and icy evil, and the patterns of the eighteen ghosts on it are solemn. The moment the tip of the blade touches the ground, there is a "buzz", as if you can hear the murmurs of ten thousand ghosts.

There was a sound of the drum, and the drum surface hummed, and the whole vermilion carving platform shook accordingly.Song Minhuan only saw a black shadow in front of his eyes, the man's figure had disappeared in place, and a icy cold air spread from his back.

"Little ghost, you are the first one who dared to challenge me. For your bravery, tell me, how do you want to die?"

Song Minhuan turned sideways, raised his eyes slightly, his face was concentrated, and at the moment when the surrounding spiritual power fluctuated, he suddenly blocked the black knife behind him that was about to cut at the back of his neck with his sword.

The swords and swords collided together, and the pressure of spiritual energy erupted in an instant, black and white lights intertwined, and the bone bell on the edge of the vermilion fence shook wildly and violently, almost flying out due to the pressure.

Song Minhuan's sideburn hair was hanging behind him, he stepped back a few steps, pointed his long sword straight at the man's heart, and the two changed their figures so quickly that it was almost impossible to see clearly.

"This kid actually blocked Lord Yaoyao's black dimple knife? What is his origin? Is this little Xie Chong so powerful?"

"The news of the reappearance of the Gate of Twelve Nights has spread all over the world recently. There are evil spirits coming from all over the place. I don't know where he is."

"Looking at it this way, not only the ghost world, but also many powerful evil spirits from all over the world."

"If Mr. Yaoyao loses, then his position as city lord may be difficult to keep."

After all, even a little evil spirit can defeat him. In the ghost world, strength is the most important thing. The ghosts will not talk to you about affection. Once you question your strength, countless ghosts will come forward to challenge you.Killing the previous city lord will become the new city lord.

You are hurt?That is of course taking advantage of your illness to kill you.

Song Minhuan's usual speed is not so fast. After he realized the way of swordsman, his physical fitness has improved, and his desire to win is very strong now.

He must win, no matter what evil spirits are in his way, they will be cut with a sword.

The long sword brushed against Yaogui's neck, and he cut off a section of Yaogui's hair, which fell in the air and turned into black smoke, and he met the eyes of Yaogui opposite.

The surrounding Zhu Diaotai disappeared, and he was submerged in the darkness. The mist was looming, and in front of him was a huge statue of eighteen ghosts and gods.

They have red eyes and red hair, fierce faces with fangs, vajra mantras bound their wrists, and heavy chains bound their figures.Song Minhuan raised his head and looked straight. For a moment, he felt that he was just an ant. The breath of ghosts and gods was like a scorching heat wave that could overturn him, like countless scorching blades penetrated into his body, and the flames devoured him. Exhausted.

Song Minhuan knew that he was bewildered by the ghost, he quickly closed his eyes, stopped looking at the statues of eighteen ghosts and gods, and concentrated all his mind, pointing the direction of the sword point, the pressure was as cold as frost and snow, and the cold light appeared.

Spiritual consciousness peeped around, surrounded by endless darkness, and the spiritual power was calm and unwavering.He felt a strong sense of dizziness, the flames burned in his sea of ​​consciousness, and his eyes also hurt.

Song Minhuan clenched the long sword tightly, and suddenly, a slight change occurred in the spiritual power somewhere in the darkness.

It's now!

In an instant, countless spiritual lights emanated from the long sword in Song Minhuan's hand, and all the pressure was gathered on the blade.Countless clouds dissipated in front of him, and a huge wave formed by spiritual power smashed towards the demon ghost's position with mixed coercion.

With a sound of "Boom", the statue shattered in front of him, Yao Yaogui's black dimple knife barely blocked his sword, there seemed to be some surprise on his face, and then he quickly laughed.

"It's my miscalculation, the younger generation is terrible."

Yaogui was forced back a little by the sword energy, the illusion in front of him dissipated, and his figure also disappeared on the spot.

"Little devil, spare your life this time, the slave will give it to you."

He was the only one left on the stage, and Song Minhuan was struggling to stand at this moment, and his hand holding the sword almost lost its strength.

He had used all his spiritual power just now, but he had hurt the monster a little bit. The ghost didn't want to fight him because he didn't know his true strength, so he was a little afraid.

But he knew in his heart that if he continued to fight, he might not be able to defeat that monster.

The figure of a black-robed man appeared in front of him, and a slave was dragged in front of him. It was the disciple who had won the previous game.

The disciple had no expression on his face, his body was stained with blood, and the shackles on his wrists and ankles fell to the ground.His face was pale and bloodless, and he sat there quietly, changing masters didn't change anything for him.

Song Minhuan asked Heipao, "Are there still slaves today?"

The man in black robe: "There is one more, but his master is the servant, do you really want to challenge?"

Normally this black robe would not talk too much, but today it was rare for him to ask more.The servant is the most trusted person around the ghost king, and he is also the existence in the ghost world second only to the ghost king.

This little ghost was considered to be the enemy of the ghost, but it is not enough to look at in front of the servant.

Song Minhuan didn't know who the servant was, but he could hear what the black robe said. This servant must be stronger than Yaoyaogui, and he would not be an opponent.

This is the underground city of Chongguang, he has the Token of Conferred God in his hand, if he loses, he can crush the Token of Conferred God and take that disciple back.

Shen Yingxue asked: "Have you thought about it clearly? The servant has been famous in the ghost world in recent years, no one knows how deep he is, and his strength will definitely crush the demon ghost just now."

"Of course I figured it out. I may be eliminated, but that disciple may be saved."

He tried it, if he wins, he can save the disciple's life, but if he loses, he just lost a sword meeting.There are sword clubs every year, but that disciple has only one life.

The so-called "fly may shake the tree" lies in the courage to dare to shake it.If he was that disciple, he was trapped here, and he would also hope that someone could rescue him.

Shen Yingxue looked at the firm look on the boy's face, and her eyes softened, "In that case, let's do it."

When Song Minhuan heard Shen Yingxue's words, a warm current flowed through his heart, as if he had thousands of words to say to Shen Yingxue, but finally put them all in his heart.

I have been thanking Shen Yingxue all the time, but I just said that Youmei Congmang wants to thank me and I will show it with actions in the future.

He said to the man in black robe: "I want to challenge Shijun, if I win the slave will be mine, if I lose I will let him deal with it."

The black-robed man seemed to let out a very light laugh, and his figure disappeared in place. This time he went for a long time, and it took a long time before he came back.

A bead flew into his palm again, and Song Minhuan heard the words "the rules are still the same" from the man in black robe, and then he appeared on the vermilion carving platform again.

"That little evil spirit again? Who is he going to challenge?"

The moment the figure appeared on the stage, there was a moment of silence below.

"It's the Servant—"

"This kid is crazy...and Shijun actually took the fight?"

Opposite Song Minhuan, stood a man.The man was wearing a black hooded robe with a strange pattern on the cuffs, which looked like an eye.

Silver-white long hair hung down his shoulders, and he could only see a part of the man's jaw line, his lips were too light, and his temperament was restrained, as if the whole person was integrated with the darkness.

Song Minhuan's eyes fell on the silver-white hair, inexplicably recalling the man with the pattern of sun pattern eyes on his robe that he had seen before.

He has only seen one person with such silver hair so far.

"You want my slave?" Shi Jun opened his mouth, his voice seemed to come from a long distance, clear and calm, like the cold spring on Lutai Mountain.

Song Minhuan nodded slightly.

A sword appeared in Shijun's hand, his pale fingertips grasped the hilt, and a heavy mighty pressure instantly covered the entire dark pavilion.

The coercion was too domineering, Song Minhuan felt his entire chest shaking, and with his long sword propped on the ground, he almost couldn't hold back and knelt down.

The servant on the opposite side made a request flatly.

"If you win, the slave will be given to you, if you lose—"

"You will be my slave."

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