Immortals come on the moon

Hearing the phrase "dead person", Song Minhuan's footsteps paused slightly, he guessed that it was the original owner, so what does "evil and evil" mean?

He was still thinking about who made the sound.The voice in his ears dissipated, and he was suddenly pushed by an invisible force from the air, and he fell into the depths of the spring.

"Master——" Song Minhuan let go of his hand, the force was too great, he felt exhausted just enduring the pain of the spring water, and he didn't have the rest of his mind to contend with the invisible force.

So the whole person fell in, and the body didn't hurt anymore.I don't know if it's his illusion, but the spring water seems to have become milder.

All the white bones underneath moved, their eyes glowed brightly, and the thin white bone fingers grabbed his ankle, pulling him towards the bottom of the spring.

Song Minhuan stretched out his hand, wanting to touch the corner of Shen Yingxue's clothes, he watched helplessly as Shen Yingxue led the other "he", walking farther and farther, he only touched a corner of Shen Yingxue's clothes.

The silver spring water sparkled, and the light was slightly dazzling. Song Minhuan found that it was not difficult to breathe in the spring water.Those white bones didn't seem to mean to hurt him, they just ignored his resistance and took him to the bottom of the spring.

The black boots stepped on the ground at the bottom of the spring, and above it was the sky with silvery light. This feeling was very strange. On Song Minhuan's wrist, there was a red silk thread, which looked like red tassel oil.

A white bone wrapped around him with red tassel oil, pulling him forward.Song Minhuan tried to chop off with the sword, but not only did not cut off the red tassel oil, the stone seemed to be very interested in this place, and broke away from his hand, and turned left and right after the bone, quite curious.

"Stone? Do you know this place?"

Song Minhuan observed the surroundings. There were bones piled up here and there. He didn't know how many people had died here. There was a deep red gilt substance on the ground. He guessed that it should be red tassel oil.

The stone ignored him, floated into the air and felt something, and flew away with a "swoosh".

Song Minhuan: "..."

He reckoned that Shen Yingxue would be able to notice his disappearance in a while, and if something happened during this period of time, how would he escape.Well now, the stone left him and went away, and without the sword, he just lay there and died.

Thinking like this, Bai Gu led him to the end of the spring, not far from him was a heavy ancient bronze door.

There are bronze statues cast on both sides, all of which are son Lan with six arms holding a long halberd.There are flame marks on Gong Zilan's forehead, and the tail of the snake is dragging on the ground. The sky-breaking halberd makes people feel the endless pressure.Carved on the bronze door are some ancient pictures of Wu Zhu, with Gong Zilan on it, and red blood stripes, which looks like red tassel oil.

In front of Gongzi Lan, there were several clansmen with red blood stripes on their bodies.A few strokes portrayed their pious facial features vividly. They knelt on the ground and held their hands together, as if receiving a blessing from the gods.

In front of the bronze gate, there is another bone, which is slightly different from the one seen on the side of the road before.Bone was dressed in the costume of a foreign woman. She folded her hands and knelt in front of the bronze door. Even though she couldn't see the expression from her empty facial features, she could still feel the awe of the gods.

The stone was standing in front of the woman's bones at this time, and it stood in mid-air. For some reason, he could feel that the stone's mood was a little worse than usual.

Song Minhuan didn't know what was behind this door. Someone led him here to tell him something?

He stood where he was, and was about to call Shishi back, when suddenly, the bones in front of him moved.

The surrounding ground was shaking, and the piled bones collided and shattered together. The surging pressure at the bottom of the spring surged to the surroundings, and the mighty pressure made a heavy buzzing sound.

The aerosol above fell down, and Bai Gu seemed to have noticed something, and slowly raised his head.

At this moment, Song Minhuan felt a very strong force rushing towards him, as if he was slapped back by an invisible big hand.

In front of him was the receding bronze door, and the spring water surged beside him, and he seemed to be able to hear familiar voices calling him, one after another, with a little eagerness.

"Shan Shan—"

"Boom—" Spiritual consciousness flew out of the water, Song Minhuan suddenly opened his eyes, in front of him was Shen Yingxue's magnified face.

Shen Yingxue frowned, with a rare look of anxiety in her eyes, holding his wrist was painful, seeing him wake up, she was slightly relieved.

"Master?" Song Minhuan felt a buzzing pain in his head. He coughed twice. He always felt that he drank a lot of spring water from the Nightmare Spring. His body seemed to have been soaked in cold water for a long time, and now he felt chills. There is also some pain in it.

"I just..." Song Minhuan recalled that he just heard someone talking in his ear, and then he was pushed to the bottom of the lake, where he saw the bronze gate, Gongzi Lan, and...

Someone whispered something in his ear before... What?He can't remember at all.

Song Min's heart awed, he realized that his memory was fading rapidly, and subconsciously grasped Shen Yingxue's lapel, "Master, there is something at the bottom of the spring, I just went to the bottom of the spring, there is... There is still a door for the woman's bones."

As for what kind of door it is, what pattern is on the door, and the thick and simple warning message of "the soul is pure and pure, the body is evil and evil", like his memory at the bottom of the spring, they all dissipated in the depths of his memory. place.

"I got it, Shanshan, don't worry," Shen Yingxue held his hand, gentle spiritual power soaked his body, and he felt less uncomfortable.

Shen Yingxue: "You fainted just now, your mind and soul disappeared, leaving only a body following me... I didn't notice it immediately just now."

The mind and soul are scattered, that is the fate of people who cannot be reincarnated after death.

Song Minhuan's hand was held by Shen Yingxue, and Shen Yingxue's fingertips were cold. When he looked into Shen Yingxue's eyes, he saw a thick dark color, and a bit of bone-chilling coldness.

Although Shen Yingxue didn't show it, Song Minhuan felt it, and Shen Yingxue was angry.

Still very angry.

"Master, don't worry, I'm fine now," Song Minhuan clumsily comforted the man, "Maybe this Shou Lingquan wanted to provide us with clues, and had no choice but to lure my spirit over there."

His fingertips were slightly hurt from being held by Shen Yingxue, and he moved lightly. Shen Yingxue noticed it, let go a little, and said calmly: "Do you still have other discomforts on your body?"

They are still in the Nightmare Spring. This spring imprisons people, and they can only walk there on foot.In fact, he was still in pain, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a corner of the talisman sticking out of Shen Yingxue's lapel. He felt that he could still bear it, so he shook his head, "No problem."

"No problem?" Shen Yingxue's voice was very soft, she watched him calmly, and slightly opened his sleeve with her fingertips holding his wrist, only to see that there was a wound like a burn on it, but it was braving the cold gas.

Song Minhuan: "..."

He withdrew his wrist and wanted to break free, but Shen Yingxue held him and refused to let go.

"This injury should be healed, and it doesn't hurt very much." Song Minhuan said so awkwardly, the breath around Shen Yingxue turned cold, and he shut up.

Shen Yingxue didn't accuse him of lying, but directly picked him up from the Nightmare Spring, and his figure disappeared in the Nightmare Spring.

In the past, the Nightmare Spring could only flow over, and it was optional to go back.Not only the Yinmare Spring, but most of the formations are like this, it is difficult to enter, but easy to exit.

Song Minhuan didn't dare to say anything, his body was dripping wet, and he wrapped his arms around Shen Yingxue's neck.Shen Yingxue's face lost its usual gentleness, it looked cold, her expression was indifferent, and her movements of hugging him were too gentle.

Are they going to pass?Or did Shen Yingxue have another way?

With such doubts in Song Minhuan's heart, she didn't want Shen Yingxue to put on a cold face.He reached out and touched Shen Yingxue's eyebrows, his fingertips were gentle, after such a touch, Shen Yingxue looked down at him.

The corners of his lips were tensed, so he withdrew his hand again, and stayed quietly in Shen Yingxue's arms without speaking.

When they got to the ground, Shen Yingxue put him down, as if worried, she put a barrier around him, and said to him: "Wait for me here for a while."

Another spiritual force flew into his body, and the pain on his body disappeared. He nodded and stayed where he was obediently.

He originally thought that Shen Yingxue had a better way to cross the Nightmare Spring, and then... he saw Shen Yingxue summoning the Yunshan Sword.

Shen Yingxue stood by the spring with no expression on her face, her black lotus-patterned robe fluttered, and the mighty coercion leaked out, and the Yinmare Spring in front of her suddenly shook violently.

The Yunshan Sword was awe-inspiring and cold, gathering countless sword intents, Shen Yingxue's eyes were filled with disdain, the long sword pierced through the bottom of the spring, the silver spring water split to both sides, countless graves stood everywhere, and the surroundings became quiet.

The silver spring water gradually returned to its normal color, as if the flowers were withering, the water level gradually became flat, and then the spring water disappeared, revealing the ground at the bottom of the spring.

Shen Yingxue directly destroyed the Nightmare Spring.

The Yunshan sword returned to Shen Yingxue's hands, and Shen Yingxue put away the sword. I don't know if it was an illusion, but the creatures and spiritual power around here became much quieter, as if she was afraid of offending this person.

Song Minhuan: "..."

He did not expect that Shen Yingxue would use such a simple and rude method. Although there were more or less reasons for him, he directly destroyed the Nightmare Spring. If he remembered correctly, this Nightmare Spring was the fountain of spirit guard.

Will there be any trouble for the Chiyue tribe to find Shen Yingxue?But do you really dare to find it?

This is also the first time for Song Minhuan to see Shen Yingxue's other side. She lost her usual gentleness and handled her in a domineering and cold way.

He didn't feel disgusted in his heart, on the contrary, he found it very interesting.

The stone moved on one side, as if it was a little angry, the red curly moiré appeared on it, and the tip of the sword pointed in Shen Yingxue's direction.

Shen Yingxue glanced lightly at the stones on the ground, and that glance showed no emotion.

The stone turned back into a dusty long sword with a "swoosh", and became honest in an instant.

"Master, this spring is destroyed, will you be okay?"

Shen Yingxue untied the enchantment around him, "It attacked you first, and we were planning to jump over it. Since it wants us to go down and take a look, then let's go down and take a look."

The price is that the Nightmare Spring is gone.

Of course, the spring water itself can be kept or not. He treats each other with courtesy, but the other party almost takes the boy's life, which is naturally unforgivable.

He didn't tell the boy next to him about this.

Song Minhuan didn't know if Shen Yingxue was still angry, he followed behind Shen Yingxue, whether intentionally or not, Shen Yingxue slowed down and kept the closest distance to him.

"Master, wait for me," Song Minhuan took the initiative to go over and hold Shen Yingxue.

The man's hands were slender, and the palms were a little wider than his. There were thick calluses on them from years of sword practice, and after he touched his fingertips, which were originally warm, they clasped his fingertips tightly.