My magic weapons are all rule-based

In an inconspicuous corner of the cinema, two ordinary-looking men also stared at the screen with high spirits.

But they were not as excited as the others.

The people who came were Xia Wufeng and Chen Xiang, who were in disguise.

Xia Wufeng snorted lightly: "Hehe, it seems that the cultivation world in ancient times only has Zixiao Sword Sect. The cultivation world is hanging by a thread, and only his family is busy, right? Without him, others can't survive?"

Chen Xiang smiled bitterly: "This is indeed just a story... It seems that there is no truth in it. I don't think the monster is real."

"Humph, I finally understand it. Not only do they want to earn spirit stones, but they also want to elevate themselves. This is really a surprising method..."

"You two stop talking, and watch quietly, okay? You two will understand it too much."

Before Xia Wufeng finished speaking, a low curse came from behind.

Chen Xiang and the others looked back together and saw that it was just a foundation-building cultivator who was staring at them with wide eyes.

"What are you two looking at? If you don't agree, go out and fight!"

The two turned around, suppressed their unhappiness with dark faces and continued to watch the show.

The plot continued to develop. Han Qiumu retracted his angry eyes and turned his attention back to the light screen.

Countless big scenes appeared, the demon's life was revealed, and the teleportation formation was arranged to lure out the evil demons from outside the domain. The ancestor dragged his sick body and self-detonated to prevent the formation from starting!

The evil demons made a comeback and finally successfully triggered the formation.

The picture was pulled away to the distant view, and a huge black hole with a bloody edge appeared in the sky.

Countless creatures poured out of the black hole...

The male protagonist has gone through hardships and has become the pillar of the sect with his awakened mentality, but he is still a step away from breaking through to the highest realm.

At this moment, he is leading the disciples in the sect to join forces to resist the demons and rush to the demon tide!

This battle was dark and bloody, and the monsters that appeared were all strange-looking, ferocious and unrecognizable.

The disciples of Zixiao Sword Sect won many battles under the background music of high momentum.

The chests of the audience were heaving, and they were all boiling. A fighting spirit began to surge in the theater.

Han Qiumu widened his eyes and leaned forward.

But the situation took a turn for the worse soon...

In a low music, the devil raised his hand and used a magic light killing cannon.

The fierce laser rushed over, and just when the hero was about to die, the heroine teleported to block the fatal blow.

The surrounding disciples were surrounded and killed by a large number of monsters, and there were constant casualties. The dead disciples were instantly refined into corpse puppets and joined the villain camp.

The music disappeared, and the characters in the picture began to slow down.

Many audiences' hearts were clenched, and they looked at the light curtain with a nervous face.

Han Qiumu felt suffocated...

The situation was obviously very good, why was it suppressed like this, is it going to lose?

The hero was holding the corpse of the heroine in a bloody rain, and the villain announced his victory in the sky...

The remaining dozens of Zixiao Sword Sect disciples finally ran out of strength.

In order to prevent being refined into corpse puppets and helping the tyrants to do evil.

Surrounded by a demonic tide, the disciples set up a protective sword formation, sat in the formation, and burned with fire on their bodies. They all had firm faces and chanted.

"Burn my body, the blazing holy fire, what joy is there in life? What pain is there in death? To do good and eliminate evil, only light can do it. Joy, sorrow, and sadness, all return to dust. Pity me, the world, there are so many worries! Pity me, the world, there are so many worries!"

This slogan was repeated over and over again.

The audience in the theater already had tears in their eyes, and a great sense of admiration rose in their hearts.

This is a cultivator! This is the spirit that a cultivator should have!

Unknowingly, Han Qiumu was already crying like rain, wishing he could rush in and kill the demons himself.

Chen Xiang and Xia Wufeng, who had been dismissive at first, also looked much more solemn.

Although it was a story... it was well-written.

The behavior of the disciples of Zixiao Sword Sect was really moving.

Cultivators are inherently emotional and have been suppressed for a long time. As the plot deepened, this strong emotion finally broke through the shackles and began to burst out.

Some excited audience members stood up and shouted, but fortunately they were quickly suppressed.

Just as the crowd was excited, slogans began to amplify in the ears of the male protagonist, and all kinds of beautiful memories flashed through his mind.

The Heart-Slaying Sword that fell into the blood puddle began to tremble and emit a sword sound.

Finally, the Heart-Slaying Sword flew towards the male protagonist, and the male protagonist grasped the hilt of the sword and howled to the sky!

A ray of white light bloomed from his forehead!

Only one step away from reaching the highest realm, breaking through at this moment!

The sound of war drums started, and a burst of ghosts and wolves howled in the theater at the same time, cheering for the male protagonist.

The male protagonist took up the sword, thousands of troops retreated, demons bowed, sword light filled the light curtain, and the suppressed demon could not move.

Just when he was about to win, the change reappeared, the demon waved his hand, summoned the stitched Godzilla, rode Godzilla and went forward to fight with the protagonist again.

The two fought and retreated, and actually killed directly into the black hole where demons continued to emerge.

After more than ten minutes of fighting, with the audience cheering one wave after another, the male protagonist finally fought desperately and killed the demon under the sword.

In the dark and deep space, demons surrounded him, and the protagonist was dying, but he showed a contemptuous smile.

He raised his hand to refine the Xunxiantai, put all his knowledge and the Luxin Sword into the Xunxiantai, pushed it out of the black hole with a palm, and fell into the world of cultivation, and finally exploded to kill the demons again...

The picture returned to darkness, and it was back to the main hall of Zixiao Sword Sect when it was lit again.

With tears streaming down his face, Sun Yuanzheng slowly bowed several times while holding three incense sticks, and inserted the incense into the incense burner.

Then he waved his sleeves and walked out of the hall.

The magnificent music sounded, and the picture slowly zoomed out. Thousands of Zixiao Sword Sect disciples gathered in the square outside the hall, a scene of prosperity.

The whole play is over...

The audience was in a daze, and they had not yet gotten out of their emotions.

Xia Wufeng leaned back in his chair, let out a long breath, and his expression was a little lost.

Chen Xiang licked his lips and sighed: "Good, really good. I didn't expect a story to be so well arranged. I'm afraid that Zixiao Sword Sect will become famous this time."

Xia Wufeng's mouth twitched slightly: "I really didn't expect that such a thing could be made... Although there are many loopholes in the battle, it can be said to be exciting. The spirit of the cultivator is fully displayed. Go get two more tickets tomorrow."

"Uh, do you want to watch it again?"

"You don't want to watch it?"

"Watch..."

The theater began to disperse, and the audience had inexplicable expressions on their faces.

No one paid attention to the ancient catastrophe anymore, but they were all reminiscing about the plot of the movie.

Han Qiumu seemed a little disappointed.

When he went out, it was completely dark outside.

The sky was full of stars, and Han Qiumu looked up to the sky and breathed a sigh of relief.

His mind was more open than ever before. In just one hour, it was as if he had seen someone else's life.

With ups and downs, his spirit seemed to be baptized.

Originally, the protagonist was depressed when he saw the disciples of Zixiao Sword Sect die one after another, but later he suddenly became clear when he saw the prosperity of Zixiao Sword Sect.

Zixiao Sword Sect, what kind of sect is that?

I must go there to visit it in person when I have time...

I will watch it again tomorrow!

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