The Road to Rebirth of the Movie King

In the dream, Mo Qian went to his fairy house, leaning on the peach wood pile with luxuriant roots, staring at the ink seal in his hand all day in a daze, his spiritual consciousness spread all over the forbidden area, and the way of nature was frantically looking for the ink seal , the other party's distorted face, as if possessed by a demon, often appeared in front of his eyes, causing him to feel waves of pain or fear.

What will happen if the ink seal is handed over.

Then, if Mo Lan can be resurrected, Qin Se will not have to suffer such torture, the two ways of immortality and devil will maintain a proper balance, and he can concentrate on pursuing the Dao and pass on the Mo family.

But at the same time, the world will be rotated, time will go back and forth, and the fate of the creatures of the six realms and even every plant and tree will be reincarnated. At that time, the order of the world will be chaotic.

Mo Qian felt as if he had fallen into a maze. He was originally the guardian of the ink seal. How could he have such a thought? He shouldn't even have a hypothesis, but seeing the pain in the forbidden area, his face withered. Smell Yanran, recalling the past and present of Fenglai Island, he knew that he had to make a choice instead of just hiding.

Perhaps it was because God heard the mournful cry in his heart and felt pity for him, so Mo Hao came here and brought a few words of persuasion, which completely shattered what little expectation he had left.

The top of the fairy mountain in the dream is fixed at the most beautiful moment of Fenglai Island. The red corridor echoes the peach trees, flowers and grass bloom together, and the extremely rich colors extend to the overlapping clouds in the sky, spreading a magnificent glow on the snow-white clouds. , It can be said to be colorful.

In such a beautiful scene, the figure of the man in green shirt became more and more dusty, and even his voice seemed to be out of this world. He was emotionless, but it hit people's hearts directly.

"There is a mixture of things, born from heaven and earth, lonely and lonely, independent and unchanging, traveling around without perishing, ink imprinting on things, going against the way, should not exist in the world."

"You must understand that what we are guarding is not a divine weapon, but the cycle of heaven and earth, the way of nature, and the original heart of a person."

The man in the green shirt stood tall and straight among the flowers, his black pupils looked at a certain place in the clouds, as if he could see through the gorgeous color to see the endless void behind it, his expression was indifferent and indifferent, before opening his mouth His voice was as clear and cold as his expression, but the words he said made the man in white deafen his ears.

"If I were you, I would destroy the ink seal!"

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Leaning against the railing of the wooden house, Wen Yanran had already changed back into that fiery red dress, the scorching color set off his complexion even more haggard, and even his eyes as black as lakes were gone. Pale and colorless.

Inside the forbidden area, the flowers and leaves were withered, the cold wind was blowing, and the air was filled with a pungent smell of blood. He didn't know whether it was from those monsters or from himself. Looking at the desolate garden, he felt as if he had returned to Qingqiu Mountain for a moment. The dilapidated and desolate division.

He heard the sound of someone getting out of bed, but his body and mind were exhausted and numb, and he couldn't arouse the slightest interest.

The wooden door was opened, and the sound of light footsteps came from behind him. He closed his eyes, feeling that the light in front of him was obscured by the black shadow.

"What you want is in the depths of Nilin on the west side of the forbidden area."

The man in red moved his eyes, opened them suddenly, and stared at his face with complicated eyes. The other party's voice was clear and clear, but his tone was still cold, and he couldn't tell whether it was true or not.He didn't waste any more time, he stood up holding the door frame, stepped on the long sword in a nonchalant way and headed west.

Watching him leave crookedly from a distance, Mo Qian walked to the open space outside the wooden house, and with a thought, a pile of aura-filled jade appeared in his hand. Jade was placed at a specific position, and as he walked, lines of spiritual power connected with each other and floated into the air, emitting a mysterious and frightening light...

On the west side of the forbidden area, after breaking through the dense fog, the man in red arrived at the central area where Nilin's spiritual power is the deepest - on the platform surrounded by trees, a black square seal wrapped in colorless streamer floats in it, the color is psychedelic and attractive .

Without the slightest hesitation, he rushed to the front of the formation, the hope in front of him made Wen Yanran ignore other things at all, he stretched out his hand through the extremely hot streamer, grabbed the black square seal, and the flesh on his hand was instantly shattered. The burning melted away, he gritted his teeth unbearably, let out a roar from the bottom of his throat, and took out the ink seal with the last bit of beauty, and that hand had become a white bone wrapped in fuzzy flesh and blood, it was terrifying extreme.

He glanced at his injured hand and gritted his teeth in pain, but when he looked at the blood-soaked ink square mark, his eyes showed joy, and the corners of his mouth continued to extend outwards into a smile, but that smile was only It froze after less than a short time—the "artifact" in his hand could not feel a trace of regular fluctuations.

He lowered his eyes and stared at the square seal in his hand, in a daze, not knowing what to do. After a long time, he suddenly seemed to understand something. Suddenly, he was in a mess. He returned anxiously with his sword and headed for the wooden house, because his spiritual power was exhausted. , and even fell to the ground several times, and had to overdraw his blood to maintain his speed and rush to the center of the forbidden area.

Unfortunately, it's too late.

The situation in the world has changed, and from a distance, it can be seen that in the center of the originally empty forbidden area, a huge array full of destructive aura floats in the air, and a square seal that is exactly the same as the thing in his hand hangs on the highest point. Tens of thousands of spiritual power lines are bound, and there is a faint release of the power of daunting rules. That is the real artifact!

The patrolling disciples around Xiandao and the disciples of the Demon Palace noticed something. They looked in the direction of the forbidden area, but they couldn't see anything unusual. They all showed doubts and rushed to report to the elders of the sect.

In the center of the forbidden area, as the formation gradually formed, the temperature inside dropped sharply, the lake was filled with mist, and the water droplets from the treetops turned into ice. The powerful spiritual power swept around and locked the formation in the clouds, making it difficult to spy.

The bright red blood was dripped on the last spirit stone. Mo Qian raised her hand and flicked her sleeves, looking up at the black square seal that was gradually rising, with a hint of sadness in her eyes.

They, the Mo family, have inherited and guarded this artifact for tens of thousands of years. Who would have expected that it would eventually be destroyed in the hands of the Mo family.

The rays of light in the array became stronger and stronger, almost dazzling, Yin and Yang overlapped and changed constantly, presenting a state of desolation.

The man in white couldn't bear to close his eyes, his long and straight eyelashes cast a faint shadow on his eyes, his figure couldn't be seen clearly in the surrounding clouds and mist, it was as ethereal as a fairy, the cold wind blew his black hair and blew his face, his expression was indifferent There is a rare peace in this harsh scene.

Wen Yanran's mournful voice suddenly appeared in his mind—are you afraid of death?

Afraid.Naturally afraid.

But he had no choice.

With a sigh, the man in white raised his foot and stepped onto the formation, taking a shallow step like slow motion, the formation was finally completed, and in an instant, the whole world suddenly became silent...

The water no longer flows, the sound of the wind is still, and there seems to be only the sound of slow breathing and the beating of the heart in my ears...

"No--"

The sound of fury from a distance seemed to open the shackles of the formation. In an instant, the life energy of the island was emptied, the wind was strong, sand and stones filled the sky, the trees, flowers and plants withered and rotted at a speed visible to the naked eye. It collapsed into piles, and a strong red light burst into the sky from the center of the forbidden area. It was extremely dazzling and deafening, and the disciples of each sect could still feel the frightening coercion even thousands of meters away. The power is enough to frighten the hustle and bustle!

But after the storm passed, the souls were exhausted, leaving only a desolate desert...

At this point, the ink seal is destroyed, and there is no first fairy island in the world!

300 years later.

At sunset, the sky is clear and clear, burning with a few wisps of faint red.

The Qingqiu mountain peak was surrounded by light clouds and mist. Two disciples of the Yunlan Sect carried baskets on their backs and collected herbs in the medicine field on the top of the mountain.

One of the white-clothed disciples obviously couldn't bear his temper. Every time he dug up a plant, he had to straighten up and rest for a while, or pick flowers and catch insects, or enjoy the scenery, so that he often couldn't complete the task in a day.

This mountain is quite tall, and whenever it stands on the top of the mountain, surrounded by clouds, and has a panoramic view of everything, it is intoxicating.The disciple pushed aside the branches and red leaves, looked at the sea of ​​clouds in the east with a bright smile, his eyes showed yearning, and murmured: "Brother, when can I travel there..."

Another disciple raised his head and saw him looking east. After a moment of contemplation, he comforted him and said, "If you're lucky, after two years the cloud barrier around the Fenglai Secret Realm will be opened, and you and I will be able to experience it under the leadership of the master."

The white-clothed disciple's eyes lit up, and he turned his head and said excitedly: "The book says that the first fairy island is suspended in the sky thousands of feet high, the aura is extremely pure, the scenery is very charming, and there is little danger. It is made of earth treasures, if you can swim around, even if you don't get anything, you will have no regrets in this life!"

The blue-clothed disciple kept picking herbs, and upon hearing the words, he shook his head in an old-fashioned way: "Don't call it the first fairy island, I heard from the senior brother that the Fenglai secret realm is now a place where mountains and rivers have been flattened." On a deserted island where not a single blade of grass grows, even if there are treasures left, they are all buried under sand and rocks. Whether you can find the former owner's fairy residence depends on luck, and most of the treasures have long been captured by the power of the fairy and demon worlds. Duo, we ordinary disciples can't just pick up the leaks."

"That's a pity," the white-clothed disciple frowned, showing disappointment, "Is it because the divine weapon was destroyed back then? I really don't understand why that person would do that."

The blue-clothed disciple shrugged his shoulders: "Who knows, I read in the sect's classics that the island owner likes to associate with demons, and he doesn't want to hand over the artifact to the Xianmeng for safekeeping. Forced and forced, in desperation, they only sent people to garrison Fenglai Island to protect the artifact and prevent the demons from invading, but the island owner didn't know what to think, but set up a large formation to drain the life energy of the entire island and destroyed the ink seal of the artifact. It turned the legendary land of blessings that were pityed by the heavens into an extremely dry sand island."

The disciple in white wrinkled his whole face when he heard it, and his tone slowly filled with regret: "That island owner is too ridiculous, Qingxiao Xianzun sent people to protect the island, but he is so ignorant of good and bad, that's The only artifact in the world!"

The blue-clothed disciple was about to echo, but saw a red light flashing in front of his eyes, and a red-clothed man appeared in the pavilion of the medicine field in an instant. Door."

Wen Yanran didn't pay much attention to the two of them, but said solemnly: "Hurry up and go down the mountain after collecting the medicine."

The two disciples feared that their comments about their ancestors might offend the head of the sect, so they nodded in agreement, hurriedly put away their tools and went down the mountain.

At this time, as the distance faded away, the color of the clouds in the sky became more intense, dyeing the entire sea of ​​clouds in the east incomparably gorgeous, almost eerie red, as if the island wrapped in thick clouds was bleeding and weeping.

Wen Yanran stared at the clouds in the sky indifferently, the familiar scenery caused slight ripples in those eyes that were lonely and wandering without joy, joy, sorrow and joy.

Is it ridiculous?

You don't hesitate to destroy the artifact at the cost of thousands of years of cultivation and extinction, in exchange for a short-lived balance between the immortal and the devil. You think you are a fearless sacrifice, and you are still alive even though you are dead?

But in fact, among the common people in the world that you risked your life to protect, how many people are grateful and sympathetic to you?

The man in red raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and his smile was slightly sarcastic. The hand that held the sword all the year round suddenly lifted up. His skin was smooth and flawless, and there was no trace of its previous bloody appearance. Fang Yin was a counterfeit that had no spiritual power fluctuations obtained in the forbidden area.

He lowered his eyes, looked at Fang Yin from the corner of his eyes, closed his palms together, and with a little effort, he turned him into powder and scattered in the medicine field...

"It's me who hates you too."

The camera passes over his drooping eyelids and slightly trembling fingers, and goes to the distance, passing through the gorgeous clouds and thick lingering fog, staying on the edge of the island.

The wide and clear Fengxing River has long been filled with wind and sand, and there is no drop of water. The fairy mountains and pavilions in the distance are buried and hard to find. The lake in Yunlin is rotten and dried up. There is still a dry and cracked stone tablet left, like a guardian of the vicissitudes of life waiting for the return of the owner.

The breeze blows away the messy weeds around it. After 300 years of neglect, the handwriting left on the stone tablet has been worn away by the wind and sand, leaving only a faint sword spirit remaining, which can glimpse its former scenery.

Time flows backwards in the picture, the mountains and forests change, the river flows, and in an instant, the land returns to green and verdant. A man in a blue shirt stands up a stone tablet on the empty coast with his back to the camera. That horoscope with mellow spiritual power.

——The wind comes to call me, the first fairy island. 】