Not long after the ship was off shore, when I looked at the flames on the island, there was no longer any magnificent wonder in the night, that is, ordinary fire, even less noticeable than the flat-bottomed boat that drove automatically at Mu Xingqiu's feet.

The boat sailed on the black sea, like a feather drifting with the waves, almost undisturbed, and the deep water was like a semi-solidified gelatinous substance, quietly waiting to melt, as if it would swallow the boat and the people on board at any moment.

Mu Xingqiu stood alone on the boat, facing the island, looking at the miraculously lost flames and many dazed and frightened eyes, the flames in the hearts of the islanders were burning more and more, this is the power accumulated for hundreds of thousands of years, just a little spark can explode, Mu Xingqiu holds such a spark in his hand, but he has not thrown it out for a long time, he needs to know more about the truth.

Guided by a warm heat, his fingers slowly slid across the black bark, and he didn't recognize any of them.

The "ancient gods" in the fire obviously knew human language, why did they play such a dumb riddle? Mu Xingqiu was puzzled, his fingers continued to move on the bark, and when he was about to move to the end, he suddenly realized that this was actually a talisman and a spell that was about to take effect.

As the boat moved farther away from the island, the spell confinement weakened, and Mu Xingqiu was already able to fly, but he still stayed on the boat, looking forward to the spell on the bark, and remained vigilant.

The bark of the tree suddenly burned, and the flames quickly spread to Mu Xingqiu's body, then the boat, and then the sea...... Mu Xingqiu was unmoved, knowing very well that this was just an illusion.

The islanders who stood on the pier and stopped to watch only saw a small boat carrying a Taoist priest gradually moving away, Shen Da stood still as if holding his urine, and repeated the sentence quickly, "Heh, Yelin Town, heh, my daughter-in-law ran away......

In front of Mu Xingqiu's eyes, the flames gradually disappeared. He saw a tree, not very tall, very similar to the fire tree on the island, with a straight trunk, well-layered branches, few leaves, patches of emerald green and full, shiny, brittle, full of amazing vitality. The tree was growing, and it didn't take long for it to surpass the tallest fire tree on the island, which was destroyed every five years. What Mu Xingqiu saw was that they had a chance to grow up.

The tree is getting taller and bigger, the growth rate is also accelerating, it seems to be out of control, the form is ever-changing, and there is no longer the slightest resemblance to the fire tree, the leaves are sometimes large and sometimes small, and the branches are sometimes more and sometimes less, but no matter how it changes, it is different from those trees such as willows, pines and cypresses that really exist.

After dozens of changes. Mu Xingqiu finally recognized that this was the Nebula Tree of Wangshan. Nebula trees do not have a fixed form, each tree has its own characteristics, Mu Xingqiu has seen it with his own eyes in Wangshan. When the tree seed fell, he was sure.

Nebula trees come in a variety of appearances, but their seeds are all the same.

The change stops, and the seeds float in droves. The space was large enough that they did not kill each other as they did in Wangshan, but politely and humbly. Fly as far away as you can.

Many animals come running from all over the place, first looking at the tree species in horror and then feverishly grabbing the tree seeds.

Instead of running away, the tree species actively confronts the devourers.

The animals that first grabbed the tree species were deformed, with erect hind legs and reduced hair, becoming more and more human-like.

This is the birth of the demon race, Mu Xingqiu thought.

Sure enough, in order to snatch more tree species, the newly born demon clan began to practice various techniques, which were faintly in line with the content of the Demon Venerable's Fa. As the demons became stronger, they monopolized the tree species in the air, treating them as their own food, preventing other animals from approaching.

The demons themselves are also differentiating, and the small number of demons that devour the most tree species have grown into complete human forms, while the weaker demons have retained some animal forms, and they will be a new race in the future - the demon race

The illusion is speeding up, in the blink of an eye, it is a hundred years, the demons are evolving, they have had a long civil war, and in the end all parties are exhausted, so they have invented a set of methods, so that the demons can communicate better with each other, and even become a whole.

Mu Xingqiu remembered this set of methods, and he was accidentally accused by this trick when he was in the Demon Mountain.

The demon clan that has become a whole still has thousands of forms, although they can only exert the strength of the strongest when they jointly cast spells, their strength is still at its peak because of their monopoly on tree species, and they conquer the demon clan that has multiplied and grown, and fight those huge beasts everywhere. Dragon, Xuanwu, Giant Elephant...... One fell head after another until the race became extinct.

The demons' conquest has no end, and the fear of losing their power has never disappeared, and their eyes finally turned to the tree: instead of working hard to protect and monopolize the tree species, why not destroy the tree? There is no seed without the tree, there is no coveting and fighting without the seed, and they never have to worry about the consequences of any omission.

The idea of the demon clan was figured out by Mu Xingqiu himself, he only saw the demon clan circling around the tree, and he lost interest in the battle.

The tree was already very tall, obscuring the sky and the sun, and the roots were intertwined, and one night a lightning bolt in the sky struck a bare root, and the root was on fire.

The fire was quickly extinguished, but the root became charcoal, separated from the main tree, and thrown out as waste by the demons.

A thin demon slave held this tree root, walked out of the demon territory, passed the garbage dump but did not stop, but kept moving forward, the tree root turned from black to red, but he refused to let go, but hugged tighter, two demons on the road saw this scene, followed, and reached out to help him hold the tree root together.

In a desert, the roots of the trees burned, and the three demons joined hands and merged with the flames.

The Taoist system was born.

The first three ancestors were actually three demons, and Mu Xingqiu was surprised by this.

The Three Ancestors created the most basic cultivation method, leaving the desert to find disciples, their initial target was those oppressed demon clans, but they were defeated, it was these demons of the same clan, who avoided them like snakes and scorpions, cursed them, drove them away, and exposed them to the demons.

The three ancestors fled in a hurry, and finally fell into the hands of the demons.

The demons did not kill these three demons, but were interested in the new method they had created, allowing them to spread among the demons.

At that time, there was a huge gap in strength between the two sides, and the demons regarded the three ancestors as playthings without threat, and their eyes were still fixed on the tree, hesitating between destroying it or not and how to destroy it.

The Three Ancestors received the first batch of demon disciples, and unexpectedly, the cultivation of the Inner Dan destroyed the tree seeds in the bodies of these disciples, some disciples refused to practice again, some disciples collapsed as a result, and some disciples never wanted to touch the seeds again after successfully condensing the pill.

The demons finally sensed the danger, and the three ancestors fled in advance with their disciples, at this time the three ancestors' inner dan was already quite powerful, enough to face a small number of demons, but they still fled to the most remote places, and they hid for thousands of years.

The battle of the Dao demons began, the three ancestors and the disciples were not numerous, but they were all strong, but the demons were always underestimating the enemy, they had decided to destroy the tree, and they were concentrating on studying the method of destroying the miè, and they did not pay enough attention to the dangers of the outside world, and the troops sent were defeated one after another, and a small number of demons and a large number of demon clans who were armed were not opponents of the Dao system at all.

The final battle took place under the tree, which had grown to a height of several thousand zhang and covered a radius of hundreds of miles.

The war lasted for seven days in a row, and the blood of the Taoists, demons, and demons soaked the entire land, but the demons still had the absolute upper hand, as long as the strongest person in the battle was still there, the demons would not weaken no matter how many casualties and strength they had, not to mention the assistance of the demon soldiers, but the Dao was one less dead, and the strength was reduced by one point.

At the most critical moment, the Nebula Tree, which had never directly intervened in any affairs, suddenly exerted its strength, and the endless blood gave it enough strength to finally be able to launch a fatal blow.

The Nebula Tree sucked out the seeds from the demons' bodies—they had long been known as the Demon Seeds.

The Dao system turned defeat into victory, the demon clan fled, and the demon clan was left with a weakened body.

The newly victorious Dao Tong inherited the will of the Demon Clan, and they obtained their initial power from a burning tree root, and the disastrous victory reminded them that the strength of the Dao Sect was far from enough, and there was only one way to obtain more power: the Daoists cast a spell together to ignite the Nebula Tree......

The illusion suddenly turned around, and the burning tree stretched out a tender branch and sent it to Mu Xingqiu.

How did the burning Nebula Tree come to be moved to an island? How did the large number of Nebula Trees in Wangshan come about? Why can't the seeds create the Demon Race anymore, but can only form the Ice Kui? How did the Dao System develop step by step after that? Are the demons who lost their seeds the human beings today?

Mu Xingqiu had a lot of doubts, it was all after the Nebula Tree was burned, and the illusion could not provide an explanation.

The illusion disappeared, and Mu Xingqiu looked down to see that a delicate branch had really grown on the charred black bark, no more than three inches long, with two teardrop-like leaves.

"Why me?" This is Mu Xingqiu's biggest doubt, he is not the only disciple of the Nian Heart Department throughout the ages, and his strength is not the strongest in the Dao system, even after experiencing so many things, he does not regard the Dao system as an enemy who does not share the sky, and the unquenchable Dao fire is still his belief, and the most important thing is why does the Nebula Tree think that he will not betray like the demon clan and the Dao system?

Are all the visions displayed by the Nebula Tree real?Is it true that the Taoist priests burned the Nebula Tree that had helped them in the past just to gain more power?

As the truth unfolds little by little, it becomes more and more elusive.

"The origin of the fire. Mu Xingqiu remembered some of the words that Fangfang's soul had said, and he saw the origin, but he couldn't get excited at all.

With a soft bang, the boat docked, and the night was still dark, and the illusion only lasted less than half an hour.

Mu Xingqiu raised his head and saw a crow flying overhead, as if it was laughing hoarsely at him, he turned around and saw that the shore was full of heavily armed soldiers, and behind the soldiers, there stood a wooden platform, on which the Fire Tree King was standing, holding a black wooden sword in one hand and a mirror in the other.

There was also a woman kneeling on the platform.

The black wooden sword rested on the woman's neck, and the Fire Tree King said, "You think I know nothing, and you think you can take away my one qiē lightly." ”

The body of the sword suddenly turned red, and the woman's scream had just started, and the head had already fallen to the ground.

"Hand over the bark, it belongs to me. The Fire Tree King commanded.

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