At that moment, the sky was clear and clear, and the glow reflected the world. The magic circle on the reincarnation jade platform dissipated, Xi Wu Shenjun hugged the body that had returned to warmth, and heard the trembling sighs of the people next to him. Mo Xian looked into the distance and saw the gentle breeze blowing through the trees. He was silent for a moment and then slowly said: "'There are trees in the south, so don't stop thinking about it.' Just call him Nan Xisi."
Everything is revived and everything is turbulent. At this time of good fortune, there is still a visible or invisible thick fog in the three realms of the sky from the inside to the outside. The hatred is not gone, the thoughts are endless, and the reincarnation of the deceased is just the beginning of everything.
Concept: When disaster breaks out, who is right and who is wrong may be reversed