Mythological origin

Chapter 68 Fight for History
After suppressing the three Taoist priests including her, Bai Mo made an extremely crazy move.

He actually used himself as an anchor to try to forcibly summon a special red giant star emitting endless magical light to the Daochen Realm.

That's a whole star!

It's still a burning demonized star!

Once it is really fully summoned, the crazy gravitational force of the star itself, as well as the blazing high temperature generated by the endless fusion, although it will not directly destroy the entire Daochen Immortal Realm, but the demonic light emitted can completely destroy the Daochen Immortal Realm. Demonized.

In order to prevent the opponent's crazy moves, Isis was also forced to temporarily switch camps and join forces with two old enemies who have been fighting for thousands of years.

But she remembered that her side obviously failed, and her last memory stayed at the moment when the demonized red giant star was detonated, like a supernova erupting...

After that, there is no memory at all.

And in another set of memories, she, Isis, is also a daoist demon god with the title of mother of all worms, but she is a native life in the daochen world, not a starry zerg from another world.

In order to fight against the original Daoist Demon Yang Daoist who tried to destroy the world by destroying the world after falling into madness, she formed an alliance with other Daoist priests in the Daochen Realm to jointly defend the Daochen Realm.

A series of battles broke out between the coalition forces and Daoist Moyang, and finally all the reverends and Moyang died together, and won a very costly victory.

Of course, Dao Zun is almost immortal, and the so-called death together is not a real death, but he lost all his cultivation and strength after being seriously injured, and it will take tens of thousands of years to recover.

She, Isis, was like this, the majestic mother of all insects, degenerated into an egg.

If it weren't for the non-stop worship of the demon temple, and the belief of hundreds of millions of demon clans, it would probably take countless days to wake up.

Two sets of completely different memories filled the face of the ten-meter-tall girl with confusion.

Instinctive feeling told her that the first set of memories was real.

But after using divine power to read the memories of many monster races who believed in him, Isis discovered that the world in the second set of memories is real in the memories of the believers!

I am really a demon god who was born and raised in the Daochen Realm and is worshiped by all monsters!
"Am I wrong, or is the world wrong?" The girl who came to this conclusion sat on the ground absent-mindedly, doubting her own life.

"That's right."

"What was wrong?"

"Both pasts can be true." Bai Mo said another sentence that made her confused.

"How is it possible?! The past is the only one!"

"We are competing for history."

"..."

"us?"

"I didn't understand. I just want to know which one of me is the real one."

"Take your time, the moment you figure it out, you can jump off the chessboard."

"..."

After Bai Mo left such a sentence, he disappeared into the shadows by himself.

"The Riddler is really hateful, it can't be me who is wrong, it must be this world!!!"

The body of the girl named Isis began to twist, turning into a group of twisted tentacles with wings again, and flew back to the top of the altar of the Demon God Temple.

She needs to think about it, what is going on!

……

"Senior, why do I still feel tired after the foundation building? There seems to be no difference between inside and outside the pass..." When Mo Fengwu and Mo Caihuan met Bai Mo again before worshiping Mo Tianxie's tomb asked.

For some reason, every time they went to worship Mo Tianxie, they would meet this strange senior, as if the other party had never left.

Of course, their purpose of coming here this time is a bit different. Apart from paying homage to Mo Tianxie, they also shoulder the task of burying the bones of several mothers together with him.

Mrs. Yan and her daughters were already in their early thirties when they met Bai Mo for the first time, and now many years have passed, and they also sacrificed 20 years of Yangshou for Yin Yang and Five Elements Jue.

Mo Tianxie's few wives, who failed to build the foundation, still ushered in the end of their lives.

Only Mo Fengwu and Mo Caihuan, who were twenty-eight years old at the time of the blood sacrifice, managed to successfully build the foundation before their yang life was exhausted, after years of hard work, and with the help of "a little" from the yin and yang sect masters Mu Ziqing and Han Yu before they disappeared.

"Father, mother is here to accompany you."

"Father, I will continue your dream of cultivating immortals! Let everyone know that even if you don't have spiritual roots, you can still cultivate immortals!"

Seeing that Bai Mo didn't answer, the two girls started talking to Mo Tianxie's tombstone while using their strength to push away the dirt on his coffin.

He was not buried deep, and with the magic power of the foundation-building cultivator, Mo Fengwu saw the coffin where his adoptive father was buried in the ground within a few breaths.

Mo Caihuan stepped forward to open the coffin, and inside was Mo Tianxie lying peacefully.

But a bone of bones, in fact, there is nothing safe or unsafe.

The space inside this coffin is very large, enough to hold six or seven people, and it is a bit strange to have only one corpse lying in the middle.

With a wave of his right hand, Mo Fengwu took out four lifelike corpses from the storage bag, they were the wives of Mo Tianxie.

Under the special treatment of some corpse refining techniques, they still maintained their beautiful appearance in life for the time being.

Mo Caihuan carefully moved them into the special giant coffin, and placed two people on the left and right of Mo Tianxie, which could be considered as allowing him to enjoy the blessing of being equal to everyone under the nine springs.

"Building the foundation is tiring, Jindan is tiring, and Nascent Soul is also tiring." Bai Mo replied after they buried Mo Tianxie's coffin again.

"That's right. As long as you want to improve your cultivation base, you will always have to work hard to fight for opportunities. For foundation building, you will grab the opportunity for foundation building. Senior Jindan will grab the opportunity for Jindan, and Nascent Soul monks will also grab the opportunity for Nascent Soul."

"This practice, why is it so tiring..."

Mo Caihuan recalled their lives over the past 20 years, either killing people to seize treasures, or killing monsters to seize treasures, fighting each other, intrigues and deceptions, endlessly.

"Senior, are you tired?" Mo Fengwu asked with a chuckle.

After these years of contact, they all know that the other party doesn't care about these details, and it's okay to make a joke.

"I...are tired too, but it's not the same as yours."

"Senior, you are so strong, no one can compete with you for the opportunity, right? You don't need to kill people to seize treasures, how can you be tired?"

Mo Fengwu still remembered that many years ago, when he came to Xuanwu Pass for the first time, he happened to see a few big monks in the late Yuanying period politely inviting each other.

"We are so tired that we don't even know what a treasure is."

"Ah?! How is this possible? The Treasure Book is not a compulsory course for monks? I really don't understand, can't I look up the book itself??"

Mo Fengwu's head was full of question marks when he heard Bai Mo's words.

How could senior with such a heaven-penetrating cultivation base not understand what a good thing is.This is too strange.

"Suppose we were the ones who wrote the illustration book."

(End of this chapter)