The Mysterious Origin of Creation

The aura diffused by Suiren covered the world, making many human races feel extremely heavy pressure, breathless, and a big stone pressing on their hearts.

"Even if it is the demon race, so what? Even if we die together with the jade and the stone, we will not let the demon race have an easy time."

The cultivators of the human race outside all knew the actions of the demon race and knew what they would face. It is impossible to say that they are not afraid. Death is so terrible. All living things in the world regard it as a tiger. How can they be calm!

But when I think of...

There are countless human races behind me, and I know that I can't retreat.

They retreated.

What about the human race who didn't practice behind me? The human race cultivators had such thoughts in their hearts, and became more determined, perhaps they would die.

But no regrets.

Inside the hall.

Suiren looked at the vast world with a blazing gaze and said, "Now we will send human cultivators to various tribes. If it is a tribe close to us, we will move it here to gather more strength."

Ziyi had a different opinion and said, "The power of the demon tribe is extremely strong. Even if we gather all our strength, we cannot resist the demon tribe. We will only be wiped out by the demon tribe, which is even more dangerous."

Suiren said, "The strength of the demon tribe is inevitable. They have been established for many years. They were established by the innate gods. We are just Daluo Jinxian. There are many quasi-saints among the demon tribe."

Youchao said, "Brother, maybe we will all die this time."

Suiren said, "So what? Although we have eternal life, it is not truly eternal. There will always be a day of silence, unless we become an existence like my master."

Suiren asked, "Did Nuwa respond?"

Suiren asked Ziyi. She went to communicate with Nuwa. There is a statue of Nuwa in the ancestral land of the human race.

There is the thought of Nuwa on the statue, which can communicate with Nuwa.

Although Suiren had guessed the answer, he still asked.

Ziyi said with a complicated look: "Nuwa said she can't intervene in this matter. Even if she intervenes, it will be useless. There will be saints to stop it. It depends on us."

Suiren said with a heavy look: "This is a disaster for our human race, so let's do our best to deal with it..."

Suiren didn't want to say anything anymore. He just wanted to do his best to help the human race survive this disaster.

He didn't blame his master or Nuwa. His master and Nuwa didn't owe the human race anything.

It's just that Suiren didn't want to see the human race suffer this disaster, but Suiren's thoughts were not important.

He was just a Daluo Jinxian. If he became a Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian, even the saints would not use such extreme methods to deal with the human race.

Huishi tribe.

At this time, a young man came, exuding a pure and untainted aura, but his expression was a little bad.

Xuandu heard about the actions of the demon race from his master.

Xuandu observed Laozi's expression, and he looked calm and at ease. He knew that his master would not intervene, but Xuandu could not let go of the human race, although the human race that he was familiar with had passed away.

Xuandu said: "You are the patriarch of the Gray Stone Tribe, and you have such a high level of cultivation."

In Xuandu's perception, the other party has the realm of true immortals, which may not be a big deal in the prehistoric world. You must know that his current realm is only the realm of true immortals.

Miro looked at the young man in front of him. Miro was sent into the prehistoric world by the prophet and became an ordinary human. His realm was low and he could not feel too much difference between the prehistoric world and the world of creation.

He just felt that there were many stars in the prehistoric world, but very few in the world of creation, and it could not be compared with the prehistoric world. He did not see too many differences in other aspects.

As for the human race, Miro was shocked. There were cultivation methods among the human race that could be practiced, which made Miro understand what the two gods were talking about.

The 'Origin Sutra' he practiced was different from the exercises in the prehistoric world only in the early stage. The 'Origin Sutra' involved the Qi of Creation when practicing, which other races did not have.

Once he officially entered the cultivation path, there was not much difference from the cultivation path in the prehistoric world. They all cultivated the Yuanshen and made the Yuanshen pure Yang feel the great way of heaven and earth.

After all these years of cultivation, the Qi of Creation in Mi Luo's body gave him a better starting point. After practicing for a Yuanhui, he became a true immortal.

The Qi of Creation can give a good starting point and can cultivate to become a celestial immortal at a faster speed.

It can give some help when becoming a true immortal, but there will be no help afterwards. After all, it is only the Qi of Creation, not the real innate Qi of Creation.

Mi Luo just stepped into the true immortal. Not long after, Xuandu appeared in front of Mi Luo. At this time, Mi Luo did not know what the human race would face.

Xuandu looked extremely solemn, and said in a deep voice: "The human race will face a catastrophe. There are countless extremely powerful monsters coming out of Buzhou Mountain and heading to the East Sea. This is not something the human race can deal with..."

Xuandu is a human race, and he cannot sit back and watch the human race suffer this catastrophe. However, Xuandu's realm is limited. As a true immortal, he does not have too strong magic power. If he had not become a disciple of the saint, he would have turned into yellow earth.

Miro's expression was complicated. Miro was not a human race, but he had existed in the human race for thousands of times longer than the source race.

Such a long time sometimes made Miro feel that he was a human race, and there was not much difference between him and other human races. The source crystal between his eyebrows had been hidden by the prophet.

It was no different from the human race. The human race was Pangu Dao body.

In addition to having a source crystal, the source tribe also has Pangu Dao body.

The years in the world of creation made him forget a little, especially when he thought that the Chiyuan tribe might no longer exist.

The uncle who had a grudge against him had turned into soil, nourishing flowers, plants and trees.

Miro said with a complicated expression: "The demon tribe controls the boundless heaven. I heard that the heaven is extremely vast and there are many demon tribes. I just can't resist the realm of true immortals."

Miro didn't doubt Xuandu in front of him too much. Most of the human race at this time were simple and honest, without too many tricks.

At this time, a light came here, flashing black light, and Miro and Xuandu looked there.

A human's light of escape fell, and the human who appeared had an extremely solemn expression, and said in a deep voice: "You must be prepared, there are countless monsters coming to kill you, it is extremely dangerous. Although you are a little far from the ancestral land, it will be safer if you migrate inside."

Miro hesitated, he knew something about the power of the monsters. Apart from anything else, Nuwa, the creator of the human race, played an important role in the monsters, which shows how powerful the monsters are.

Extraordinarily powerful, the monsters are not afraid of any existence below the saints.