The Mysterious Origin of Creation

Miro could also feel that the fluctuations of the lotus blossoming were stronger than in the prehistoric times.

It seemed that the lotus was merging with the heaven, earth, time and space.

An inexplicable force emerged in the world of creation, supporting the lotus.

The power of the lotus became even stronger. Miro felt that such a powerful magical power was a little unreal.

What kind of magical power could be so powerful?

It could easily resist the heavenly tribulation, and at this time, facing the attack of Tiandu, it still easily resisted it.

If Miro saw the prototype of this magical power, he would not be so shocked.

This is a magical power created according to the innate treasure, the seventeenth-grade Creation Green Lotus. It would be strange if it didn't even have this little defensive power.

Miro put aside all distracting thoughts.

He suddenly rushed towards Tiandu, and the sword in his hand seemed to be able to cut through all obstacles.

Tiandu felt Miro's momentum at this moment and was actually a little afraid.

Tiandu fought hard to meet it, and nine different weapons collided with Miro's sword.

The huge aftermath went in all directions, surging like a wave, and could drown everything in the world.

The aftermath of the battle between Miro and Tiandu was so violent that the star closest to them almost broke apart. If the two fought on the star.

This star would definitely be destroyed.

The stars in this starry sky are actually not that powerful.

When the world was created, Chen Yuan didn't care about the strength of these stars, only the sun and the moon cared a little.

As for the stars of good fortune, no creatures can go up there, only recognized creatures can go there.

There is a wheel of good fortune there, and there is also a divine thought of Chen Yuan in it.

Even a quasi-saint cannot go in easily.

Not to mention Tiandu.

The wave of destruction continued.

But Tiandu became more and more anxious, and his injuries gradually increased, from the first sword wound at the beginning to 371 now.

This is because Tiandu struggled to resist.

Tiandu's nine hands danced quickly, and the nine weapons exerted more powerful power. These hit the lotus and were blocked by the lotus.

But Miro's sword energy attacked Tiandu again.

This made Tiandu feel that his future was bleak and he could not see where the road ahead was.

In the current situation, all his vitality would be cut off.

Even if there is a life span that lasts forever, it is not immortal.

There will always be a day when the curtain falls, but Tiandu doesn't know these days. He has been invincible for too long and thinks he is really immortal.

Miro saw that Tiandu's mentality became unstable, and sneered in his heart. Even if Tiandu's power is stronger, what's the use if he can't break the defense of this lotus.

Miro deeply understood how advantageous it is to have an innate spiritual treasure for defense.

Although this lotus is just a magical power, not an innate spiritual treasure.

But in Miro's opinion, perhaps an ordinary innate spiritual treasure cannot be compared with this magical power.

It's just an ordinary innate spiritual treasure. The real powerful innate spiritual treasure is naturally not comparable to this magical power. Miro is very clear about this.

At this time, Miro couldn't help but think of his father. If it weren't for the practice, his memory would be extremely clear and he could remember every scene in the past.

I'm afraid he has forgotten it long ago.

"Father, I will let the source race get rid of that demon god, and now I have to do it."

Miro was excited, but the sword light in his hand became even colder, as if it could freeze the three thousand worlds. This cold sword light slashed out.

Let the starry sky be frosty white.

Under this sword, Tiandu didn't move, motionless.

The golden immortal level of the Yuanshen turned into smoke, turned into gas, and disappeared.

The power of the body was scattered into the world of creation again, and the vast spirit poured out from Tiandu like a tide. No matter how unwilling Tiandu was, it turned into dust.

Became the past.

Miro stood for a long time, quietly watching the scene in front of him. He was not too happy in his heart, but only felt relieved. The heavy burden on his heart was unloaded.

"What should I do in the future?"

Miro was a little confused at this moment. He looked down and saw the boundless land. With Miro's eyesight, he could clearly see many creatures on the land.

These creatures were clearly presented in front of Miro. Miro couldn't help but think of the Origin Sutra that was once passed down by the God's messenger. Only two people knew the Origin Sutra, and now only Miro knew it.

Miro's eyes were very complicated.

If the Origin Sutra was passed down, what would the future of the Source Clan look like? There should be many Source Clan members who would embark on the path of cultivation, pursuing the truth of heaven and earth and the mystery of the universe.

This might be what the ancestor god wanted to see, but Miro was not sure.

Since the Origin Sutra was passed down by the ancestor god, Miro would naturally not let it be lost. He would pass it down again and let it be passed down from generation to generation in the Source Clan.

Lead the future of the Source Clan to an unknown direction.

Miro went to the earth to spread the Origin Sutra.

In the Creation Star that Miro could not see, it was not peaceful, but the atmosphere was a bit strange.

It was too depressing. If Miro entered it, he would definitely not be able to bear the power contained in it and would turn into powder.

Chen Yuan looked at the black-clothed youth in front of him with his mind, and he wanted him to leave quickly. If it were not for this black-clothed youth.

How could the Origin Clan have these changes?

If it was just some prehistoric cultivator who appeared in the Creation World, he would naturally let the other party leave as he came.

But the creatures in front of you are different. If you use your hands, the world of creation will instantly turn into powder, and countless creatures will die instantly.

Chen Yuan didn't want to see such a scene, so he allowed the other party to teach him the power of Tiandu.

Chen Yuan said: "You have made a fuss, it's time to leave."

The young man in black looked at the black lotus in his hand. The lotus bloomed slowly, its petals withered, and then reappeared, seemingly endlessly.

The young man in black smiled faintly, looked at Chen Yuan who wanted to see off a guest, and said with a smile: "Why are you so anxious? I didn't expect you to send Milo to the ancient world. It's really amazing."

Chen Yuan smiled and said: "You'd better leave. My world cannot withstand your torture. If it is shattered, I will have no scruples."

The young man in black coughed dryly and said: "It's not good to fight and kill too much. We can still be harmonious."

Chen Yuan looked at the young man in black and said: "You should go back to your demon world, or go to the ancient world to toss. It is vast and boundless and allows you to let go of your hands and feet. Unlike my world, which is just a middle-aged world."

The young man in black was unmoved and said: "Who told you to take my treasure? I worked hard to cultivate the God-killing Spear into an innate treasure, and in the end I made it a wedding dress for you."

Chen Yuan smiled and said: "I can't thank you anymore. What's more, the God-killing Spear was given to me by the Witch Clan and has nothing to do with you."

The young man in black felt a tightness in his chest that could not come out. An innate treasure was only worth a thank you. How could it be possible?