After suppressing the three Taoists including her, Bai Mo made an extremely crazy move.
He actually used himself as an anchor to try to forcefully summon a special red giant star that exuded endless demonic light to the Daochen Realm.
That's a whole star!
It’s still a burning demonized star!
Once it is truly summoned completely, the crazy gravity of the star itself and the blazing high temperature generated by endless fusion will not directly destroy the entire Daochen Immortal World, but the demonic light it emits can completely destroy the Daochen Immortal World. Demonized.
In order to stop the opponent's crazy move, Isis was also forced to temporarily switch camps and join forces with two old enemies who had been fighting for thousands of years to fight against the enemy.
But she remembered that she had clearly failed. Her last memory was the moment when the demonized red giant star was detonated, like a supernova...
After that there is no memory whatsoever.
In another set of memories, she, Isis, is also a Taoist-level demon god with the honorific title of the Mother of All Insects, but she is a native life form of the Daochen Realm, not a starry sky insect race from another world.
In order to fight against the original Taoist Mo Yang Taoist who fell into madness and tried to destroy the way of heaven by destroying the world, she formed a coalition with other Taoists in the Daochen world to jointly defend the Daochen world.
A series of battles broke out between the coalition forces and Dao Zun Mo Yang. In the end, all the Dao Zun and Mo Yang died together, and they won an extremely costly victory.
Of course, Tao Zun is almost immortal. The so-called death is not death in the true sense. It is just that he lost all his cultivation and strength after being seriously injured, and it will take tens of thousands of years to recover.
She, Isis, is like this, the majestic mother of all insects, degenerated into an insect egg.
If it weren't for the continuous worship in the Demon Temple day and night, it would have taken countless hours for the faith of hundreds of millions of demon clans to wake up.
Two sets of completely different memories filled the ten-meter-tall girl's face with confusion.
Her instinct told her that the first set of memories was the real one.
But after using divine power to read the memories of many monsters who believed in her, Isis discovered that the world in the second set of memories was real in the memories of the believers!
I am really a demon god who was born and raised in Daochen Realm and worshiped by all demons!
"Am I wrong, or is the world wrong?" The girl who came to this conclusion sat on the ground in a daze, doubting her own life.
"Both are correct."
"What's wrong with that?"
"Both pasts can be true." Bai Mo said something again that made her a little confused.
"How is that possible?! The past is the only one!"
"We are fighting for history."
"..."
"us?"
"I didn't understand. Now I just want to know which one of me is the real one."
“Take your time and the moment you figure it out, you can jump off the board.”
"..."
After Bai Mo left such words, he disappeared into the shadows.
"The Riddler is so hateful. It can't be me, it must be the world!!!"
The body of the girl named Isis began to twist and transformed into a group of twisted tentacles with wings, flying back to the top of the altar of the Demon Temple.
She needs to think carefully about what is going on!
…
"Senior, why do I still feel tired after building the foundation? There seems to be no difference between inside and outside the pass..." Mo Fengwu and Mo Caihuan met Bai Mo again before paying homage to Mo Tianxie's tomb. asked.
Somehow, every time they went to pay homage to Mo Tianxie, they would meet this strange senior, as if he had never left.
Of course, their purpose this time was a little different. In addition to worshiping Mo Tianxie, they also had the task of burying the bones of several mothers with him.
Mrs. Yan and her daughters were already in their early thirties when they first met Bai Mo. Now many years have passed, and they have also sacrificed their yang life for twenty years to the Yin-Yang Five Elements Jue.
Mrs. Jifang, who Mo Tianxie failed to build the foundation for, still came to the end of her life.
Only Mo Fengwu and Mo Caihuan, who were only 28 years old at the time of the blood sacrifice, managed to build the foundation before Yangshou ran out after years of hard work and "a little" help from the Yin Yang Sect leaders Mu Ziqing and Han Yu before they disappeared.
"Dad, mother is here to accompany you."
"Father, I will continue your dream of becoming an immortal! Let everyone know that you can become an immortal even if you don't have spiritual roots!"
Seeing that Bai Mo didn't answer, the two women began to talk to themselves in front of Mo Tianxie's tombstone, while using their magic power to push away the soil on his coffin.
He was not buried deeply. With the magic power of the foundation-building monk, Mo Fengwu saw the coffin where his adoptive father was buried in the ground in a few breaths.
Mo Caihuan stepped forward and opened the coffin. Inside was Mo Tianxie lying peacefully.
But a white skeleton is actually nothing peaceful or unsettling.
The space inside this coffin is very large, enough to hold six or seven people. It is a bit strange to have a corpse lying in the middle.
Mo Fengwu waved his right hand and took out four lifelike corpses from the storage bag, which were none other than Mo Tianxie's wives.
Under the special treatment of some corpse refining techniques, they have temporarily maintained their beautiful appearance in life.
Mo Caihuan carefully moved them into the specially made giant coffin, and placed two people on each side of Mo Tianxie, which allowed him to enjoy the blessings of being together under Jiuquan.
"The foundation building is tired, the golden elixir is tired, and the Nascent Soul is tired too." Bai Mo replied after they buried Mo Tianxie's coffin again.
"That's right. As long as you want to advance in cultivation, you will always have to practice hard, seize the opportunity, and build the foundation to seize the opportunity to build the foundation. The senior Jindan seizes the opportunity of the golden elixir, and the great monks of Nascent Soul also seize the opportunity of Nascent Soul."
"Why am I so tired from practicing Taoism..."
Mo Caihuan recalled their lives over the past twenty years. They were either killing people and grabbing treasures, or they were killing monsters and grabbing treasures. They fought for each other and intrigued each other endlessly.
"Senior, are you tired?" Mo Fengwu asked with a chuckle.
After all these years of contact, they both know that the other party doesn't care about these little details, and it's okay to just joke around.
"I'm... tired too, but it's just different from your tiredness."
"Senior, you are so strong. No one can compete with you for opportunities. How can you still be tired if you don't have to kill people to seize treasures?"
Mo Fengwu still remembered that many years ago, when he first came to Xuanwu Pass, he happened to see several great monks in the late Nascent Soul stage greeting each other politely.
"We are tired because we don't even know what treasure is."
"Ah?! How is this possible? Isn't the Treasure Illustration a required course for monks? If you really don't understand, why don't you just look up the actual illustration??"
Bai Mo's words made Mo Fengwu full of questions.
How could a senior with such a profound cultivation not understand what good things are? This is too strange.
"What if we are the ones who compiled the illustrations."
