The power of creation kept injecting into Song Xing's dantian qi sea.

His whole being was like an eternal flame.

Bang!

At this moment, above the sky, a thunderbolt suddenly appeared.

This thunder, purple.

The thunder was thick, piercing through the void and splitting down.

This thunder contains unparalleled majesty.

Even the powerhouses of the Heavenly Immortal Realm can't bear it.

This thunderbolt is a heavenly punishment.

At the moment when this small world was born, it was sensed by the Great Dao in the underworld, and the heavenly punishment descended.

Song Xing's eyebrows raised.

Undaunted, he opened his mouth and spat out, and a wave of creative fire erupted, striking the thunder head-on.

The purple thunder was actually beaten and collapsed, turning into invisible.

"The will of heaven can't help me, but helps me get promoted, since that's the case, I'll take the opportunity to go further." Song Xing's eyes flashed with the brilliance of wisdom, and he continued to sit cross-legged, one by one, the seeds of the power of creation were stimulated from the small world and turned into giant trees.

The seed of the power of creation is a special material that can change the composition of matter, but the most important thing is that it must have strong and boundless power, otherwise, it will not be able to carry it at all.

"Give me an explosion!" Song Xing roared angrily, and suddenly the seed of the power of creation was crushed by him and fused into the barrier of the small world, causing his small world to expand again, and the diameter actually reached tens of thousands of miles.

The small world is no longer the original desolation, but a prosperous scene, and there are even many prototypes of cities, buildings one after another, standing in an orderly manner, and a thriving faction.

Inside Song Xing's small world, a whirlpool was actually generated, absorbing the thunder in the sky cleanly, and even the thunderclouds disappeared.

Subsequently, the small world of Song Xing swelled again. At the moment when the small world became like this, a thunderclap resounded from the depths of the universe.

It was a purple-gold thunderbolt, several acres in size, vicious and hideous, and it was torn down fiercely, wanting to destroy everything.

This is the god of creation.

"Okay, good, this is the taste of real creation, what the curse of God, all of them have been resisted, my small world, not only is not the world of death, but also the scope of this small world of creation is still expanding, this time my savings are enough for me to successfully survive this catastrophe." Song Xing's face showed a look of joy.

At this moment, Song Xing's heart moved.

Inside his small world, all the things flew up, gathered around his body, and in front of him, a huge furnace was formed, and in the furnace, endless chaotic ancient qi boiled.

"Lian!"

Song Xing let out a loud shout, urged the furnace ding, and threw the huge seed condensed from the creation green lotus seed into the furnace ding in one gulp.

Strands of chaotic ancient qi were extracted and then smelted, and this scene was simply appalling, it was absolute violence.

Creation Qinglian seeds, each seed, almost all of them are condensed with hundreds of millions of years, and the creators of the past generations have been studying hard, hoping to cultivate a creator god.

But now, all of them are cheaper Song Xing, they are devoured by him, and then passed on to his own small world, so that the entire small world will have amazing changes.

In the chaotic ancient atmosphere, the seeds bloomed one by one green shoots, one by one the flower bones, one by one towering trees, one by one majestic palaces, a clear spring, a medicine garden. This small world has finally evolved into its own appearance.

"When I become the creator god and completely master the small world, when the time comes, I will be qualified to impact the world, once I become the master of the world, then I can obtain huge power, and then it will be the heavenly court, the demon sect, the demon race, the Buddha realm, and the Dao realm."

Song Xing muttered.

In his small world, the boundless vitality spun wildly, and under his control, it turned into a whirlpool, constantly pouring into his body.

These whirlpools are not only vitality, but also boundless power of faith, will, and even the message of those gods.

These three aspects were plundered, transferred, and stored in the body by Song Xing.

This kind of plunder, as if it were a disaster.

This is Song Xing's second tribulation, which is much easier than the first time, because his strength has improved a lot, and his essence blood has reached the ninth level, his physical body has transformed into a supernatural power, and even, he has comprehended the "Creator Mark".

Outside the small world, the thunder bombarded again, stronger and denser than the first time, as if the thunder and lightning between heaven and earth had converged.

Song Xing's body shook slightly, but it was still as steady as Mount Tai.

With a wave of his hand, a mountain peak suddenly rose from the ground, towering between heaven and earth, blocking in front of him.

The thunder fell on this high mountain, but it could not shake half a point.

Immediately after, under his feet, endless vines grew, covering the sky and the sun, covering half of the sky in an instant.

"Creation Vine!"

A grim smile appeared on the corner of Song Xing's mouth, "My creation is already perfect!" Only one last step away! ”

In the sky, a fierce thunderous sound rang out.

Song Xing raised his head and saw countless thunderbolts sweeping from the depths of the universe, slashing at him with terrifying and invincible lethality.

But his body was undamaged, but the vine of creation suffered a devastating blow.

The vines of creation withered.

In the end, the thunder in the sky dispersed, and a golden lightning appeared in front of Song Xing, and in this lightning, there was a rune wrapped in it, and in the rune, a mysterious and unpredictable information was transmitted.

"Heavenly Dao Divine Thunder, this is the reward given to me by Heavenly Dao, I can use Heavenly Dao Divine Thunder to refine my own small world!" Song Xing's face showed a deep joy.

One after another, the heavenly thunder fell and landed on Song Xing's body.

This day, the thunder became more and more ferocious, and finally formed a thunderball that enveloped Song Xing.

In this thunderball, there are all kinds of rules of creation, and even vaguely, you can see that one by one fruit cores are born, and the fruit cores seem to be a strange magic medicine seed, and it seems to be the residue left after the shattering of various divine weapons.

In short, each of them contains powerful attack power.

Click, click!!

On the surface of Song Xing's small world, fine lines suddenly appeared.

The fine lines became more and more, and when they reached a certain limit, they shattered violently.

"My little world has finally been pierced." Song Xing looked at this scene and didn't worry too much: "If the small world is opened, then I can absorb the creation in this small world, and my cultivation will increase greatly, and even after breaking through, I will gain stronger combat ability." ”

"At this point, though, I have to do something."

Song Xing looked at the void.

He knew that his small world had just taken shape and was still very fragile, and this was the best time to lay the foundation in one fell swoop.

In his little world, a black hole appeared. (End of chapter)