Cangjie ignored the thunder calamity above his head and continued to wave the branches in his hands. The oldest characters were created one by one, fire, house, clothing, martial arts, literature... As the characters were created one by one, the thunder calamity in the sky It also became more and more solid, as if the sky was angry.
The saints, Zhen Yuanzi and those hidden great masters gradually realized that the human race was about to become the protagonists of the world. Now that Cangjie created characters, the human race could record the secrets of the heaven and earth and the inheritance of the human race in writing, and pass them on from generation to generation, never ending, and almost It completely cut off the hope of other tribes to become the protagonists of the prehistoric world, which was really an act against heaven and earth.
Nowadays, the gathering of the heavenly tribulation is actually a test for Cangjie and even the entire human race. When Cangjie completes the creation of characters, the heavenly tribulation will also come. If this calamity is overcome, the human race will have its own writing from now on, and will be passed down from generation to generation. According to legend, the human race's luck will naturally increase greatly. If it cannot survive this disaster, the human race will lose its writing and its luck will be damaged, and other races will have the opportunity to replace the human race and become the protagonists of the world.
As Cangjie created more and more characters, the power of the heavenly tribulation became more and more terrifying. Even Zhen Yuanzi on the side was frightened when he saw it. Even he would not be able to escape unscathed from such a heavenly tribulation. To survive, not to mention that Cangjie has no cultivation skills, and Cangjie is still making characters, so the power of the heavenly tribulation is getting stronger.
"Huh..." After an unknown amount of time, Cangjie exhaled a heavy breath and shouted loudly: "The three thousand words of the human race are now completed, and the law of heaven has taken care of them." The three thousand words were hovering in the air, emitting a faint white light, in the dark Under the catastrophe, it is like three thousand stars, giving people a little comfort in the terrifying black cloud of the catastrophe.
As soon as Cang Jie finished speaking, the calamity clouds in the sky began to change immediately, and thunder bursts, giving people an extremely heavy feeling. The power of the heavenly calamity now has made Zhen Yuanzi look pale. Such a thunder calamity, just like him It might be difficult for him to survive even the peak level of quasi-sage. Looking at Cang Jie under the thunder tribulation, Zhen Yuanzi was naturally very worried.
But this heavenly tribulation is a test of heaven and cannot be replaced at all, otherwise it will only increase the power of the heavenly tribulation. Seeing such a heavenly tribulation, many powerful people are very happy in their hearts. These powerful people are naturally not from the human race, and they naturally do not I hope Cangjie can successfully overcome the catastrophe, so that their race will never have the chance to conquer the ancient world.
"Boom!!!" With a loud noise, the first thunder tribulation fell. Three Thousand Words was like a large formation. It withstood this thunder tribulation alive and did not let it fall on Cangjie. Although the thunder tribulation It didn't fall, but Cangjie's situation at this time was not very good.
Cangjie created characters to get a glimpse of the secrets of heaven. Although when he created the characters, three thousand characters blocked him from the power of the catastrophe. But now that the creation of characters is completed, Cangjie has exhausted his strength. Now the three thousand characters are under the bombardment of the thunder catastrophe. , still let the slightest hint of Tianwei come through and fall on Cangjie, so Cangjie's condition naturally worsened.
As the lightning tribulations fell, although the three thousand characters were still not destroyed, the soft white light emitted by the three thousand characters became increasingly fainter. After the nine thunders passed by, this faint white light was almost completely invisible. I am afraid that the next thunder catastrophe will completely destroy the defense of these three thousand words, but Cangjie will also be completely wiped out by the bombardment of the sky thunder.
When Zhen Yuanzi saw such a scene, he felt filled with grief and anger. If this was the opportunity that Ming He said, Zhen Yuanzi would rather not have it. If he had known this, he would have taken Hongyun back to the Five Dynasties after he was reincarnated as Cangjie. Zhuang Guan then guided Cangjie on the path of spiritual practice. Although it would take countless years for Cangjie to regain his true spirit in his previous life, it was not safe at all.
Looking at Cang Jie under the thunder tribulation, Zhen Yuanzi gritted his teeth, as if he had made up his mind, and wanted to take a step forward, rush into the thunder tribulation, and block the thunder tribulation for Cang Jie, although he knew that this was almost impossible. Yes, this will only anger Tian Dao, but he has no other choice. If he wants to die together, he can't just watch Hong Yun fall.
The friendship between Zhen Yuanzi and Hongyun is far stronger than that of Sanqing and the Two Saints of the West. One resolutely left Wuzhuangguan in order not to drag down the other. Although it was almost certain death outside, they still did so. Now the other One can die resolutely for that one.
Just when Zhen Yuanzi was about to take that step, a magic force pulled him back, "Why should you panic, Fellow Daoist Zhen Yuanzi? Fellow Daoist Hongyun will be safe and sound." Zhen Yuanzi was shocked. When he looked back, he turned out to be the fourth ancestor of the human race. Arriving, the person speaking was none other than Styx’s self-corpse, the human race’s Martial Ancestor, Mu Sen.
As if to verify Mu Sen's words, Zhen Yuanzi suddenly saw below that Cangjie, who was already overwhelmed, staggered to his feet. What surprised him even more was that another pair of eyes opened above Cangjie's eyes. , these eyes are like the stars in the sky, extremely profound. Even Zhen Yuanzi just glanced at Cang Jie's strange eyes for a moment, and he was slightly absent-minded for a moment.
Cangjie looked up at the rolling thunderclouds in the sky, with no fear on his face. The newly opened eyes above his head suddenly shot out two white lights, which were directly reflected on the three thousand characters he created. The original text was typed countless times, as if it spread across the entire prehistoric sky.
Cangjie looked up to the sky and shouted: "You sons of the human race, use your thoughts to build a strong barrier for the civilization of the human race!" The words were full of Cangjie's unwillingness. He did not want the words he created to be robbed by heaven. To destroy it, he didn’t want the human race to have its own writing, and he didn’t want the human race’s civilization and inheritance to be interrupted. What he wanted was for the human race’s civilization to last forever, and for the human race’s inheritance to last forever.
Cangjie's roar of grief and indignation instantly overshadowed the rolling thunder in the sky and spread throughout the entire prehistoric world. All the people were stunned, looking at the sky and seeing the three thousand words that had been magnified countless times. Their hearts seemed to be blown away. He was so gripped that he could no longer look away from them.
The saints of the ancient times and all the great powers were shocked. Cangjie actually wanted to use the will of a clan to compete with the sky. What a crazy move this was. Although this could gather the will of a clan on these three thousand words, it was also a challenge to the sky. The majesty of calamity, or in other words, this is completely challenging the majesty of heaven.
Just as they thought, Tianzhen became angry, and the calamity cloud suddenly expanded several times. Its power had already frightened the saints, but Cangjie still showed no fear on his face. The will of countless human beings was condensed into three thousand words. On the text, three thousand words suddenly underwent earth-shaking changes.
The weakened white light on the three thousand words suddenly started to shine again, and it seemed as if there were three more great suns under the black curtain of the calamity cloud. Not only that, as the will of the human race continued to gather, the white light on the three thousand words slowly began to shine. Transformed into a colorful brilliance, Jie Yun's terrifying pressure showed faint signs of being suppressed.
Zhen Yuanzi was stunned by this scene, and the four Mu Sens beside him looked at each other, smiled, and shouted loudly: "The human race will never be destroyed, and the martial arts will never cease." Following the voices of the four people, the martial arts of the four people The wills were all blessed on the character '武' created by Cang Jie. The character '武' instantly grew several times larger, becoming the strongest and largest among the three thousand characters.
But this was just the beginning. With the loud shouts of the Fourth Ancestor, countless martial arts wills rose into the sky in the Holy Land of the Human Race, converging into a torrent of martial arts, directly submerging into Cang Jie's word "武", and the word "武" was instantly It has expanded countless times, and the other four largest characters 'Heaven', 'Earth', 'Man', and 'Immortal' are all surrounding the word '武', and the remaining characters are like stars holding the moon. , guarding around these five characters.
Everyone was shocked, so strong. Is this really the strength that a race that has only been born for tens of thousands of years can possess? When the will of the human race comes together, the Heavenly Tribulation seems to have become a foil. As the Heavenly Tribulation continues to fall, the three thousand words seem to have experienced baptism and become more shining.
After ninety-nine and eighty-one lightning tribulations, the clouds of tribulation dispersed. All living beings in the prehistoric era seemed to be in a dream. They couldn't believe what was happening in front of them. The heavenly tribulation with the power of a saint was unable to harm the human race at all, not even the three thousand words. Even under the catastrophe, they were unscathed, but instead became extremely shining.
As soon as the heavenly tribulation dissipated, there was only the sound of thunder in the nine heavens, and a thick golden light of merit fell from the sky. The entire prehistoric era was stunned. This golden light of merit could be compared to the merits of the human emperor Fuxi and the emperor Shennong. In summary, they even doubted whether Cangjie would immediately realize Hunyuan after receiving this merit. It would be terrible if the human race had a Hunyuan strongman who was completely his own.
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