Chu Yang returned to Shouyang Mountain with the 'Buddha of Light'.

In the main hall, the atmosphere is serious.

"Holy Master, so solemnly summoning the three of me here, could it be that something big has happened?"

The Suiren clan was the first to ask.

"If today, if the lich does not come out and all races are dormant, it is a great time for the development of my human race, is there something wrong?"

There is a nest also asked.

Kayi sat next to him and looked over.

If it is not a big event, Chu ** would not have gathered them together, and it was inevitable that he would be apprehensive.

"The development of our human race has spread all over the east of the east, on the sea side, all over the human race, and it is also spreading rapidly in the direction of inconsideracies!" Chu Yang said, "However, during the development period, the transmission of information can only be passed on by word of mouth, which is very inconvenient. In the flood wilderness, those who have achieved cultivation are all connected with each other by Taoism, but unfortunately, this can only be mastered by strong people above the golden immortal, and it cannot be popularized at all. In the heavenly court, the demon master created the demon text, which is difficult to master above the non-heavenly immortals, and it is only suitable for the demon clan. ”

"At the beginning of the opening of the heavens, there were Taoist texts, there were demon texts in the heavenly court, and even the Wu clan also had unique texts, which were easy to transmit, easy to record, and could be preserved for a long time, but my human race, why don't they have their own words?"

"Writing can be passed down for a long time and record civilization!"

"In the past ten years, I have traveled with Brother Guangming Dao to the human tribe, watching the flowers and flowers, the clouds rolling and the clouds, birds and beasts, scale beetles and fish, mountains, rocks and rivers, etc., I have a feeling, I have a sense of understanding, and I have the prototype of the way of writing, and I want to create a unique text that belongs to my human race, even if it is a three-year-old child, I can learn!"

Chu Yang said solemnly.

"Really?"

The Kai clan was very excited.

"With writing, orderly inheritance, recording civilization, and transmitting news, then the development of our human race will inevitably be rapid!" Youchao was also excited, "The method of planting, the art of breeding, the way of smelting, the inheritance of experience, etc., with records, inheritance, and continuous civilization, will create a real prosperous era belonging to our human race! Even if it declines for a while, it can rise rapidly, which is the foundation of a race." ”

"The most important thing is that with words, as long as our human race is endless, we can pass on our civilization from generation to generation and never forget it! Even after tens of millions of years, the inheritance of our human race will not be broken!"

The three of them are all human ancestors, and they can understand the importance of it with just a few words.

"Three Ancestors, if you agree, then I will set up an altar, pray to heaven and earth, and create words!"

Chu Yang returned the salute.

"Good!"

The Three Ancestors of the Terran nodded.

The 'Buddha of Light' sat quietly all the time, with a kind smile, without saying a word.

On the top of Shouyang Mountain, in front of the ancestral hall, an altar was soon established.

It is eighty-one zhang high and boxy.

There is a big tripod on it, with three legs, two ears and a round mouth!

Chu Yang soared into the air and landed directly in front of the Great Ding, with the three ancestors of the human race and the 'Bright Buddha' on both sides.

Tidy up the clothes, ignite the golden giant incense three zhang high, rush to the Quartet, rush to the heavens and the earth, worship three times, and insert it into the ding.

"The way of heaven is above, and Chu Yang, a disciple of the human race, is polite!"

"Pangu opened the heavens and created the famine, which is an immeasurable merit, and it is worshiped by all spirits forever!"

"Hongjun Dao ancestral method, open the wisdom of all spirits, and enjoy the luck of all races!"

"Nuwa created a human being, and deserves to be sacrificed by my human race for eternity!"

"The Taiqing saint founded the human religion, protected my human race, and should be worshiped by my human race!"

"Today, our human race has developed and grown, in order to better maintain the order of the flood and the inheritance of civilization, the disciples have created words to record merits, write etiquette, spread order, emphasize civilization, abide by rules, set ethics, and continue to inherit and civilize for generations!"

Chu Yang bowed three more times.

He took out a pen, which was based on the spirit of the people of the human race, integrated into the spirit of the desolate Xuanhuang, added to the sand of the stars, the earth of the earth, and the gold of the underworld, and finally refined, which was the spiritual treasure of the day after tomorrow.

Even with Dao Soul means, this is also the limit of refining, and the function is not inferior to any medium-grade innate spirit treasure.

"Oh my God!"

Chu Yang clenched the pen, entered the immortal yuan, wrote in the air, and flew into the sky.

"This is the word of heaven!"

The voice fell, and the sky shook.

Suddenly, dark clouds rolled, and thunder prevailed.

The sky wailed, wept blood and rain, and the wind gusted, blowing all over the desolate land.

The desolation of all souls, the heart sank inexplicably, and there was a sense of sadness, as if it was sinking forever, and it was difficult to turn over.

Especially above Chu Yang's head, the black clouds turned over the ink, and the thunder condensed, but it never landed.

The terrifying pressure was as heavy as a mountain, and the breath of destruction penetrated through the soul, making Chu Yang's heart palpitate and change color in shock. If the thunder falls, let alone him, even the Dao Soul can't stop it.

In the end, the thunder did not fall, but instead fell a golden light, integrated into the word 'sky', this word, hanging above the nine heavens, expanded 100,000 times, and the golden light shone on the wilderness.

Especially the human race, at this moment, they all know the way to write this word, and the meaning it contains.

The flood was shaken, and they all cast their eyes. 、

Above the heavenly court.

"The human race makes words, how can there be such movement?"

Demon Master Kunpeng looked at the desolate land and was very puzzled.

"The human race makes words, luck is churning, it will definitely grow, it has huge potential, and it can't be guarded against!"

Bai Ze frowned.

"It's okay!" Emperor Jun, who was sitting cross-legged on the throne, didn't open his eyes, but said lightly, "Terran, the disease of scabies, don't worry!"

"The human race, created for Nuwa Niangniang, will not threaten us until the end. On the contrary, it is the Wu Clan, who is our mortal enemy!"

Demon Master Kunpeng nodded, but for some reason, he looked at Chu Yang on Shouyang Mountain, and had an inexplicable feeling, like that big ant, like his mortal enemy.

In Kunlun Mountain, the Taiqing sage opened his eyes.

He first looked at the place where the Tongtian Sect Master was, there were many disciples there, the demonic aura was rolling, the voice was mixed, he shook his head slightly, sighed, and looked at the land of the human race.

"Creating words, everything can be learned, and from now on, recording civilization will be passed on endlessly. The human race will grow stronger at this point!" the Taiqing sage thought in his heart, "If you want to be completely prosperous, there will inevitably be a catastrophe, and you will be able to destroy your false luck and polish your foundation, and then you can be completely prosperous." ”

"It's just, Terran Holy Master!"

The Taiqing Sage's brows moved slightly, and finally, he closed his eyes again.

Nuwa Palace.

This palace was rebuilt again.

In the palace, Nuwa Niangniang opened her eyes.

Created by an axe from Pangu's true body, it has now been restored.

"The human race makes words, and my luck grows, so that I can comprehend the way of heaven a little faster, but it's just ......!" Nuwa Niangniang shook her head, "No matter what, the human race will be subservient to the demon race." ”

In Zixiao Palace, Dao Ancestor Hongjun opened his eyes, and then closed them again.

The desolate land, and many other places, have attracted attention.

For example, the two saints of the West, Wuzhuang Guanzhen Yuanzi, the Blood Sea Styx, the ancestral witch, and many other terrifying breaths are also being watched.

Chu Yang ignored the attention of the outside world.

Pick up the pen and continue writing.

"Ground!"

"People!"

The three talents of heaven, earth and man hang high in the sky, living side by side. The words are big, the merits are blessed, the golden light shines and the wilderness, and the universe is fixed.

Chu Yang didn't stop and continued to write.

One by one, they flew into the sky, juxtaposed together, and drove the surrounding black clouds and thunder into the distance, as if opening the passage of the heavenly dome.

His immortal yuan was also rapidly consumed.

The words of creation, connected together, are self-contained.

The human village, all the people worship, the immeasurable luck and the blessing of the mind, so that the light of these words is more dazzling, all evil does not invade, and all laws are not stained.

Eventually, three thousand words appeared in the sky.

"The way of heaven is above, Chu Yang, a disciple of the human race, created three thousand words, inherited the civilization of the human race, and since then, the words have been endless, and the inheritance has continued!"

Chu Yang exhaled a breath of turbid air and worshiped heaven and earth again.

Thundered!

Above the heavenly dome, a heavenly thunder sounded, echoing high in the sky and falling in the hearts of all souls.

The next moment, the waterfall-like merit fell, sweeping away the black clouds and thunder that spread throughout the desolation.

Some of these merits are sprinkled on three thousand words, which is a reward for the first batch of words, and part of it falls on Chu Yang's pen, so that this acquired spiritual treasure will be promoted in an instant, reaching the acquired merit spiritual treasure, only half a step away, you can reach the level of high-grade merit spiritual treasure.

Four sermons appear automatically on it: the Humane Pen.

This is the Heavenly Way Qualitative.

Chu Yang showed excitement, and said secretly in his heart: "With the spread of words and the prosperity of civilization, the follow-up endless stream of merit beliefs and humane pens will definitely be able to evolve to the point of the best merit spiritual treasure the day after tomorrow, but as for the supreme treasure, it is unlikely!"

The last merit falls on him.

No hesitation, direct absorption.

His cultivation skyrocketed, Taiyi was consummated, and in the early stage of Daluo, he did not stop until he reached Daluo consummation.