Cangjie ignored the thunder tribulation above his head, and continued to wave the branches in his hand, one by one the oldest words were created, fire, house, clothing, martial arts, literature... As the words were created one by one, the thunder tribulation in the sky became more and more condensed, as if the heavens were angry. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The saints, Zhen Yuanzi and those hidden powers gradually understood that the human race was about to become the protagonist of heaven and earth, and now Cangjie made words, so the human race could have written records of the secrets of heaven and earth and the inheritance of the human race, passed down from generation to generation, forever, and almost completely cut off the hope of other races to become the protagonist of the desolate world, which is really a move against the sky.

If today's calamity condenses, it is actually a test for Cangjie and even the entire human race, when Cangjie finishes making words, the heavenly tribulation will also come, if this calamity is overcome, the human race will have its own writing from then on, passed down from generation to generation, the luck of the human race will naturally increase greatly, if this calamity can not be passed, the human race will lose its writing, the luck will be damaged, and other races will have the opportunity to replace the human race to become the protagonist of heaven and earth.

As Cangjie created more and more words, the power of the catastrophe became more and more terrifying, and even Zhen Yuanzi on the side was terrified, such a catastrophe, Rao is afraid that it would be difficult for him to survive unscathed, not to mention that Cangjie has no cultivation, and Cangjie is still making words, and the power of the catastrophe is fortunately enhanced.

"Huh..." I don't know how long it took, Cangjie exhaled a mouthful of turbid breath heavily, and shouted loudly: "The three thousand words of the human race are now over, and the way of heaven is both." "Three thousand words hovered in the air, emitting a faint white light, under the pitch-black tribulation, like three thousand stars, giving people a little comfort in the terrifying black clouds of the tribulation.

As soon as Cangjie's voice fell, the clouds in the sky immediately began to change, and the thunder bursted, giving people an extremely heavy feeling, and now the power of the heavenly tribulation has made Zhen Yuanzi's face pale, such a thunder tribulation, even with his cultivation at the peak of the quasi-saint, I am afraid it will be difficult to get through, looking at Cangjie under the thunder tribulation, Zhen Yuanzi is naturally extremely worried.

But this heavenly tribulation is a test of the Heavenly Dao, and it cannot be replaced at all, otherwise it will only increase the power of the heavenly tribulation, and there are many great powers who are very happy in their hearts to see such a heavenly tribulation, these great powers are naturally not people of the human race, and they naturally do not want the Cangjie Tribulation to succeed, so their race will forever lose the opportunity to win the famine.

"!!Boom" followed by a loud bang, the first thunder tribulation fell, three thousand words like a big array, living this thunder tribulation, did not let it fall on Cangjie, although the thunder tribulation did not fall, but at this time Cangjie situation is not very good.

Cangjie made words, in order to peek into the sky, although when the words were made, the three thousand words blocked the power of the catastrophe for him, but now that the words are completed, Cangjie has exhausted his strength, and now the three thousand words are under the bombardment of the thunder tribulation, or let the silk Tianwei come through, and fall on Cangjie, Cangjie is naturally in a worse situation.

As the thunder tribulation fell, although it still did not shatter the three thousand words, the soft white light emitted by the three thousand words became fainter and fainter, after the nine heavenly thunders, this faint white light was almost completely invisible, I am afraid that the next thunder tribulation will completely break through the defense of the three thousand words, but Cangjie will also be completely destroyed under the bombardment of the heavenly thunder.

When Zhen Yuanzi saw such a scene, he was sad and indignant in his heart, if this was the opportunity that Styx said, Zhen Yuanzi would rather not, he knew that this was the case, it was better to bring him back to Wuzhuang Guan after Hongyun was reincarnated as Cangjie, and then guide Cangjie to embark on the path of cultivation, although it will take an unknown number of years for Cangjie to recover the true spirit of his previous life, but it is not safe.

Looking at Cangjie under the thunder tribulation, Zhen Yuanzi gritted his teeth, as if he had made up his mind, he wanted to step out, rush into the thunder tribulation, and block the thunder tribulation for Cangjie, although he knew that this was almost impossible, so it would only anger the Heavenly Dao, but he had no other way, if he wanted to die together, he couldn't watch the red cloud fall.

The friendship between Zhen Yuanzi and Hongyun is far stronger than that of Sanqing and the two sages of the West, one resolutely left Wuzhuang Temple in order not to drag the other down, although it was almost a certain death situation outside, but he still did so, and now the other can also die resolutely for that one.

Just as Zhen Yuanzi was about to take that step, a mana pulled him, "Why should Zhen Yuanzi Daoist be alarmed, the Red Cloud Daoist will be safe and sound." Zhen Yuanzi was shocked, and when he looked back, it turned out to be the arrival of the four ancestors of the human race, and the person who spoke was the self-corpse of the River Styx, the martial ancestor of the human race, Mu Sen.

As if to verify Mu Sen's words, Zhen Yuanzi suddenly saw below, Cangjie, who was already overwhelmed, actually staggered to his feet, and what surprised him even more was that Cangjie's eyes opened a pair of eyes, these eyes were like Zhou Tianxingchen, extremely deep, that is, Zhen Yuanzi just glanced at Cangjie's strange eyes, and he was slightly distracted for a moment.

Cangjie looked up at the rolling thunderclouds in the sky, his face was not afraid, and the newly opened eyes above his head suddenly shot out two white lights, which were directly reflected on the three thousand words he had created, and the images reflected by the three thousand words were countless times larger than the original words, as if they were all over the desolate sky.

Cangjie looked up to the sky and roared: "Sons and daughters of the human race, use your thoughts to prop up a strong barrier for the civilization of the human race!" The voice was full of Cangjie's unwillingness, he didn't want the words he made to be destroyed by the heavens, he didn't want the human race to have no own words, and he didn't want the civilization and inheritance of the human race to be intermittent, what he wanted was the civilization of the human race to last forever, and the inheritance of the human race would never die.

Cangjie's sad and indignant roar for a while actually overshadowed the rolling thunder in the air, spreading throughout the entire flood wilderness, all the human races were stunned, looking at the sky, looking at the three thousand words that had been magnified countless times, their hearts seemed to be grabbed, and they could no longer take their eyes off.

The Flood Desolation Saint, all the powers were stunned, Cangjie actually wanted to contend with the will of the Heavens, what a crazy move, although this can gather the will of the Clan on these three thousand words, but this is also a challenge to the majesty of the Heavenly Tribulation, or rather, this is completely a challenge to the majesty of the Heavenly Dao.

Just as they thought, they were innocently angry, and the clouds suddenly expanded several times, and their power had already frightened the saints, but Cangjie was still fearless, and the will of countless human races was condensed on the three thousand words, and the three thousand words suddenly underwent earth-shaking changes.

The white light that had weakened on the original three thousand words suddenly became shining again, and there seemed to be an extra three thousand days under the black curtain of the clouds, not only that, but with the continuous convergence of the will of the human race, since the white light on the three thousand words slowly turned into colorful light, the terrifying coercion of the clouds actually faintly showed signs of being suppressed.

Zhen Yuanzi was stunned by this scene, and the four Mu Sen on his side looked at each other and smiled, and shouted loudly in unison: "The human race is immortal, and the martial arts are endless." "With the voices of the four people, the martial arts will of the four people was blessed on the word 'Wu' created by Cangjie, and the word 'Wu' instantly became several times larger, becoming the strongest and largest of the three thousand characters.

But this is just the beginning, with the shouts of the four ancestors, in the holy land of the human race, countless martial arts wills rose to the sky, converging into a torrent of martial arts, and went straight into the word 'wu' in Cangjie, the word 'wu' instantly expanded countless times, and the other four largest words 'heaven', 'earth', 'people', and 'immortals' all surrounded the word 'wu', and the rest of the words were like stars holding the moon, arching around these five big characters.

Everyone was stunned, so strong, is this really the strength that a race that has only been born for tens of thousands of years can have? When the will of the human race gathers together, the Heavenly Tribulation seems to have become a foil, and as the Heavenly Tribulation continues to fall, the three thousand words seem to have undergone a baptism, and they become more shining.

After the ninety-nine eighty-one thunder tribulation, the tribulation clouds dispersed, and all the beings in the desolation were like dreams, unable to believe what was happening in front of them, the heavenly tribulation with the power of a saint could not hurt the human race in the slightest, and even the three thousand words were unscathed under the heavenly tribulation, but became extremely shining.

As soon as the catastrophe dissipated, only to hear the thunder above the nine heavens, a thick golden light of merit fell from the sky, and the entire flood was stunned, this golden light of merit can be compared to the sum of the merits of the human emperor Fuxi and the emperor Shennong, they even doubted that Cangjie got this merit, would he be able to preach the mixed yuan on the ground, if the human race had a strong mixed yuan who completely belonged to him, it would be terrible.