Zhou Chen's creation and deduction of the Terran script had an impact on the desolate world and was far more than just the Terran and the Three Sects.

In the Demon Race Heaven and Earth of the Thirty-Three Days, there is a palace in the middle of nowhere.

This palace is built from the ice pith of the Northern Stygian, not to mention crystal clear, and at the same time, it also lingers with a deep and terrifying chill.

This ice palace is one of the demon saints of the demon clan today, where the Kunpeng ancestor is located.

It is not only a palace, but also a magic weapon.

Countless Yuan Hui sacrifices, Kunpeng Ancestor has already refined this palace to the realm of top-grade innate spirit treasures.

A middle-aged man with a gloomy face was meditating in the depths of the palace, and he was the Kunpeng Ancestor.

At this moment, Kunpeng Ancestor suddenly heard a sound that spread throughout the entire Desolate Heaven and Earth, as well as the incomparably hot Xuanhuang Meritorious Qi, which made him immediately wake up from his retreat.

The long and narrow eyes condensed slightly, and the Kunpeng Ancestor seemed to have penetrated through the barriers of many spatial barriers, and saw Zhou Chen, who was being blessed by the power of the Heavenly Dao.

"Terran text?!"

For some reason, when Kunpeng Ancestor said these two syllables, his whole person felt like a whim.

"The human race has a text that has come out of the world, why don't the monster tribe have it?!"

Kunpeng Ancestor's expression was slightly stunned, and he muttered to himself.

Immediately afterward, a surge of thoughts appeared in his heart, and the depths of his eyes were full of divine light.

"Hahaha!"

"I'm done!"

At this moment, the Kunpeng Ancestor was obviously inspired by Zhou Chen's act of deducing and creating words.

This made him make a decision in his heart, wanting to emulate Zhou Chen to create a script that belongs exclusively to the demon clan.

Today's demon clan is one of the overlords between the desolate heaven and earth, as long as he can do something beneficial to the demon clan, then there will inevitably be heavenly merits.

Kunpeng Ancestor's cultivation strength was already stuck in the early stage of the Quasi-Saint for several years, and if he could obtain an objective merit power, he would definitely be able to break through to the realm of the mid-stage Quasi-Saint in one fell swoop.

At that time, even if it was the Demon Emperor Jun and the Eastern Emperor Taiyi, they would not want to continue to suppress him.

I think that his Kunpeng Ancestor is also one of the three thousand guests of Zixiao Palace, and he is also a quasi-saint power in the Mixed Yuan Golden Immortal Realm.

As a result, in this demon court, he only had the false name of a demon saint, and he didn't even have the slightest power in his hands, and the blessing of luck was even more minimal.

How could Kunpeng Ancestor not feel aggrieved? How could he be willing?

Just do it when you think of it, Kunpeng Ancestor didn't hesitate or delay at all, and he directly entered the state of retreat.

If he doesn't create the text of the demon clan, and if he doesn't set foot in the realm of the middle stage of the quasi-saint, he will definitely not get out.

Zhou Chen never knew that his act of creating and deducing words would attract so much attention from the powerful people between the desolate heaven and earth.

At this moment, with the blessing of the power of the Heavenly Dao, he imprinted all three thousand words in the depths of the soul of the Honghuang Human Race.

The importance of written inheritance is self-evident, and with writing, the human race can inherit and record its own experience.

What can be eaten, what cannot be eaten, and even the thoughts of the previous generation can be conveyed through words.

"Nowadays, the Terran script has come out in the world, which has greatly enhanced the process of the prosperity of the Terran race.

That's all I can do for the time being.

The Lich Tribulation is about to begin, and the Terrans are bound to be plagued by many calamities.

For the sake of today's plan, the most important thing is to improve the cultivation to strength. ”

Zhou Chen looked in the direction where Zhou Shenshan was, and he let out a long sigh and said.

He knew that in the future, when the demon clan and the witch clan would start a decisive battle, the demon emperor Jun would use the flesh and blood of the human race to refine the witch slayer sword in order to destroy the true body of the ancestor of the witch clan.

This is a terrible catastrophe for the human race.

With Zhou Chen's current cultivation realm, he couldn't stop this catastrophe from happening at all.

But in the best possible situation, Zhou Chen still hopes to be able to shelter enough Terrans, after all, he himself is also from the Terran race.

As a human being, how could he have watched his own people suffer?

It is precisely because of this that Zhou Chen now has no idea of continuing to go to the ancestral land of the human race.

Instead, he was preparing to turn around and return to Kunlun Divine Mountain to retreat and practice, so as to improve his own cultivation realm.

In this process of creating deduction texts for the human race, Zhou Chen also got full benefits.

In addition to the 2,998 merit spirit treasure texts, as well as a large amount of merit and luck, Zhou Chen's understanding of the laws of the Heavenly Dao has also improved a lot.

After all, when he faced the Eye of Heavenly Punishment before, the inside of his eyes showed endless Dao rhyme.

As long as these perceptions can be precipitated and absorbed, this will undoubtedly greatly improve Zhou Chen's cultivation realm.

As soon as his mind moved, Zhou Chen didn't continue to linger too long, he directly raised a touch of golden light and galloped away in the direction of Kunlun Divine Mountain.

Just when Zhou Chen rushed back to Kunlun Mountain, under the Qilin Cliff at the top of Kunlun, a dispute was intensifying.

"Guang Chengzi, what do you mean by injuring my sect members?!"

The elder brother of the Interception Sect, Duobao Daoren, looked indifferent, and he took many of the outer disciples of the Interception Sect to confront the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Sect.

Guang Chengzi, the head of the twelve golden immortals, also had a very good-looking face, especially when he was scolded by Duobao Dao people so named.

"Senior Brother Duobao, let me ask your junior brother, what did he do? Your good junior brother actually wants to hunt the crane on my Qilin Cliff! ”

"These cranes are the same clan as the white crane, a disciple of my senior brother in the South Pole, and my nephew is a close attendant of my master."

"You intercepted the disciples of the sect to hunt the cranes, and where did you put the face of my sect?!"

"He came to me to teach and do such evil deeds, what should I teach him a lesson?!"

Guang Chengzi's eyes stared indifferently at Duobao Daoren and other sect interception disciples, and asked in a loud voice.

"Humph!"

When Duobao Dao heard this, he immediately snorted coldly.

He glanced at the pale man beside him, his brows filled with incomparable disgust and disgust.

It's just that this person is a disciple of his sect after all, and he, as the senior brother of the sect, is naturally impossible to deal with his own junior disciples, especially in front of the disciples of the sect.

If there is anything, after returning to the Shangqing Palace, I will talk about it behind closed doors.

As for this moment, it is natural to take a breath for his junior brother.

Immediately, Duobao Daoist looked at Guang Chengzi with cold eyes again, and he said out loud with an expressionless face: "This matter is indeed the fault of my sect disciples.

Don't worry, when I return to the door, I will never spare him. ”

Speaking of this, Duobao Daoren's words changed, and the expression on his face became more and more indifferent: "But no matter how you say it, this is also a matter for me to intercept and teach myself, and it is not my turn to wait for the disciples to punish."

This matter, Guangchengzi, you must give an explanation to the poor road! ”

"Confess? What do you want to explain? Isn't it possible to beat the poor road half to death? ”

Hearing this in his ears, Guang Chengzi laughed angrily, he didn't even call him a senior brother anymore.