"Boom!"

A roar resounded through the heavens and the earth, and the blue sky was enveloped by a layer of golden light in an instant.

Raising his head, Yang Xuan looked at it and saw that the auspicious clouds in the sky had evolved into various auspicious clouds, which were very beautiful.

There was a touch of holiness and immensity, as well as an indescribable sense of mystery in the dazzling eyes.

The golden light was intertwined, and a golden canopy was formed in the sky within a radius of 100 miles.

When the young men around saw this scene, they all stood in place in shock, with a look of fear on their faces. Some even knelt on the ground, kowtowing while chanting words in their mouths.

"It's finally here."

Yang Xuan, who was bathed in golden light, was even more surprised to find that his body was involuntarily suspended.

"Buzz"

Suddenly, a pillar of golden light pierced through the sky and fell straight down towards Yang Xuan, and Yang Xuan's entire figure was shrouded in a dazzling golden light in an instant.

At this moment, a piece of information poured into Yang Xuan's mind.

"Merit?"

Yang Xuan was stunned at first, but soon his heart was ecstatic.

"It worked!"

As for whether he can rely on papermaking to obtain merit, Yang Xuan was not sure at the beginning.

Although he relied on the papermaking process he got in the world of fairy swords to make rice paper, he didn't know whether it belonged to the category of original or improved.

Yang Xuan remembered that such a thing as paper had already appeared before Cai Lun improved papermaking techniques, no later than the time of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty.

The era in which I live now is only about 30 years from the Western Han Dynasty, and it is likely that there are already writing vehicles similar to "paper", but because the technology is not mature enough, it cannot replace bamboo slips.

Now it seems that I am overly worried.

What about originality? What about improvements?

Being able to make it so convenient for the human race to use a cheap writing vehicle is definitely a great achievement.

Such a powerful vision of heaven and earth has naturally been noticed by many people, including many powerful monks.

For a while, countless eyes were on this small village.

"What's going on? There is such a vision of heaven and earth! ”

"If the poor Dao is not wrong, such a vision of heaven and earth should be a merit from the heavens, and the earth is surging with golden lotus."

"What? It's actually a merit from heaven!! How many years has it been since Nanzhan Chau appeared!! ”

One by one, they looked at the golden light in the distance, and their eyes couldn't help but have a touch of envy and admiration. Voices with different tones such as envy, exclamation, and admiration are mixed in.

Merit, that is merit, after Nuwa sanctified with merit, no one in the flood desolation knew the use of merit.

Merit can be said to be a reward given by heaven and earth, and only monks who have meritorious service to heaven and earth can be recognized by heaven and earth.

The uses of merit are even more varied, not only can it refine weapons, alchemy, improve cultivation, and even can bless oneself and keep one's luck undiminished, but also make one's own luck deeper and reduce the possibility of falling.

The wonderful use of merit is absolutely beyond everyone's imagination, and no one is idle.

Although countless monks were envious of the existence of merit and wanted to replace it, no one dared to rush forward.

What can you do at this time?

Robbing?

No one has the courage to do that!

In the wilderness, if the merits on your body have accumulated to a certain extent, then you are equivalent to having a gold medal for avoiding death.

Any monk who wants to kill someone with great merit must weigh in advance whether he can resolve the huge karmic causes and effects that arise after killing the other person.

Otherwise, even a saint will frown.

Merit can't be snatched! If the other party's cultivation is amazing, he will kill you directly.

When countless eyes converged, I was envious and guessed which lucky person got the great opportunity.

It's a good idea to make friends later.

Sitting in the void, Yang Xuan's eyes were closed, and his body was filled with the golden light of merit, feeling that his cultivation at the moment was improving at an astonishing speed, and he began to change at this moment, from the soul to the **.

"Wonderful"

A faint smile appeared at the corner of Yang Xuan's mouth, which was an unstoppable feeling. He was even surprised to find that his sense of his surroundings became clearer and clearer at this moment.

Although Yang Xuan is a human race, his soul comes from the blue star, and his body is a human race that covers the world, not a human race created by Nuwa in the flood wilderness.

To put it mildly, there is a certain gap between Yang Xuan's self and this world.

Don't underestimate these barriers, the cultivation in the early stage may not be obvious, and there will be a lot of difficulties in the later stage.

Just like the open and tolerant Tang Dynasty in many people, when dealing with those Hu nobles who naturalized the Tang Dynasty, no matter how talented they are, they can only be the envoys of the festival at most.

As for the entry and exit of the generals, into the central leadership...... Hehe, if you are not of my race, your heart will be different, you Hu people still shed blood and sacrificed for the Tang Dynasty in the frontier.

But these are all in the past, and now, with the blessing of merit, this barrier is completely gone.

Yang Xuan, an outsider, after adding merit, is no different from the aborigines in the flood wilderness.

In the deep hall, a figure dressed in a dark crown and wearing a crown on his head, sitting on a throne, slowly opened his eyes, and a slight glint flashed in his eyes.

"Is there merit from heaven?"

A deep voice sounded in the hall, and when I looked closely, I saw that the person who spoke was only a young man who was no more than a weak crown.

But if there is a powerful monk here, he will be surprised to find that this person is extremely lucky, and above his head there is a golden dragon looming.

"Interesting"

The young man got up slowly, his eyes were quiet, a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and a momentum of contempt emanated from him, and the golden dragon above his head became clearer and clearer, and it was difficult to hide his pride in the world between his breaths.

"The widow wants to see who can be so created."

Thirty-three days away, in the endless chaos, there is no colorlessness and formlessness, there is no distinction between yin and yang, and the five elements are indiscriminate.

A purple palace is suspended in it, the sound of the Tao is like thunder, condensed Xuanhuang, and the aura of the mystery is looming, simple and full of Taoist rhyme.

On the holy plaque of the palace, there are three mysterious and mysterious characters.

Zixiao Palace, these three words represent the highest place in the flood wilderness.

In the main hall, an old man in a white robe sat on a high futon, without any emotion on his face, and it was cold and frightening.

The robe does not have too much embellishment, and the clear lines simply outline a few strokes, but it also looks profound and inexplicable, exuding the mystery of heaven and earth.

Above the old man's head, a broken dark jade butterfly swirled drippingly, emitting a heavy layer of immeasurable mystery, infinite mystery, and immeasurable starlight.

Opening his eyes slightly, a vast and boundless holy power filled the hall in an instant, and the surrounding chaotic qi retreated one after another.

The dark and waveless eyes are deep and far-reaching, reflecting the mysteries of various avenue laws, as if they can see through everything in the world at a glance.

"Oh?"

The old man opened his thin lips slightly, and the old voice was remembered in the hall, but it was like the most mysterious and profound voice in the world, containing countless philosophical avenues.

For a time, the golden lotus swelled in the hall, the glow was bursting, and the inscriptions on the avenue formed golden flowers and fell into the hall.

"Another traverser?"