Hou Gangling didn't care about this, and indulged in the creation of words wholeheartedly. I saw that every time I wrote a word, there was a colorful glow flying to the text, and finally returned to Hou Gangling, the scene was very spectacular. In such a situation, the gods who were secretly observing were all stunned. There is merit in making words, and the immortals in the wilderness naturally know it. After all, there was a demon master Kunpeng who created a demon text before and gained a lot of merits, so the immortals also knew that there would be merit to be obtained in this word creation, but this merit was too big. Especially Kunpeng, looking at the countless merits on Hou Gangling's body, he scolded the injustice of heaven in his heart.

Hou Gangling while waving the pen to write, while reading out the reading of the next word, with more and more words written, Hou Gangling around the golden light font is also more and more, a big as light font will cover Hou Gangling, will have a bear above the sky into a colorful color.

After receiving a thousand words, Hou Gangling took back the pen in his hand and said, "A thousand words in the wilderness, it is now over!" I saw that the thousand glowing fonts were suddenly thrown into Hou Gangling's body and submerged into Hou Gangling's body. At this time, Hou Gangling also finished absorbing the golden light of merit, only to see a burst of golden light flashing on his body, and Hou Gangling's cultivation was like riding a rocket, rising from a mortal body to the peak realm of Da Luo Jin Immortal. Li Yuan couldn't help but admire it, and now that he saw Hou Gang leading the mortals, he suddenly became a Da Luo Jin Immortal, and naturally sighed a little in his heart.

Li Yuan took back the tortoise shell originally engraved by Hou Gangling, and looked at the tortoise shell only to see that twenty-eight words were engraved on it, which is the word created by Hou Gangling, namely: Wu has Jia B, living in the common friend, stopping the world, the style of Qi Guang Name, Zuo Hujia, by Chishui Zun, Ge Mao Ke Xi. This tortoise shell has become a treasure of merit because it has absorbed the merits of the word-making saint.

Hou Gangling because of the merit of making words, Hou Gangling is known as the "sage of word making" the name of the emperor, and because of its words, called Cangjie.

Let's say that when the Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor left, he didn't identify who the next emperor was? So everyone looked at the Xuandu Grand Master, only to see the Xuandu Grand Master with a solemn face, and took out another Taiqing Fu edict from his sleeve, and said: "Where is the Gaoyang Clan?"

Zhen Xuan didn't dare to disobey, and hurriedly came to the Xuandu Archmage, bowed to the ground, and said: "Zhuan Gong asks the ancestor for the decree" The ministers behind him also bowed to the ground, waiting for the Xuandu Archmage to announce the decree with their ears wide open.

The Grand Master of Xuandu unfurled the edict and read it aloud: "Taiqing Taishang Daode Tianzun Edict: Xuanyuan is few and smart, try to assist Xuanyuan in governing the human race, in an orderly manner, and can be admired by the emperor!"

The ministers saw that it was the Taishang Laojun who ordered Zhuan Xuan to be the emperor, and besides, Zhuan Xuan had the ability to govern the human race, so they returned together with those who had no objections. It turns out that the person who is Xuanyuan is the grandson of Xuanyuan, the son of Changyi was also born in Ruoshui, living in the poor mulberry, his mother's name is called Nushu, in the night of 20 years ago, the Beidou Yaoguang starlight masterpiece, fell into the womb, and then felt pregnant, gave birth to the Zhuan Xuanyuan, sealed in Gaoyang, and is also known as Gaoyang's family. He also worshiped and taught Yuding Zhenren as a teacher, and learned the way of governing the country and the Yuqing Taoism.

After becoming the lord of the human race, he was ambitious, set marriage, marry, distinguish between men and women, and set the order of the eldest and youngest.

One year, it rained heavily, for seven days and seven nights, and it was unabated, and suddenly it became a flood, and the water flooded and annihilated countless crops and tribesmen, and the ministers went up to the mountains to avoid the flood, and listened to the sad crying of the people below, and the hearts of the people were sour, but there was no way but to stomp their feet and lament. He was anxious to walk back and forth, not knowing how to retreat to the flood to save the tribesmen, and suddenly his heart moved, and he looked at a tree next to him, only to see that there was a branch on the tree that was multicolored and was scattering a faint light, if he didn't look carefully, it was difficult to see the existence of this branch.

He stepped forward and stretched out his hand to pull the branch, and a five-colored light instantly shot from the branch to his body, and his body was shocked, and he closed his eyes and realized it carefully, only to see him open his eyes with great joy and said: "My clan has salvation."

He held a branch in his right hand and rushed downward, and with a stroke of the flood water, he shouted, "The water is ordered to leave," and as soon as the words fell, the water seemed to be pulled by some force, and gradually flowed in the direction of the East China Sea, and after three days, it merged into the East China Sea, and the flood was eliminated.

Seeing this, the ministers were also relieved, but they saw that the branch suddenly broke free from the hand of the tree, and hung quietly upside down in front of him, and suddenly the colorful light Dasheng suddenly shot a clear air from the direction of Shouyang Mountain, and the branch gradually changed its shape, and a three-foot-three-inch long divine sword hummed softly, trembling, and its sound was ethereal, and the original spirit was turbid.

Zhen Yan grabbed this divine sword tightly, felt the mysterious aura coming from the sword, and was excited in his heart, and bowed in the direction of Shouyang Mountain: "Thank you for the sword."

Zhen Xuan stood up, gently stroked the divine sword, and muttered to himself: "From now on, I will call you to make a painting shadow sword" The divine sword has a spirit, and it bursts out in an instant, shining for thousands of miles, and resting for a long time.

The painting shadow sword refers to the native grass, refers to the tree fruit, refers to the fire extinguished, refers to the beast and beast, is a different from other divine sword, with this sword for the benefit of the human race, for the benefit of the people, is the picture of the sword as a treasure, never leave the body.

When the remnants of the Jiuli tribe moved to the north and south, they have long settled down, but witchcraft is still prevalent, the clansmen believe in the witch clan, do not worship heaven and earth, do not worship the ancestors of the Holy Mother, only respect the twelve ancestors and witches, that is, even some nearby human races are affected by it, and they also follow the worship of the twelve ancestors, which has a tendency to spread.

Zhen Xuan was furious, although the human race is now unified, but there are still the Yi people in the east who have ill intentions, and their combat power is strong, that is, he must also deal with the current wave of unsettled, wave after wave, unexpectedly, the Jiuli Yu tribe is still in the south and the north to stir up trouble, so he raised a large army, first attacked the southern Jiuli Yu tribe, along the way like a bamboo, invincible, and soon after the Jiuli tribe was pacified, only a few clansmen fled to the wild land in the south.

With the power of victory, the army went north to pacify the Jiuli Yu tribe in the north again, and only a few escaped to the grassland in the north After such a big victory, Zhuan Xuan absorbed those Jiuli captives into the bear tribe, and forced the whole country to sacrifice Li Yuan and other three gods, and participate in Xuan Cultivation.

One day, he was dealing with government affairs, and suddenly received a report from the minister, saying that the Yi tribe in the east was in turmoil, and its momentum was fierce and difficult to stop. Zhen Xuan was shocked when he heard this, and he was worried in his heart, and now that he had just returned from the conquest of the Jiuli tribe, the army had not yet recovered, and the Yi tribe took the opportunity to make trouble, which showed that it had been planning for a long time, but what should it do?

Zhuan urgently led the army to the front line, confronted the Yi tribe from afar, looking at the banner three miles away, the morale of the Yi army like a rainbow, Zhen Xu's heart sank, looking at this momentum, although it may not be comparable to the Jiuli army of the year, but it is better than the current bear army The original human race after a hundred years of comfortable life, but it was slack in military affairs, and the army of the bear clan at this time was far less than the lion force of the year.

He asked the ministers behind him, "What should we do in this battle?" Seeing this, he sighed in his heart: If I have the genus of the wind queen herding the dragon, why be afraid.

But it was originally from Xuanyuan, and the countless human holy bodies of the Wind Queen also went to the Huoyun Palace and accompanied Xuanyuan, but Xuanyuan was missing the capable ministers of the Xuanyuan period;

Zhen Xuan strode out and walked towards the opposite side, and the ministers behind him exclaimed in surprise, and two old ministers stepped forward to stop him, and said, "Your Majesty, what is this doing?" After that, he ignored the two of them anymore, strode to the middle of the battlefield, quietly staring at the army opposite, a coercion suddenly burst out from him, pressing towards the Yi clan on the opposite side The shadow sword on his waist flew into the sky with a swish, buzzing softly, the sound became louder, and a sword light shot out from the body of the painting shadow sword for hundreds of miles, and went straight to the Huoyun Palace above the thirty-three days, and instantly hit the bell hanging in front of the palace gate.

As soon as the bell rang, the three Holy Emperors in the Huoyun Palace in this chaotic region were suddenly startled, Fu Xi frowned, and hurriedly pinched his fingers, and after a while, Fang relieved his brows, and said to the other two: "But it is the Sect Ancestor who knows that he is in trouble, so he will wait for us to make a move." ”

Shennong sighed and said, "A few days ago, we worked together to refine a sword, which could just be given to Zhen Xuan to help him quell the rebellion. Hearing this, Xuanyuan also said: "That's right. ”

A sword light immediately shot out from the Huoyun Palace, and instantly passed through countless spaces, appearing in front of Zhuan, Zhuan Xuan looked at it, but it was a divine sword full of starlight, and there was a surging emperor's air surging on the divine sword, he took the divine sword with great joy, bowed in the direction of Huoyun Palace, and said: "Zhuan Xuan bows to thank the three holy emperors for their kindness" Then he flew to the sky with the divine sword in his hand, and shouted loudly towards the Yi clan: "This is the divine sword given by the three emperors of my human race, and you still don't want to surrender?" A wave of imperial qi suddenly burst out from his body, surging towards them, and two large "Soaring" golden characters appeared in the sky on the sword body, dazzling and dazzling, illuminating the universe. As if they had been touched by a certain string in their hearts, the Yi people couldn't help but kneel to the ground and worship to the ground, and the mountains were endless

Below, there are all the people of the bear clan looking at the high in the sky, and they also knelt on the ground, looking at them with admiration, and several old ministers are trembling at the corners of their mouths, and they don't know what to say, their thoughts are ethereal, as if they are recalling the heroism and tragedy of Xuanyuan, as if they are recalling the youth and vigor of the year, and the heroic Lingyun seems to be lamenting the passage of time, and the ambition that has long been lost has returned to the body again, looking at Xuanyuan, just like looking at Xuanyuan back then, so spirited, so tall and so majestic.

With the submission of the Yi people, the territory led by Zhuan Xuan has been large, the moving things, the gods of the small sky, the sun and the moon shine, all belong to the people of Jingyuan to plan, dredge and governor, raise materials to any land, carry the time to like the sky, according to the ghosts and gods to control righteousness, control the qi to educate, and sincerity to sacrifice is to the people and everyone is respectful.

As he grew older, it was time for him to take the Zen position.