The land of the North Underworld, in the Beiming Dojo.

Since Kunpeng returned from Zixiao Palace, he has been cultivating in his own dojo, hoping to break through his cultivation.

The three paths that Hongjun said, he thought about it, although he also had one or two high-grade spiritual treasures, but it was unrealistic to want three corpses to become enlightened.

As for the Tao with strength, it is as strong as the Pangu God, it is impossible to do it, let alone his situation. As for the way of the mixed element, it is no easier than the way of the three corpses.

So after thinking about it for a long time, Kunpeng decided that he could take the path of merit. Although the merits required to achieve sanctification are extremely large, and Hong Huang does not have this opportunity at this time, he can accumulate little by little, and accumulate a lot.

And these years of enlightenment finally made him discover a direction, creating demon texts.

If you have a successful cultivation, you are a demon, and the demon clan is mostly transformed by birds and beasts, and Kunpeng is naturally a member of the demon clan. At this time, in the wilderness, there are formed Taoist texts and witch texts, but among the demon clans, there is no own writing.

So he decided to create his own demon script, so that the demon clan could have their own writing inheritance.

"If you succeed in creating a demon script, the merit should be not small. Kunpeng made up his mind in his heart and began to comprehend the Demon Creation.

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Fifteen hundred years after returning from Zixiao Palace, a terrifying aura rose from the Beiming Dojo in vain.

Above the nine heavens, the heavenly tribulation gathered.

Kunpeng rose in the air, stared at the clouds above the nine heavens, and said in a deep voice, "The way of heaven is proof, my Kunpeng Guan Demon Clan's inheritance is missing, and today I specially created my own demon text, with the inheritance of the whole demon clan, the demon text is not lost, the demon clan is not destroyed, and the way of heaven is learned!"

Kunpeng's words contain the sound of the Great Dao, which instantly conveys the entire flood wilderness.

Writing for a clan, this matter is not trivial, and the way of heaven can use his power to convey the desolation, but what the result is, only he and the demon text survive this catastrophe can be known.

Kunpeng used his fingers as a pen to write mysterious words in the void, flying beside him, each word exuding a brilliant golden light, and the breath was terrifying. There are as many as 36,000 demon texts in total, which is in line with the number of Zhou Tian.

In the midst of the Heavenly Tribulation, the Tribulation Thunder fell violently, falling on Kunpeng and Demon Wen respectively. If the demon text can't support the test of the Heavenly Tribulation, then it will fall short, and Kunpeng will be seriously injured, and even fall under the Heavenly Tribulation.

Kunpeng's eyes were cold, and with a touch of his hand, a stone tablet flew out, directly blocking the thunder. At this time, the beating golden words also blocked the divine thunder.

Demon Wen absorbed the luck of the demon clan at this time, and his aura suddenly soared, and these heavenly tribulations could not destroy them at all.

Seeing this, a smile appeared on Kunpeng's face, and he concentrated on dealing with the catastrophe.

One after another divine thunder fell, and in the blink of an eye, eighty-one divine thunders had already fallen, and there was still the last one.

"Boom!"

The divine thunder fell, slashing straight towards the demon text.

The brilliance in Kunpeng's hand flowed, and with a wave of his hand, 36,000 demon texts flew up and collided with the divine thunder.

The divine thunder collapsed, and the demon text bloomed with a brilliant golden light, shining on half of the world, and the sound of the demon text sounded in the heaven and earth, and countless demon clans heard it, so drunk.

"Demon Wen, stand!"

At this time, Kunpeng said softly in his mouth, and the voice conveyed the entire flood wilderness, and countless creatures, gods, and demons stared at the northern underworld.

Then, with a move in his hand, the stone tablet flew back into his hand, and with a wave of his hand, a ray of light fell into it, and he said softly, "From now on, you will be my magic weapon, the Demon Monument!"

"Buzz!"

The demon inscription tablet trembled slightly, the golden light appeared, and the breath was pervasive, and it seemed that he was very happy with the name.

After some refining of the Heavenly Tribulation and the promotion of the Demon Text, the grade of the Demon Inscription Tablet has also been improved a lot, although it has not reached the top level, but the power emitted in the hands of Kunpeng is not below the ordinary top level.

Above the nine heavens, the clouds dispersed. Then, I saw a crack in the sky, and a burst of golden light fell.

"Golden ...... of Merit"

Looking at the falling golden light, Kunpeng looked overjoyed. The merit of his own plan has finally arrived. Looking at the richness of the golden light of merit, it is really not small, after all, this is the writing of a clan, and it is not an ordinary thing.

Thinking that he used to preach for the demon clan in the Northern Hades Palace, he received very little merit. This time, after more than 1,000 years of enlightenment, he comprehended the demon script, but he got so many merits, and Kunpeng also saw a glimmer of hope.

With a wave of his hand, after receiving the merits, Kunpeng's figure flashed and returned to the Northern Hell Dojo.

At this time, the merit is in hand, but it is not difficult to cut off the good corpse, and it is not difficult to cut off the evil corpse with evil thoughts in the heart, but as for obsession, it is difficult to do. Kunpeng said in a deep voice.

After a while, I heard a light sigh, "Okay, let's cut off the good corpse first, and then make plans!"

Kunpeng was already in the early stage of the quasi-saint realm at this time, and if he succeeded in cutting off the good corpse, his strength could directly enter the middle stage. If the speed is faster, he will still use the Northern Hades Palace to behead another corpse, and at that time, he will be a master of the late stage of the quasi-saint.

But if you go further to the top, you may have a chance, but if you want to preach, it will be very difficult. However, Kunpeng didn't think about it so much, and only focused on cutting off the good corpse.