At the foot of Buzhou Mountain, the central city, Kunpeng raised his head and looked ahead, the city wall with a radius of hundreds of millions of miles and towering into the clouds, the city wall was engraved with runes to form a formation, the formation in the array, the luxurious and magnificent atmosphere of the momentum rushed towards him.

Countless teams of guards on the city wall wore immortal armor and held the magic weapon of the unified system in their hands, patrolling in teams to guard the safety of the city.

Kunpeng paid the entrance fee to enter the central city, the noisy and lively city, people come and go, the traffic is busy, rows of high-rise buildings and shops on both sides of the street are lined up, you can see the monks of Taiyi Jinxian and Da Luo Jinxian everywhere, more like hawkers standing in front of the shops to bargain, the towering and brilliant edifice in the central square is even more faintly ethereal, a little less depressed, and has become the scenery in the painting.

The square is surrounded by people playing and relaxing, the green turf, the trees on both sides of the road are spring, countless exotic flowers and plants are mixed in, leaving behind the monotonous green, making people taste the brilliance of color, and there are some rare innate spiritual root old trees in the desolate continent standing upright.

The hustle and bustle of the big city is a quiet corner, the antique construction of countless towns, the innate aura is like liquefaction, and the small bridge and flowing water flow in it, in the bustling and busy big city, it can still retain this piece of quiet place with the freedom and tranquility of the soul, and thousands of monks live in it.

Kunpeng admired the scenery all the way, thinking about his own cultivation path all the way, at this time, it has been 50,000 years since Kunpeng left the Northern Underworld, Kunpeng has walked all the way to the Flood Wilderness Continent, and has seen hundreds of millions of sentient beings, some have transformed into shapes, and there are no transformational ones, and the Flood Wilderness Hundred Tribes can only rely on their instincts to swallow the weather aura and cultivate the essence of the moon.

An idea suddenly emerged in Kunpeng's heart, to find a path of cultivation with the function of inheritance for hundreds of millions of sentient beings.

But I always feel that there is something missing, what is missing, and Kunpeng has not figured out this problem in the past 50,000 years.

"Pangu opens the world, two instruments and four elephants follow the ......" not far away came the sound of many people reading at the same time, Kunpeng raised his head and saw that there was a academy not far ahead, which was the famous Pangu Academy in the entire flood wilderness.

Kunpeng involuntarily followed the source of the sound into Pangu Academy, a huge hall, which was full of tables and chairs, a monk below the level of a celestial immortal, all the clans of the flood and wilderness could be found in it, and he was reading aloud seriously, on the high platform of the main hall, a monk who cultivated as a Da Luo Jin Immortal was explaining the meaning of the difference between witch and divine scripts, and a light flashed in Kunpeng's mind in an instant.

"I know what is missing if I want to have a inheritance technique, it's words!" Kunpeng looked so excited that he almost shouted.

Creating a cultivation method that can have a memory of inheritance is to be recorded in words, Kunpeng suddenly remembered that when he listened to the sermon in Zixiao Palace, the dense Heavenly Dao Divine Scripts engraved on the walls of the main hall of Zixiao Palace were a little different from the Great Dao Divine Texts and Wu Texts seen in Pangu Academy, but they were also somewhat godlike.

Kunpeng immediately walked into the huge hall of Pangu Academy, and began to seriously study the explanation of the Da Luo Jinxian on the high platform, with the explanation on the high platform, Kunpeng was immediately fascinated, and constantly deduced various words in his mind, combined with the mysterious Heavenly Dao Divine Text in Zixiao Palace, deduced new words.

Unconsciously, the high platform had stopped explaining, and Kunpeng also woke up, bowed slightly to the Da Luo Jinxian monk on the high platform, turned around and left Pangu Academy, and returned to the North Underworld in the Sea of the North Underworld, preparing to retreat and create a new text.

Writing is a symbol system used to record language, and it is an indispensable part of the inheritance of civilization, it is easy to learn, but how difficult it is to create words, even if Kunpeng has already slowed down Luo Jinxian's cultivation, it is also difficult to create a text in a short time, so now I can only learn from the Great Dao Divine Script, the Heavenly Dao Divine Script and the Wu Script, and then combine what I have seen and heard in the Flood Continent over the years to create a text that is different from these three scripts.

Maybe the opportunity has come, maybe the goddess of fate has begun to favor the ancestor of Kunpeng, the years pass, time never stops, and the vicissitudes of life have passed unconsciously in the Kunpeng retreat to create words.

"Hahaha, Ancestor, I finally succeeded. ”

After 30,000 years, Kunpeng finally created his own words from the reference of three languages, a total of 3,000 words, corresponding to the three thousand avenues, the words have mysterious and unpredictable powers, and they can inadvertently communicate the truth of heaven and earth contained in the three thousand avenues!

Kunpeng walked out of the Northern Sea of Styx and floated in the void.

"The way of heaven is above, now Kunpeng traveled to the desolate continent, and saw that when hundreds of millions of sentient beings cultivated, there was no written record of the exercises, and there was much inconvenience. ”

As soon as Kunpeng's serious and respectful words fell, the three thousand demon texts in his hands drifted towards the void one by one.

"Boom!" The voice of the Heavenly Dao in response sounded from the unknown depths of the chaos, and a mysterious Heavenly Dao power rushed into the three thousand demon texts floating above the Northern Netherworld.

I saw that the three thousand demon texts appeared one by one in the void of the entire Flood Desolation World, and the billions of creatures in the entire Flood Desolation World suddenly felt that one word after another appeared in their minds, and those beings who instinctively absorbed the Yue Yue Essence or the innate aura cultivation had a simple cultivation method directly in their minds!

"Thank you, Kunpeng Ancestor!"

Countless desolate creatures felt the grace of Kunpeng, and bowed in the direction of the North Stygian Sea, and inexplicably opened their mouths to worship Xie Kunpeng Ancestor.

"Boom!"

There were ripples in the void of the Northern Sea of Styls, and a basin-sized pillar of merit shot towards the Kunpeng Ancestor from the depths of the chaotic and inexplicable void, but it was the Heavenly Dao that felt that the Kunpeng Ancestor created a text to improve the Heavenly Dao, which was beneficial to the development of the Great World of the Flood Desolation, and had great merit for the billions of living beings in the Flood Desolation, and rewarded the light of merit.

The pillar of merit golden light wrapped Kunpeng's whole body, frantically pouring into his body, Kunpeng Ancestor sat cross-legged, and his whole body cultivation suddenly rose while he took advantage of it, Kunpeng seized the opportunity and instantly cut out the good corpse with the help of the power of merit.

"Finally broke through the Da Luo Jin Immortal Certificate and obtained the quasi-saint. Kunpeng burst into tears at this moment, how difficult it was, he finally stepped into the ranks of the quasi-saint masters of the Flood Wilderness, and his hard work of about 100,000 years was not in vain.

"Congratulations to Daoyou for obtaining the quasi-saint!" Just as Kunpeng was about to return to the North Hades Palace to have a good understanding of the quasi-saint cultivation realm, a voice came from a distance, two figures, the one who spoke was Di Jun, and the one who followed him was Taiyi.

During the years of Kunpeng's retreat, a lot of things have happened in the Great World of the Flood Wilderness, Emperor Jun and Taiyi took the ten demon marshals or persuasion, or coercion, or temptation, or direct killing, sweeping the entire Southern Continent, most of the Northern Continent and a small part of the Eastern Continent.

After years of expansion, Ten Thousand Demon Mountain suddenly became the largest force in the Great World of the Flood Desolation, with more manpower than the Eastern Princes and the Western Queen Mother, and the territory was larger than that of the Wu Clan, and the reputation of Emperor Jun and Taiyi over the years spread throughout the Flood Desolation Land.

Taiyi saw that his own power was expanding, and his manpower was more than twice as many as that of the Wu Clan, and Taiyi, who was wealthy and coveted dozens of big cities of the Wu Clan, was ready to pull up his people to settle accounts with the Wu Clan, but he was stopped by Di Jun.

As soon as the two calmed down, they first found Peng Kun, an ally, and directly swallowed Peng Kun's power, and then ate the power of the Eastern Prince, and then fought with the Wu Clan.

"It turned out to be Di Jun and Tai Yi and two Taoist friends, the two Taoist friends are invited quickly!" Kunpeng stepped forward, made a gesture of please, and took Di Jun and Tai Yi into the North Hades Palace in the Sea of the North Underworld.

The three of them took their seats, and Kunpeng instructed his subordinates to prepare wine and spirit fruit to entertain the two.

"Kunpeng Daoyou created a demon text for our demon clan, and he should be the master of ten thousand demons, the poor Dao brothers are ready to invite Daoyou to go to Ten Thousand Demon Mountain to preside over the overall situation, what do you think?" After a few glasses of wine, Taiyi spoke directly.

Taiyi didn't hide his emotions at all, and directly invited Kunpeng, but his tone was very arrogant and condescending.

Di Jun pulled Tai Yi by the hand, although Di Jun also had the same idea as Tai Yi in his heart, but Di Jun knew that since Kunpeng took in so many monks last time, the strength in his hands was also very strong, in case the two sides tore their faces, it would also be a big blow to the forces of Ten Thousand Demon Mountain.

"Thank you Taiyi for your kindness, Kunpeng now has a big business, how can I go away for a while, I also want to think about my hundreds of millions of living beings in the Northern Underworld, we have already made a covenant, if there is something in the Ten Thousand Demon Mountain, I will definitely help."

As his cultivation deepened, Kunpeng found that at that time, Emperor Jun and Taiyi wanted to dominate the flood famine, and the way to gather most of the luck of the flood famine became more and more ethereal.

Not to mention Sanqing, Nuwa and others, as well as the twelve ancestors of the Wu clan, would the Hongjun Ancestor of Zixiao Palace alone agree with them to dominate the Great World of the Flood and Desolation?

Kunpeng thought about it in his heart, and felt impossible, even if Hongjun Ancestor really agreed, there was also the biggest force of the Wu Clan, Kunpeng really didn't know how strong the Wu Clan was before, but after visiting the Central City this time, he understood it more deeply, in fact, those monks who opened shops in the Central City or lived in the Central City were already a community of interests with the Wu Clan.

Therefore, the strength of the Wu clan is not only the Wu clan, but also the group of people who survive on the Wu clan.

When Di Jun heard this, he felt that what Kunpeng said was a bit false, but Di Jun had no choice for a while, before he came, he thought that Kunpeng was the cultivation of Da Luo Jin Immortal, and he didn't pinch it as much as he wanted, but now they are both in the same quasi-holy realm, and the two of them are in Kunpeng's lair, if they really fight, it will be their brothers who will suffer.

"Oh, Daoist friends are polite, if Tongyou figure it out, you want to join our Ten Thousand Demon Mountain, and the position of the Master of Ten Thousand Demons is waiting for you. Di Jun still didn't give up, he still had a trace of illusion, and wanted to win over Kunpeng's forces.

Taiyi was a little annoyed for a moment, this Kunpeng is too ignorant, doesn't he know that even if he is a quasi-saint at the same time, there are also strong and weak people? Taiyi was suddenly full of anger, and he couldn't wait to immediately sacrifice the Chaos Bell to slaughter Kunpeng, in the past tens of thousands of years, those great supernatural powers in the flood wilderness mentioned their brothers, who dared not let three points.

"Hmph!" Di Jun looked at Taiyi and snorted softly, Taiyi knew that this was the eldest brother and asked him not to act rashly.

Taiyi suddenly turned his head away, and directly picked up a jar of fine wine and poured it into his mouth.

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