Chapter 30 Beiming Kunpeng, Creating Demonic Text

Two divine thunders struck down together, taking away all the power of the Tribulation Cloud, wrapped in a terrifying aura of destruction, and brushed through the void, leaving deep traces, and the spiritual energy roared.

The creatures within a radius of thousands of miles raised their heads and looked pale as they watched the two divine thunders falling down. The terrifying aura of destruction could be clearly felt even thousands of miles away. The vast power of the sky was so vast that it could not rise to a trace of resistance.

The Yimu Avenue stood in the void, and two divine thunders fell on it and began to destroy the Yimu Avenue. However, Zhen Yuanzi's great road was solid at this time, and even the divine thunder was terrifying, it would not be destroyed for a moment.

Below, Zhen Yuanzi's expression slightly condensed, and a celebratory cloud rose from the heavenly spirit. Among the celebratory clouds surrounded by misty air, the shadow of the ginseng fruit tree bloomed in it.

"Buzz!"

Yimu Avenue shook slightly, and a vast Yimu Qingqi burst out suddenly. At this time, the ginseng fruit tree in Zhenyuanzi Qingyun rose into the sky and fell into Yimu Avenue.

"boom!"

At this time, two divine thunders exploded. Under the impact of the terrifying aura, cracks appeared in Yimu Avenue, and waves of aura emitted from Yimu Avenue, covering a thousand miles of radius.

"puff!"

Zhen Yuanzi only felt a sweet throat, and a mouthful of blood was spitting out, looking pale as paper.

"Fortunately, this disaster has been overcome. If there is still, Yimu Avenue must collapse..." Zhen Yuanzi gently wiped the blood at the corner of his mouth and said in a deep voice.

Above the nine heavens, the catastrophe clouds dissipated, and a ray of light fell on Zhen Yuanzi. In an instant, the aura on his body rose again, and it was not until the early stage of the quasi-saint that it stopped steadily.

...

After seeing the power of the heavenly tribulation, some of the innate gods and demons in Wanshou Mountain who were tens of thousands of miles in a radius of tens of thousands of miles were hesitant at this time. The way of Hunyuan, the heavenly tribulation is accompanied by his own strength, and he knows his own strength. This is the four-syllable thunder tribulation, which is enough to take his own life.

However, when he walked the path of the three corpses, he did not have the innate spiritual treasure in his hand, so it was extremely difficult to break through to the quasi-saint. After thinking for a long time, some innate gods and demons actually set out toward the Ten Thousand Immortal Alliance.

The Ten Thousand Immortal Alliance is powerful and has great luck, which may be of some help to cultivation. Moreover, the Ten Thousand Immortal Alliance is getting stronger and stronger, and there may be spiritual treasures. If there is some contribution, you can get one.

Zhen Yuanzi didn't know about these things. He was immersed in the joy of breaking through. After a long time, he left the place where he passed the tribulation and headed to a place with a more scenic and spiritual energy in Wanshou Mountain.

Hunyuan Mountain, in the Hunyuan Palace.

Seeing Zhen Yuanzi successfully passing the heavenly tribulation, Mo Li nodded slightly, waved his hand, and a light penetrated into the void, traveling through countless time and space, and falling into Zhen Yuanzi's hands.

"Thank you for your advice!" Zhen Yuanzi checked the information and bowed deeply in the direction of Hunyuan Palace.

Then, Zhen Yuanzi waved his hand and a brilliant fairy palace appeared out of thin air, nestled among the mountains.

In the plaque above the door, there is the ancient Taoist word "Wuzhuangguan", the treasure light flows, and the Taoist rhyme is heavenly. There is also a couplet below, "The Immortal Palace of Immortality, the Taoist family with Tianshou" and is hung on both sides of the gate.

This was refined by him by himself, and then the Moli Qiankun Cauldron was refined again. At this time, it was already the level of the low-grade innate spiritual treasure. Although it was not considered a powerful magic weapon, it was very rare.

Immediately afterwards, Zhen Yuanzi waved his hand again, and a towering ginseng fruit tree appeared in the backyard, emitting bursts of Yimu green air.

At this time, Zhen Yuanzi became more and more skillful in his sleeves. In addition, he practiced the Hunyuan Palace's time and space path and Mo Li's preaching, and at this time, Qian Kun was carrying some spatial laws, which was many times stronger than when he had just understood this magical power.

...

After doing all this, Zhen Yuanzi finally showed a smile on his face. When he just stepped out to walk towards Wuzhuang Temple, he saw two bamboos next to Wuzhuang Temple, which was faintly transforming.

He walked forward and saw the bamboo look, but he was secretly amazed. Because these two bamboos actually looked like four sides, he smiled on his face and said, "Square Bamboo, Sifang Bamboo, since I have a fate with me, I will enlighten you today..."

After saying that, he stretched out his finger and pointed it on the Sifang Bamboo. The two Sifang Bamboos suddenly turned into two Taoist boys and knelt down and said, "Qingfeng, bright moon, see the master..."

"Okay, okay, get up quickly, there is no need to be too polite..." Zhen Yuanzi nodded slightly.

Qingfeng Mingyue stood up when she heard this. Then, under the leadership of Zhen Yuanzi, the two walked towards Wuzhuang Temple.

...

The land of Beiming, in the Beiming Taoist temple.

Since returning from Zixiao Palace, Kunpeng has been practicing in his own temple, hoping to break through his cultivation.

After thinking about the three paths Hongjun mentioned, he thought about it. Although he also had one or two top-grade spiritual treasures, it was unrealistic to want the three corpses to achieve enlightenment.

As for experiencing the Tao with strength, it is impossible to achieve it as strong as the great god Pangu, let alone his situation. As for the way of Hunyuan, it is not 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 merit required to become a saint of merit is extremely huge, and there is no such opportunity at this time, he can accumulate little by little, and accumulate less and become more.

And over the years of understanding, he finally discovered a direction, creating demon texts.

If you succeed in your cultivation, you will become a monster. Most of the demon clans are transformed by birds, beasts and spirits. Kunpeng is naturally considered a person of the demon clan. At this time, there were formed Taoist and Wuwen in the prehistoric world. As for the demon clans, there were no words of their own.

So he decided to create the demon text himself so that the demon clan could have its own writing inheritance.

"If you successfully create a demon text, the merit should be quite good." Kunpeng made up his mind and began to comprehend the demon text.

...

One thousand five hundred years after returning from Zixiao Palace, a terrifying aura suddenly soared into the sky from the Beiming Taoist Temple.

Above the nine heavens, heavenly tribulations gather.

Kunpeng rose up in the air, staring at the catastrophe clouds above the nine heavens, and said in a deep voice, "The way of heaven is proved. Kunpeng sees the lack of inheritance of the demon clan. Today, he created his own demonic text. He inherits the entire demon clan. The demon clan is not lost, and the demon clan is immortal, and the way of heaven is understood!"

Kunpeng's words contained the sound of the great way and instantly conveyed the entire world.

It is a matter of establishing words for a clan. The way of heaven can use his power to convey the prehistoric world, but the result is only when he and Yaowen survived this disaster.

Kunpeng used his fingers as his pen to write mysterious words in the void, flying beside him, each of which emitted a brilliant golden light, and was shocked. There were as many as 36,000 demonic texts, which were in line with the number of the Zhoutian.

During the heavenly tribulation, the thunder of the catastrophe fell down, falling on Kunpeng and the demon text respectively. If the demon text cannot support the test of the heavenly tribulation, then the effort will be in vain, and Kunpeng will be seriously injured and even fall under the heavenly tribulation.

Kunpeng's eyes turned cold, and when a stone tablet flew out from his hand, it directly blocked the catastrophe thunder. At this time, the beating golden words also blocked the divine thunder.

The demon text absorbed the fortune of the demon clan at this time, and the aura suddenly increased. These heavenly tribulations could not destroy them at all.

Seeing this, Kunpeng showed a smile on his face and focused on dealing with the heavenly disaster.

One divine thunder after another fell. In a blink of an eye, eighty-one divine thunders had already fallen, and the last one was left.

"boom!"

The divine thunder fell and struck directly towards the demon text.

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

The divine thunder collapsed, and the demonic text burst out with a brilliant golden light, shining on half of the world. The sound of the demonic text sounded from the world. Countless demon clans heard it, and it was so drunk.

"Demonic text, stand!"

...
Chapter completed!