As the words fell, the wind and clouds suddenly changed color, and the sky began to turn black quickly, like the heavy ink, emitting an extremely depressing aura.

At the same time, ghosts and wolves howled in the vast world. All those with spirits had strange emotions in their hearts at this moment, and various strange phenomena filled the entire vast sky.

However, facing this kind of scene, Cangjie seemed to be ready and shouted loudly: "Today, our Cangjie created three thousand humanities, the vast world is proof, and the sun and the moon are the masters!"

Then, Cangjie slowly spit out one human word after another.

"Heaven." The sound is loud, like a morning bell and evening drum, which can alert all living beings. And above the word "Heaven", it exudes an extremely broad atmosphere, just like this word, which represents the vast sky.

"Earth." After the words "Earth." As soon as the word "Earth" was finished, the word "Earth" seemed to turn into a land, exuding an extremely heavy aura, carrying thousands of living beings.

As soon as the word "man." was released, the human race in the prehistoric world felt something and looked up. The light of the human race was constantly reflected in its pupils, making the human race seem to have found its belonging, and the heart seemed to be much more stable.

As soon as the three words "Heaven, Earth, and Man" appeared, three golden lights instantly hung above the sky, constantly evolving the three talents of heaven and earth, filled with the Taoist rhyme, which made people unable to look directly at it.

The words "yin and yang" appear again, one black and one white, intertwined, containing the changes of the four seasons and the passage of time.

After the word "life, death" appeared, hundreds of millions of creatures and evil ghosts in the underworld, at this moment, all of them were sensing, all of which were growing, flourishing, and withering. The breath of death also exuded a sense of reincarnation.

"Sun, moon, stars..." With Cangjie's creation of characters, strange phenomena frequently arise, the sun spreads across the sky, and the moon swells into the sky? The stars in the sky are shining brightly? The wind is howling, and the fire is burning? They are all revealed at this moment.

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As Cangjie slowly created the characters, dark clouds appeared in the sky? The thunder power contained in it also roared like an angry dragon at this moment, as if every trajectory had the ability to destroy the world.

But facing all this? Cangjie seemed to have known it in his heart for a long time? But facing the violent and cruel thunder? Cangjie also continued directly? No thought or hesitation.

Because he knew that what he did now is for the human race? It is to attract the human race to inherit it? Therefore, as early as the moment he finished the text, he had already put his life and death aside.

Rumble!

But although Cangjie was prepared for a long time, Shennong, who saw all this, was already scared because he knew that it was not easy for Cangjie to create characters. If it was destroyed here now, then it could be said that Cangjie's efforts in this life were in vain.

The inheritance of the human race will inevitably be postponed.

Thinking of this, Shennong also wanted to ask Duobao to save Cangjie's life.

However, Duobao had no confidence in his heart when facing the violent thunder. Just when he was struggling, a message was heard and directly relieved his predicament.

Then, Duobao said slowly to Shennong: "This thunder tribulation is not to destroy human language."

After hearing this, Shennong was shocked at first, his eyes were filled with incredibleness. You know, the aura emitted by this violent thunder was just a wisp, which made Shennong breathless.

But now, Duobao said that this was not to destroy human language, but it was really hard for him to accept it.

As for Duobao, he could naturally see what Shennong thought. He also explained slowly: "As the protagonist of the prehistoric world, the human race must have been passed down through the passage of time. Since the human race's writing records the inheritance of the human race, it must have to withstand this test."

"If you successfully overcome the tribulation, there will be no worries about the human race's inheritance. If you fail to overcome the tribulation, it can only be said that the time has not come."

At this moment, Shennong looked at the three thousand words that were constantly flashing in the sky, and his heart was even more nervous and his eyes were filled with sorrow.

As for Cangjie, he looked up and did not look up at the dark thunder tribulation. Although he was nervous, his face was also dull.

But this seemed to have completely angered the thunder tribulation, and in the thunder tribulation, there was an endless stream of thunder. At this moment, it looked more like a sea of ​​thunder, constantly roaring, looking extremely terrifying, as if it was about to destroy the world.

As the divine thunders fell, they turned into world-destroying thunder dragons, heading straight for Cangjie, emitting divine power that destroyed the world, as if they were really going to put Cangjie to death.

Faced with this kind of scene, the three thousand words that have been written seem to exude endless spirituality at this moment.

When facing Cangjie's disaster, he also emitted a series of spiritual lights, and then finally gathered into a long humanistic dragon, exuding an unparalleled aura, directly destroying one falling thunder after another.

But the heavenly tribulation is so terrifying. No matter how terrifying this long dragon of humanities is, it is powerless for him.

And as thunder descended, the long humanistic dragon slowly dissipated the light of the spirit, as if all this was about to dissipate.

Cangjie, who had seen all this, looked at the words that were already dim, and a hint of understanding flashed in his eyes.

However, since he can spend his whole life creating human characters, he will spare no effort to protect these things.

In this regard, Cangjie also sacrificed himself with his weak cultivation to gain a trace of vitality for the three thousand people's culture.

As the humanistic dragon turned blood red, a dragon roar suddenly rang, and the words also regained their inspiration.

Then he flew straight into the thunder tribulation. Since he was already facing destruction, he might as well be in the end and might have a chance.

After the humanistic dragon entered the thunder tribulation, it seemed that it brought out a trace of light in the absolute darkness. Looking at the lights, like a sharp sword constantly raging in the black clouds.

At this moment, countless human races seemed to see a glimmer of hope, and were filled with light.

As for this scene, Shuichi, who saw all this, also saw the final expectation and would try his best to do his best.

Then, with the blessing of the humanitarian power of Guanyi, the billions of human races in the prehistoric world were constantly emitting milky white thought power, and then rushed straight into the humanistic dragon.

This makes the long dragon expand and brings it a scattered capital.

Finally, under the last dragon roar, the thunder tribulation dissipated, and the humanistic long dragon returned to Cangjie at this moment.

But his eyes were closed and he had no life.

At this moment, countless human races were also full of concern, hoping that Cangjie would wake up slowly.

Finally, after that cup of tea, the sky was completely dyed golden, exuding an extremely mysterious and peaceful aura, which made countless people feel excited and comfortable when they left.

And this is the merit of Dao Cangjie's creation of characters.

As the Nine Success Destiny entered the body, one of the top humans spread all over the land. Finally, Cangjie slowly opened his eyes.

Then slowly read the pronunciation of the humanistic.

At this moment, the sky and the earth were shaking, and countless inadequate ancient bells and drums also woke up countless human races at this moment.

This also means that the human race finally has its own words.

In the prehistoric world, there are no longer only Taoist literature, demon literature and wizard literature. From now on, there is another article, that is humanity.

"Cangjie, Wenzu!"

"Cangjie, Wenzu!"

"Cangjie, Wenzu!"

At this moment, countless human races shouted the name of Cangjie's Wenzu, and their voices were vast and shocked the vast world.

The power of divine power was even spread to the eighteen levels of hell in the underworld. For a moment, all ghosts cried together. Cangjie created characters and really shocked the world and cried ghosts and gods!

All living beings and powerful people in the prehistoric world are all awesome.

In the void, three thousand basic words emit bright golden light, and bursts of mysterious aura spread across billions of miles.

At this moment, these twinkling golden lights were as bright as the sun star in the eyes of the human race, because this means that the inheritance of the human race finally ushered in light.
Chapter completed!