Prehistoric: The first disciple of the sect

Chapter 31 [God’s merits, humanity’s destiny]

However, just as the "Heavenly Way" rune escaped into the Eye of Heaven's Punishment, the situation stopped in an instant.

The dark clouds covering millions of the earth instantly solidified at this moment, as if they were frozen, and the oppressive momentum was completely imprisoned.

"Boom!"

The dark clouds changed, but after a few hundred breaths, they disappeared without a trace. The huge Eye of Punishment also disappeared at this moment. In a moment, the sky turned into a clear sky again, as if everything that happened before was just a scene. Dream.

"This is how the same thing?"

Zhang Yan stared blankly at the sky. If it weren't for the 2998 runes still vaguely hovering in the sky, he would have thought this was just a dream.

"The way of heaven!"

Zhang Yan's heart tightened, but at this moment, the runes scattered all over the sky were blooming with infinite brilliance, becoming more majestic than before.

At the same time, in the sky, the boundless black and yellow energy condensed in the clouds, which was hundreds of miles wide. The boundless merit energy condensed in the sky, and then fell down.

Three of the layers fell towards the 2998 characters, and seven layers poured into Zhang Yan's body, coating him with a layer of golden gauze.

"Boom!"

The immeasurable Xuanhuang Qi of merit is almost the greatest merit that the saint has ever received since he became a saint.

The merits entered the body and were faintly fused with Zhang Yan Yuanshen, but he stopped him. Yuanshi Tianzun said that merits have a wide range of uses, and using them to increase cultivation is the lowest form.

At the same time, Zhang Yan himself is unwilling to use merit to enhance his cultivation. This will cause his Dao foundation to be unstable. Even if he advances, he will be much weaker than the strong ones of the same level.

The most important thing is that as an authentic sect of Xuanmen, he doesn't need to worry about his cultivation at all. With the yinmeng of the saint and the great luck of explaining the teaching, it is only a matter of time before he becomes the Great Luo Jinxian.

"call out!"

The sound that resounded through the sky woke Zhang Yan up, but he saw that the 2998 runes in the sky were exuding a mysterious and mysterious aura after absorbing the Xuanhuang merit energy.

Zhang Yan's mind condensed and his expression became even more solemn.

"Today, the human race Zhang Yan has created a human inscription here for the inheritance of the human race's firewood, and to look to the sky to learn from it."

Zhang Yan's voice echoed throughout the ancient land, like the sound of a bell. In the hearts of all races, the humans who felt it stopped their movements and listened quietly to the voice coming from their minds.

"people."

When Zhang Yan shouted loudly, the number of "people" floating in the sky instantly increased several times. Each stroke followed rules. It was only two strokes, but it contained thousands of years of evolution of the human race.

After the character "人" evolved, it dissipated directly between heaven and earth, and was carried by the laws of heaven and sent into the hearts of countless people.

"land!"

"Law!"

"Word!"

".."

Under the law of heaven, the entire human race has deeply engraved these 2998 words, and at the same time, it has a profound impact on the name Zhang Yan.

As Zhang Yan established the human language, powerful people from all over the world felt that the human luck had at least doubled. Even with the "Human Religion" established by the Taiqing Saint, the luck had skyrocketed several times. However, there are three levels of luck in the human religion that have flowed to Zhang Yan.

And Zhang Yan was related to Chanjiao, which caused Chanjiao's entire fortune to rise by more than three levels.

I naturally know that such a big thing happened to the human race.

"Zhang Yan! It's really good." I nodded happily. The human race has the method of inheritance, which is a great joy for the human religion. This means that the luck of the human religion will continue. As long as there is inheritance, , the human religion will last forever.

As for the three levels of luck divided by Zhang Yan, this is nothing.

The three pure things come from the same body, and the luck of the three religions is like a flower blooming on the same branch. The ups and downs of the luck of the three religions are all involved.

At least, this is not a bad thing for me, it can even be said to be a great good thing.

Yuxu Palace, deep inside.

In the splendid palace, Yuanshi Tianzun, who had white hair and beard, had a smile on his lips.

"Chanjiao's luck has risen even further than Jiejiao's."

"Tongtian, I have told you a long time ago that the disciples are good but not numerous. You do not have the innate treasure to suppress your destiny, and there are all good and bad people in your sect. If this continues, there will be great disaster."

After Jie Jiao established the sect, he recruited many disciples, and now there are hundreds of them. Although his luck is huge, he is only under the Human Sect, but Tongtian originally advocates killing and has a straightforward temper. Yuanshi Tianzun has already expected that Tongtian will do this. s consequence.

Biyou Palace on Kunlun Mountain.

The leader of Tongtian Cult was preaching to his disciples when he suddenly felt a surge in the Qi of Chanting and Jie Jiao, which was accompanied by a sudden rise in the luck of Jie Jiao, and his mind suddenly moved.

"Brother Yuanshi has taken on a good disciple, which is enviable."

Tongtian's eyebrows rose and he laughed heartily and said: "You must learn from your senior brother Zhang Yan. Now he is a man of great merit. Haha, it is our Xuanmen that is making things happen."

The disciples below all frowned when they heard this. The three sects discussed the Tao. The name Zhang Yan was very famous, and some of the outer disciples of the Jie sect had heard of it for a long time.

But Taoist Ruduobao, the direct disciple of Jiejiao, frowned when he heard this. No matter what, Tongtian, as his master, praised other disciples, which inevitably made everyone feel unhappy.

But with the saint in front of them, everyone can only bury it deep in their hearts.

In the demon clan's heaven, there is a palace. This palace is made entirely of the essence of black ice. It is crystal clear and a cold air can be felt from a distance.

This is the palace of Kunpeng Demon Saint, one of the Demon Saints of Demon Court. This palace has been refined by him into a high-grade innate spiritual treasure. It is both a palace and a magic weapon.

A middle-aged man with a gloomy face was meditating in the palace. He was the Kunpeng ancestor.

But at this moment, he suddenly heard the words that spread throughout the world, and the rich aura of black and yellow merit, and woke up from his retreat.

His cold eyes seemed to have penetrated the layers of obstacles between heaven and earth, and he saw a young man making a great oath to the way of heaven.

"Word?"

For some reason, as Kunpeng murmured these two words, his whole body felt like he was on a whim.

"Humans have writing, why don't we, the demon clan?"

Kunpeng's expression was startled, and then there was a surge of thoughts in his heart, and his eyes shone brightly.

"My way is fulfilled!"

"Hahaha!"

Apparently, Zhang Yan's creation of characters for the human race aroused Kunpeng's nervous thoughts.

He decided to imitate Zhang Yan and create a kind of writing that belonged to the demon clan, and the moment his writing was created, Xuanhuang merit would inevitably come.

(End of this chapter)