Prehistoric: The first disciple of the sect

Chapter 32 [Creating demon literature, two religions competing]

Now Kunpeng's cultivation has been stuck in the early stage of quasi-sage for millions of years. If he has merit, he may be able to break through to the middle stage of quasi-sage in one fell swoop. Even Demon Emperor Jun will not be able to suppress him by then.

Thinking about it makes me feel aggrieved. He Kunpeng is a quasi-saint-level strongman, but he only has the position of demon saint in the demon court. He has no rights at all, and the luck he enjoys is so low.

How could this not make him feel aggrieved?

Just do whatever you want, without stopping for a moment, waving the magic in your hands, constantly carving words like tadpoles in the Demon Master's Palace.

Zhang Yan's written words, carried by the laws of heaven, were conveyed to the hearts of the entire prehistoric human race, and were deeply engraved in their hearts.

"In this way, the human race has inherited writing, and will be able to pass on knowledge even if there are disturbances in the future."

Needless to say, the importance of inheritance. With inheritance, humans can record what can and cannot be eaten, and can even convey the thoughts of the previous generation through writing.

"There's only so much I can do!"

"The demon clan is about to move. I must cultivate to a higher level before the demon clan disturbs the human race."

Zhang Yan was determined and had a plan. He didn't stay much longer, but set up the golden light and galloped towards Kunlun Mountain.

"Junior brother Guangchengzi, you hurt my Jiejiao disciple, what do you mean?"

Taoist Duobao had a gloomy look on his face, leading many direct disciples of the outer sect of Jie Jiao to confront many disciples of Chan Jiao.

Guangchengzi looked even worse, especially when Taoist Duobao pointed at him and shouted at him.

"Senior Brother Duobao, please ask your junior brother, he actually wants to hunt the crane."

"Xianhe is from the same clan as my senior brother Baihe. If you come to my Yuxu Palace to do such a thing, what if I teach him a lesson?"

"Humph!"

Taoist Duobao snorted coldly and looked at the pale man, his brows filled with disgust, but he was a disciple of Jie Jiao after all, and as his senior brother, Taoist Duobao, since he was here, he had to breathe a sigh of relief for his junior brother.

Then he looked at Guangchengzi coldly again and said: "This matter is my junior brother Xu Ling's fault. You leave it to me to deal with it. I will never tolerate him."

"But it's not your responsibility to teach him this. He is my disciple."

"You almost beat my junior brother to death. You must give an explanation for this matter."

Guangchengzi laughed angrily, "Explain, what explanation do you want, maybe beat me up?"

"Not to mention, whether you have this ability or not, if you dare to do this, aren't you afraid that Senior Brother Zhang Yan will come to your door and ask you to give an explanation?"

"The prehistoric world is a place where the weak prey on the strong. Your junior brother is not as good as me in cultivation, so what if I beat him?"

"Good! Good! Good!"

Taoist Duobao's expression was unusually cold, and his voice was even colder, "In the ancient times, the jungle was strong and the jungle was strong. If you say you are stronger than my junior brother, then let me compete with you."

The ferocious aura all over his body was revealed, that kind of wild beast-like arrogance, and the entire Yuxu mountain top was covered with a layer of bloody and ferocious aura.

"Here comes the sword!"

Taoist Duobao groaned, and the soul-killing sword in his hand glowed with blood-red light.

"Hoohoo!"

The wind howled, Taoist Duobao's whole body exploded with momentum, and he was already at the peak of Golden Immortal cultivation.

Everyone in Chanjiao was a little surprised. A hundred years ago, Taoist Duobao had just broken through to the late stage of Golden Immortal. However, in just a hundred years, he had reached the peak of Golden Immortal. This speed of cultivation is really shocking. At this moment, Zhang Yan is not here, and the one with the highest cultivation level is Guang Chengzi, who is at the peak of the middle stage of Jinxian, and there is still some distance between him and the later stage.

Especially a hundred years ago, the combat prowess displayed by Taoist Duobao had few opponents at the same level. In this situation, Jie Jiao was obviously superior.

Guangchengzi gritted his teeth, and his Luoxia clothes exuded a halo like purple clouds. He held a pair of black and white swords in each hand, and stood facing the wind towards Taoist Duobao, "I'm afraid of you, so fight!"

"Humph!"

Duobao snorted coldly, and the bloody sword light flashed across the sky and rushed towards Guang Chengzi.

"clang!"

As the attack approaches, the top-grade innate spiritual treasure Luoxia Yi blooms with infinite brilliance, blocking the attack of the soul-killing knife.

However, Guangchengzi also felt uncomfortable. Under Duobao's attack, his magic power trembled, the light of Luoxiayi dimmed a little, and its power was greatly reduced.

The advantage of mastering an innate spiritual treasure is very great, but it also depends on who you are fighting against. Taoist Duobao is both an authentic Taoist sect with profound Taoist foundations, and is also a prehistoric alien species. To put it bluntly, even if they are of the same level , even Guangchengzi may not be able to defeat Duobao.

As for the innate spirit, Duobao also has it, and it is also the soul-killing knife that mainly kills. Guangchengzi has no chance of winning at all.

"Junior Brother Guangchengzi, I know that you, Chanjiao, are face-saving people, but if you bully me like this, I, Duobao, must seek justice."

"I'll give you a chance now. As long as you apologize, the matter will be revealed."

Master Yuding took out the Immortal Killing Sword, stood beside Guangchengzi and shouted: "Hmph! Taoist Duobao, what are your abilities when you bully a small one?"

"hehe!"

Duobao sneered and said, "Then you all come together."

"Don't look down on my teachings. If senior brother were here, you would still dare to speak arrogantly."

Taiyi Zhenren and Chi Jingjing said coldly, and at the same time took out the offensive weapons given by Yuanshi Tianzun, and took a step forward to stand with Guangchengzi Yuding and others.

The few people who stood up at this moment were all very close to Zhang Yanguang Chengzi. As for Cihang Manjusri Guangfa and others, they frowned, obviously not wanting to cause trouble, and just watching quietly.

"Zhang Yan."

"Hmph! Even if he comes, I will give you an explanation so that I can take this opportunity to have a discussion."

Guangchengzi and others mentioned Zhang Yan to Duobao one after another, because they thought Duobao was weaker than Zhang Yan.

But Duobao didn't think so. He was now at the peak of Golden Immortal cultivation, and his advancement in cultivation gave him strong confidence. No matter how powerful Zhang Yan was, he would still be at the late Golden Immortal stage at most.

You must know that the late Golden Immortal and the peak Golden Immortal are not at the same level at all. The depth of mana is just like the difference between the early and late Golden Immortal. If you really want to fight, it cannot be compensated by magical powers and spells.

Taoist Duobao's eyes were flashing with inexplicable emotions. He remembered that Tongtian praised Zhang Yan in front of them some time ago, and he was even more angry. He thought to himself: "If Zhang Yan dares to come, I must let Master know that I am too much." Bao is definitely no worse than Zhang Yan."

"Hmph, what nonsense are you talking about? Let's fight!"

Guangchengzi's face was solemn, and golden light enveloped his whole body. In an instant, he crossed a distance of hundreds of feet and appeared beside Duobao. Two sword lights, one black and one white, flashed past.

"clang!"

"Compared to the golden light displayed by Zhang Yan a hundred years ago, you are far behind."

(End of this chapter)