Chapter 122 Three Thousand Verses, Humanities

West, above Lingshan.

"Senior brother, is it going to be over all the things we have set up?"

Zhunti frowned and looked at Xing Yindao.

What I have set up in the West has improved so many Rongyi. Is it over like this? In the end, it will be a waste?

Hearing the words, he did not answer, looked at the place where the human race was and whispered, "It's almost..."

Hearing this, a light lit up in front of Zhunti’s eyes. My senior brother, and he has a backup plan?

He looked at him, a look of surprise flashed through his eyes, and then a curve appeared on his face.

...

At the same time, Fengqi is in the mountains.

"I didn't expect that the West would have a backup plan. Xuanyuan is afraid there will be a crisis this time..."

Nuwa raised her eyebrows and spoke in a voice.

"Don't worry, everything has its own fixed..."

The Supreme One said calmly. He glanced at the human race and smiled, "The time is almost done..."

Nuwa frowned and looked at him, not understanding what his actions meant. But after thinking about it, since he said that, I think Xuanyuan will not have anything to do, so I don’t have to worry too much.

After all, this matter is not only about the human race, but also about the perfection of humanity. Naturally, Taishang will not make this matter unable to proceed smoothly.

Since the Supreme One said this, there are obviously variables, so you don’t need to worry too much about this matter.

Her eyes turned and she fell into the human race again.

...

Human race, the land of Banquan.

Rong Yi watched Xuanyuan Sword fall, and a terrifying aura suddenly burst out from his body, and a breath that was enough to change Qingchen's face was condensed.

"Buzz!"

Rong Yi's eyebrows shook, and his eyes were filled with bright golden light. The misty golden aura continued to spread from the corners of his eyes. His body was shrouded in golden light and his eyes filled with golden light, and scriptures appeared.

"Amitabha!"

I don’t know where to start or where to come from, a Western Tao sounded slowly, penetrating the long river of time and space. All the monks and creatures who heard it all showed the expression of conversion, and their hearts were facing the Western Way.

"call out!"

In a billionth of an instant, a scripture flew out of Rong Yi's eyes and condensed into substance, piercing through the void to the extent visible to the naked eye, quickly escalating, and then blocking Xuanyuan's sword.

"Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!"

In the next moment, scriptures followed by scriptures flew out from Rong Yi's eyes, each of which was visible to the naked eye. The vast aura of the great way was scattered across the vast land, and countless monks and powerful people were shocked.

Is this the West's back?

Three thousand Taos and three thousand Taos of scriptures are the last step for Western Taoism!

Then every scripture is not something that Daluo Jinxian can do. Three thousand scriptures gather together. How could Xuanyuan be a rival to Rong Yi at this time?

"Father!"

The girl's expression changed and she roared, wanting to save her, but now, even if she was fighting to fall, the Red Flame Beast would stop her.

Not only the Red Flame Beast, but also the Medicine Master and others, they tried their best to stop Qingchen and others.

In the holy land.

Although Suiren, Fuxi and the Second Patriarch were worried, just now, the teacher (the leader) said that there was no need to take action for the time being, so they could hold it back.

Otherwise, Rong Yi would have fallen long ago.

So what if the rules are broken? This is a matter for the human race, and it is not the West’s turn to make trouble.

Suiren and Fuxi are not afraid of the two saints of the West. If they don’t work, they will have a fight. The human race is not afraid of the West now.

But since it was ordered by the Supreme Emperor, they temporarily held back.

"Could it be..."

A thought flashed across the Sacred Heart of Suiren, and there seemed to be a look of surprise on his face. He looked at the land of Banquan again.

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Human race, the land of Banquan.

Xuanyuan's expression changed. The Rong Yi now is no longer the Rong Yi. He is in the center of the three thousand scriptures and constantly makes seals in his hands. The sounds of the great Tao of Western Taoism are heard from him. The vast aura and brilliant golden light cover the land of billions of miles.

Each of the three thousand scriptures was visible to the naked eye. At this time, a huge circle formed, wrapping Rong Yi in it. The dazzling golden light made him feel as if he was in a golden ocean.

His eyes were filled with golden light, and a trace of misty air emanated from the corners of his eyes.

"!"

Suddenly, a Buddhist seal was cast in Rong Yi's hand, and he pushed forward, and then he saw the three thousand scriptures flying towards Xuanyuan.

Each scripture turns into an endless killing weapon, as if the murderous intent that penetrates the sky and the sky of the world and the endless space-time areas crosses countless areas in an instant, and kills towards Xuanyuan.

Even the existence of the quasi-saint realm is difficult to resist. Although the Xuanyuan Sword in Xuanyuan's hand is an innate spiritual treasure, there is no more magic power to activate at this time, and it depends entirely on the power of the Xuanyuan Sword itself.

The three thousand scriptures, secretly coincide with the number of the sky, were constantly falling towards Xuanyuan, covering a land of billions of miles.

Xuanyuan kept waving the Xuanyuan sword in his hand, and could only barely resist it, and it couldn't last long.

"Father!"

"Co-master!"

At this time, the expressions of the Nv, Fenghou and others changed, and they shouted.

As for the current situation, Xuanyuan is afraid he can't hold on for a few breaths.

"call out!"

At this moment, a golden light flashed by, then fell into Cangjie's hands, turning into a handful of writing.

Cangjie's eyebrows were shaking, and a raging flame was ignited in his eyes. It was the torch, representing the flame of a civilization of the human race.

Among the torch, there are two words representing another civilization of the human race, humanities, and torch.

The torch evolved and began to turn into the words he created, which was a complete humanistic system.

He looked at the Three Thousand Verses with a solemn expression, and his feet moved, flying towards the Three Thousand Verses.

"Cangjie!"

Feng Hou and others were shocked. What would Cangjie do in this situation?

"sky!"

Suddenly, Cangjie's cheerful voice sounded between heaven and earth, containing a vast force, which spread throughout the prehistoric world, and a terrifying power of the great way suddenly condensed towards the land of Banquan.

"Bang!"

As humanity came, the human race's luck blessed it, a huge golden word swept up and rushed towards a scripture that was coming to him at this time. The terrifying power of humanity and the human race's luck breath spread.

"boom!"

The scriptures are shining with golden light, and then they begin to be covered with cracks, extending to the end, and the golden light begins to dissipate, becoming dull, and then dissipates between heaven and earth.

Seeing this, the look of the Western Lingshan Mountain changed slightly.

Western scriptures were actually destroyed by humanities. This was his last method, and it was destroyed in the hands of Cangjie.

At this time, many powerful people in the prehistoric world were shocked!

This is a complete humanistic system. In the past, Sui Sheng established humanities, but only the word "Tinghuo". Now, Cangjie has perfected humanities and formed a complete humanistic system, and has also broken the three thousand Western scriptures.

When the Youxiong Tribe saw Cangjie's method, he looked happy.

In this way, the crisis of co-lordship can be resolved.

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Chapter completed!