Prehistoric: Blood Lord Styx, starting with 100,000 Pangu blood

And Cangjie's strength is the peak of Jinxian, not Lei Ting's opponent.

Crackling!

A loud noise, the characters of sky and earth, shrouded Cang Jie's head.

That ten thousand zhang thunder calamity was blocked by two words.

"people!"

Cangjie waved the branch again.

A herringbone gradually took shape.

Herringbone exudes a simple and vicissitudes of life.

In the next moment, the character "herringbone" soared into the sky, flying in the air with the other two characters.

The vast thunder was directly obliterated by the three characters.

Cangjie was not affected by Lei Jie at all.

Cangjie's creation of characters is still going on.

Chapter 258 Thunder Tribulation Comes, Human Race Will

Human Holy Land.

The branch in Cangjie's hand waved faster and faster.

He writes like a dragon, extremely fast.

One by one, ancient characters appeared above the sky.

Every word is ten thousand feet in size and exudes a mysterious aura.

The characters gradually arranged into a giant dragon, about ten thousand feet long.

The giant dragon is covered with golden light, and the luck of the human race gathers towards it.

The thunder disaster in the sky became more and more terrifying.

Countless black thunderbolts danced in the clouds, baring their teeth and claws, raging ferociously.

A saint, the third ancestor of the human race, a great power in the wild.

They gradually understood.

The human race is the protagonist of the prehistoric world.

Now Cangjie's invention of characters is even more beneficial to the development of the human race.

Record the secrets of the world and the inheritance of the human race in words.

In this way, from generation to generation, the luck of the human race will never be cut off.

Now that the Heavenly Tribulation is condensed, it is the test of the Dao of Heaven for Cangjie and even the entire human race.

After surviving the catastrophe, the human race will become the protagonist of the prehistoric world forever.

If you can't make it through, then the identity of the protagonist of the human world remains to be investigated.

If the human race has its own writing, it will greatly increase its luck.

As Cangjie created characters, there were more and more characters.

The thunder above the holy land of the human race became more and more terrifying.

"This thunder, even the peak quasi-sage can't bear it."

"This junior brother, can he really survive the thunder disaster?"

Suirenshi said worriedly.

The third ancestor of the human race is a disciple of Kunpeng.

And Cangjie was the apprentice that Kunpeng accepted decades ago, his mentor.

"Third Patriarch, don't worry."

"Cangjie's creation of characters has immeasurable merit."

"It must be safe and sound."

Emperor Shirasawa said from the side.

He was full of confidence in Cangjie.

"The Emperor is right."

Human Emperor Xuanyuan nodded.

In an instant.

Cangjie has created all the human characters.

He took a deep breath, and then looked up at the word dragon.

"The three thousand characters of the human race have been created, and the way of heaven and humanity can learn from it."

There are three thousand roads and three thousand words.

Three thousand is not a fixed number, but a lot.

The word dragon hovers in the sky.

Infinite golden light sprinkled on the prehistoric land.

The robbery cloud covered the sky.

The entire holy land of the human race has been plunged into darkness.

But the giant dragon of tens of thousands of feet shines on the earth for hundreds of millions of miles, like a star, shining brightly.

Cang Jie's voice fell.

The robbery cloud in the sky that day began to change.

Countless thunderbolts gradually gathered together.