I Was Adopted By Nuwa After Traveling Through The Prehistoric Land!

Chapter 60: Kunpeng’s Creation of Monster Writings, Tragic Characters!

In the wild world, in addition to the vast expanse of the wild land, there are still four seas surrounding it.

The extreme depths of the prehistoric North Sea.

There is a vast expanse of sea here. The sea here is not the same as the North Sea outside. The sea here is black and blue, and there is a trace of cold air on it. It is cold and biting, as if it can freeze vitality, quite strange!

This sea area is called Bei Minghai!

Looking around, the torrent of black water continued to rise, a layer of hoarfrost formed in the air, and no creatures appeared here at all.

This is a bitter cold land where life is extinct.

However, just in the North Minghai where life is extinct, there is a prehistoric and top supernatural power-Kunpeng!

In the water is a kun, Fei Tian Hua Peng!

I saw that under the faint waters of the Beiminghai, a black palace stood upright, and whirlpools emerged around the palace, exuding a breath of oppression, as if as long as they were involved, there would be no life.

I saw Kunpeng sitting on a futon in the main hall, wearing a dark blue robe, waving his hands in front of him constantly.

A little bit of brilliance gathered in front of him, and those golden brilliance continued to evolve, as if to form something.

Hum! Hum! Hum!

The buzzing sound kept ringing in the hall, but Kunpeng remained unmoved, and the golden brilliance gradually formed characters.

These characters are unpredictable, gathering and dispersing invisible, exuding strange fluctuations.

If you feel it carefully, you will find that although those characters are like ghostly painted peach symbols, they indicate something, and seem to contain the great secret between heaven and earth!

I don’t know how long it has passed, Kun Peng’s hand moved for a while, he opened his eyes, looked at the golden characters in front of him, and a look of joy flashed in his eyes.

“Finally, I spent tens of thousands of years to complete it!”

Kunpeng stretched out his hand and waved away the golden characters in front of him. With a movement, he came to the sky above Bei Minghai.

“The way of heaven is above, and there is Kunpeng in Beiminghai today. I feel that there is no written communication and inheritance between the monsters of the monster race, and hereby create the monster text, which is used for the communication and inheritance of the monsters of the monster race, and teaches the monsters, and the gods can learn from it!”

Rumble! Rumble!

Kunpeng’s words fell, and the thunder roar suddenly sounded above the nine heavens.

The dark clouds covered the entire Beiming Sea, and Kun Peng felt in his heart, and scattered all the demon texts he created in the air.

A series of thunderbolts fell from above the nine heavens, and those demon texts not only did not shatter in the thunderbolt, but they became more shining, as if they contained unique power.

After a while, the thunder above the nine heavens suddenly dissipated, and the overwhelming golden clouds of merit fell, all submerged into Kunpeng’s body.

Kunpeng’s eyes were slightly closed, and the confusion and incomprehension that had occurred in the previous cultivation were all dissipated under the action of the golden cloud of merit.

“Don’t leave at this time, wait when, cut!”

Kunpeng suddenly opened his eyes, the divine light in his eyes bloomed, and his whole body aura suddenly rose.

In the blink of an eye, he broke into the realm of the quasi-sage mid-term.

A divine light flashed, and a figure appeared beside him, the appearance of that figure was eight to nine points similar to Kunpeng.

“I have seen fellow Taoists!”

The figure saluted Kunpeng.

“You and I are one, why be courteous!”

A smile appeared on Kunpeng’s face, and then the figure was included in his own three flowers.

The movement of Beiminghai Kunpeng’s creation of the demon literature also spread to the entire prehistoric world. Some great supernatural powers watched Kunpeng break into the quasi-sage mid-stage with the help of merit, and their eyes were shining with envy.

“I am Kunpeng, and I will establish the Demon Master Palace in the North Sea of ​​Mind. Anyone who wishes to join the Demon Master Palace can come!”

Kunpeng stepped into the quasi-sage mid-stage, couldn’t help but feel proud, and said loudly towards the entire prehistoric state.

After the words fell, his figure disappeared in the sky above Beiming Sea and returned to his palace.

Although his figure disappeared, but the impact caused was spread between the prehistoric world.

. . . . . .

In East Kunlun, in the Sanqing Hall, Tongtian looked at Laozi and Yuan Shi and said.

“Big brother, second brother, this Kunpeng is so powerful that he made such a big noise without making a sound!”

“You said, why didn’t I think of creating characters?”

“Huh! A man of opportunism, with the help of merit, has stepped into the quasi-sage mid-stage, it’s just a clown!”

Yuan Shi snorted slightly. He has always paid no attention to those who are drenched in scales and armor.

Laozi opened his eyes slightly, and Gu wave in his eyes was not surprised.

“I’m not waiting for those monster races to have no text available, we have our own innate divine texts available, so it’s normal if we don’t think of it!”

“As the second brother said, in the midst of the quasi-sage stage, I don’t have to worry about it.”

“It should be the one in the heavens who should act.”

Both Tongtian and Yuanshi didn’t speak, but slowly closed their eyes and enlightened the Dao.

A wave flashed across the body, and that wave had reached the level of the Quasi-Sage late stage.

In the Primordial Star Territory, Feng Xi’s body of the Zhoutian stars large array of gods has disappeared, replaced by a series of foul air.

In this turbid air, flashes of colorful rays of light flashed through, and these rays of light were all the laws mastered by the Twelve Ancestral Witch.

Although it is very small, you can make more with less.

“Kunpeng?”

“It’s a character, but it’s a pity that fortune is a bit bad!”

There was divine light in Feng Xi’s eyes, and she shook her head slightly.

In his opinion, Kunpeng is also considered to have great wisdom, after all, he can find another way to create characters belonging to the monster race.

But Kunpeng is also a tragic figure.

Although he has good talents, he has no advantage over Di Jun and others.

I grabbed the futon representing the position of a saint in the Purple Cloud Palace, but lost it because of the red cloud.

He conspired with others to snatch the red cloud’s magnum and purple energy, but instead of stealing the chicken, he ushered in Zhen Yuanzi’s hatred.

Then he was forcibly suppressed by Dijun and Taiyi and pulled into the camp of the Yaozu.

In the last battle of the Lich, taking advantage of the death of Emperor Juntai, he snatched the Hetu Luoshu, but found nothing, and was finally taken away by Laozi Nuwa.

It can be called a great tragedy in the great famine.

After sighing in her heart, Feng Xi ignored it, and continued to condense the aura that belonged to the Twelve Capital Tianshen Great Formation.

In the heavens, in the Ling Xiao palace.

Di Jun and others gathered together. After tens of thousands of years, Di Jun and Taiyi not only healed the wounds, but also broke and stood up, taking one step further.

“Brother, that Kunpeng created the demon literature, although he has done a lot for my demon clan, but now he actually established the demon master palace.”

“Is this trying to stand on my own, and it won’t divide my monster race?!”

“In my opinion, it’s better to let me go and kill him!”

A feeling of murder flashed in Tai Yi’s eyes. Kunpeng founded the Demon Master Palace, established a power, and gathered a demon clan, which was completely provoking their demon court.

Di Jun’s eyes also flickered slightly…