Chapter 70 Kunpeng’s Creation of Demons
In the Thirty-third Level Heavenly Demon Master's Palace, Kunpeng's face was livid and his expression was stern.
Being forcefully suppressed by Tai Yi, he had no choice but to join the Demon Court, and was even promised the position of Demon Master.
Every moment, wisps of luck gathered between heaven and earth, shrouding him, but Kunpeng didn't feel happy at all.
This kind of scene was all too familiar to him.
He is the prince of the Feng clan. In the past, when the three clans of dragon, phoenix and unicorn were fighting for hegemony in the wilderness, he was filled with great luck.
However, the gathering of manifestations of luck means the struggle between heaven and earth, and heralds a new calamity.
The three Xiantian clans rose up in the chaos of ferocious beasts, enjoyed great merits in the world, and dominated the ancient world.
When the descendants of the three clans reach adulthood, they will reach the realm of Daluo Jinxian, which is far beyond what the Demon Court can compare with now, but they are still invisible to the public.
If the Dragon Clan had not given birth to many children, it would probably be the same as the Feng Clan and Qilin Clan.
More importantly, the calamity is not terrible. What is terrible is that someone planned the calamity.
Kunpeng, with a sullen face, thought of the vision of heaven and earth not long ago.
"Hey! It seems that this is the only way. It's just that Di Jun and Tai Yi are getting an advantage!" He had no sense of belonging to the Demon Court at all.
Taiyi invited him to the Demon Court just to take advantage of the situation.
Kunpeng simply did not dare to use the luck that enveloped him rashly, nor did he want to use it.
The more you enjoy it, the closer your connection with the Demon Court becomes, and the easier it is to fall into calamity.
It's just that he is surrounded by luck. No matter how he avoids it, he can't stay out of it. He needs to prepare in advance.
Kunpeng flew out of the Demon Master's Palace, looked up at the sky, and shouted loudly: "I am Kunpeng. I feel that all races in the ancient world have no written communication and no way to practice. Now I create three thousand demon texts so that the demon clan can have written inheritance. To record the laws and regulations of the demon clan, write the history of the demon clan, and look to heaven to learn from it!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly saw Kunpeng's whole body glowing with silver light, and a huge divine bird could be vaguely seen floating in the air.
The divine bird's wings spread out, and three thousand black and yellow characters flew out from the wings, one by one displayed in the sky.
Buzz!
The heaven and earth shook slightly, auspicious clouds shrouded the sky, and fairy music sounded, accompanied by a large ball of golden merit falling.
Some of the three thousand demon texts fell into the air, and the rest were poured into Kunpeng's body.
A powerful momentum rose, and Kunpeng successfully broke through to the peak of Da Luo Jinxian.
And the three thousand monsters in the sky trembled together, turning into thousands of rays of rays of light and fleeing towards the ancient world.
In an instant, three thousand demon texts appeared in the minds of countless creatures, along with a cultivation method that led directly to Da Luo.
And in the minds of many demon clans, the figure of Kunpeng outside the demon master's palace in the 33rd level of Demon Court appeared in all of them.
Kunpeng has profound merits, spreads demon literature, and has the ability to educate all demons. He is worthy of the name of the Demon Master of Demon Court, and all races in the ancient world are grateful.
Kunpeng withdrew his gaze, feeling the many merits still shrouded in his body, and a flash of joy flashed across his face.
Merit! Far more merit than he imagined!
Being blessed by heaven and earth and receiving rewards from heaven and earth can not only be used for spiritual practice, but can also be used to seek good fortune and avoid misfortune.
If you kill recklessly, there will be cause and effect, and a great disaster will come.
With this kind of merit and virtue to protect one's body, as long as one does not commit any random acts of murder during calamities, one should have no worries.
Originally, he planned to return to Beiming to revitalize the Feng clan, but he was taken advantage of by Demon Court.
"Hahaha, good, good! You are worthy of being the Demon Master of Demon Court!" A sound of laughter came from the distance, and Di Jun led Fu Xi and others to slowly appear.
Everyone's face was filled with surprise and deep joy.
Feeling the sudden surge in luck in Demon Court, Di Jun was really excited.
The purpose of subduing Kunpeng was just to build momentum, and he didn't want to have such an unexpected gain. He was worthy of being the crown prince of the Phoenix clan.
Di Jun, who was thinking, looked at Fuxi next to him, thanks to the other party's suggestion. If it were a step too late and waited until Kunpeng created the demon inscription before conquering it, how could the demon court have such good luck?
"The Demon Court is destined to return. This is the blessing of the Demon Emperor!" Fuxi arched his hands and looked leisurely.
All these are just his divination skills.
Fuxi was still very confident about his magical powers, but he unconsciously thought of what Tian Yuan said, had he ever divined it for himself?
Emperor Jun appreciated Fuxi's indifference very much. He strode forward and said solemnly: "The demon master has taught all demons and benefited all races in the ancient world. Congratulations!"
After saying this, there were many banshees behind him bringing countless spiritual fruits, heavenly materials and earthly treasures.
Kunpeng didn't even look at it, and responded calmly: "Kunpeng, thank you Demon Emperor!"
As for Fuxi beside him, he ignored him.
After arriving at the Demon Court, Kunpeng knew in his heart that Taiyi had completely obeyed Fuxi's suggestion in subduing him.
Being inexplicably dragged into this whirlpool, Kunpeng didn't have the slightest fondness for Fuxi.
As for the other demon saints, they can't catch his eye.
Fuxi didn't care. Everything he did was for the Demon Court. Instead, he took the initiative to speak: "The Demon Master's actions are of immeasurable merit. All races in the ancient world should keep them in mind!"
As one of the four emperors of Demon Court, Fuxi can naturally feel the changes in Demon Court's luck.
Kunpeng's creation of Yaowen can be said to have doubled Yaoting's luck.
This means that their cultivation has become easier. More great demons will defect to them, and it will be just around the corner for the Demon Court to unify the world!
"Huang Xi is overly praised." Kunpeng nodded, still looking very cold.
Feeling the anger in Kunpeng's heart, Di Jun hurriedly stepped forward and said with a smile: "The demon master has blessed the world with his unparalleled achievements, so we should prepare a banquet to celebrate!"
Kunpeng was not weak in strength, and he was one of the three thousand guests of Zixiao Palace. Naturally, Emperor Jun would not ignore his feelings.
The second brother Donghuang Taiyi is cold and arrogant and doesn't like to talk, but he is different.
He almost always decides on matters in the Demon Court. Taiyi spends most of his time meditating in the Sun Palace and rarely walks around in the Demon Court. It is up to him to take care of his emotions.
After saying that, without waiting for Kunpeng to react, he pulled him and walked outside.
Kunpeng felt helpless, but he could only follow behind.
On Buzhou Mountain, Tian Yuan Youyou, who was meditating in meditation, opened his eyes and looked at the large group of merits falling from the sky with a little envy.
In the prehistoric world, merit is like a panacea.
He has dredged and purified so many branches, but he has not gained any merit.
The rays of light flashed past, and three thousand demonic texts floated faintly in front of them, each exuding an aura of agility.
"No wonder, no wonder! This Kunpeng is indeed extraordinary!"
Tianyuan muttered, he had thought about creating a text earlier, but it was of no use.
It turns out that these three thousand demon writings are innate writings. How could ordinary people create them, but Kunpeng also has great fortune in his body.
Speaking of the many innate powers in the prehistoric times, Tian Yuan still admired Kunpeng.
The dragon man measured the calamity and the lich measured the calamity, and he repeatedly fell into calamity with his own body, and he was an unusual person, but in the end he was able to escape unscathed, which is indeed great luck.
No matter what your cultivation level or Taoism is, surviving is everything.
Unlike some guy who lives in a sea of blood, he has 480 million clones of the Son of Blood.
The two swords of Yuantu and Abi, accompanied by spiritual treasures, kill people without causing any consequences. They want to prove the truth through killing, but they shrink into a sea of blood for a lifetime. In the end, they are bullied to the doorstep by a Ksitigarbha king.
His sight passed by, and the three thousand demonic texts dimmed. Tian Yuan closed his eyes and continued to practice the law of power.
(End of chapter)