Chapter 266: The Great Desolation

I only saw a terrifying sense of oppression coming from the chaos, and the Wen Dao Holy Pen shone brightly the moment it fell into Ye Yang's hand.

“Master, Haoran’s righteousness has come——.”

With a roar from Cang Jie, the power of Haoran's righteousness and blessing of Wen Dao turned into a lava beam of light and headed straight for Ye Yang.

Ye Yang grabbed it with one hand, and the power of Haoran's righteousness and Wen Dao was integrated into the one hundred thousand characters, and the Wen Dao Holy Pen also appeared in front of him.

"Using the fate of the human race as a guide, using the power of literature as ink, the awe-inspiring righteousness is compatible, and the holy pen of literature and Tao writes the characters of a hundred thousand people, evolving into a supreme offensive formation."

As Ye Yang continued to speak, the Wen Dao Holy Pen in his hand also continued to write big characters. The speed was so fast that only the afterimages flashed by, and the vivid big characters continued to spray out.

"The formation is up——."

Rumble

A radius of hundreds of millions of miles was instantly shrouded, and with the blessing of the terrifying human race's luck, the Wen Dao Holy Pen was forcibly upgraded to a small level again. Although it was not as good as the Chaos Spiritual Treasure, it could be regarded as reaching the quality of the Heavenly Dao Dao artifact.

"Hongjun, come and fight——."

As if he had turned into a judge of life and death, and as if he was writing the Spring and Autumn Period, surrounded by a large array of terrifying attacks, Hongjun's expression changed drastically when he saw this.

"Human Ancestor, bastard——."

As he spoke, the jade plate of good fortune was sent out and placed above his head, and the power of heaven came to bless him. Hongjun had already understood that this offensive formation should not be underestimated.

At the same time, he was also angry in his heart. Why was every secret technique created by the ancestors so unparalleled?

Rumble

After the blow, both sides retreated, but Ye Yang spat out a mouthful of blood. He was still defeated by Hongjun, but he showed a proud smile.

As expected, none of the secret techniques of the human race is simple. This group of secrets has blessed my combat power several times.

It's just that his magic power is still a saint. No matter what blessings he has, he is no match for Hongjun. Once he steps into the realm of Taozu, even if he steps into the realm of Taozu with half a foot, he can be on a par with Hongjun once he uses the secret skills of the human race.

"Come again——."

Ye Yang rushed out again and went straight to Hongjun, but Hongjun in the distance frowned.

"What a terrible secret technique. The attack just now felt like being struck by lightning. Fortunately, the ancestors of Ren have not stepped into the realm of Tao Ancestors. Otherwise, this battle will be dangerous for the Tao."

With a sigh of relief, Hongjun used his magic power to confront Ye Yang. At the same time, he secretly swore in his heart that sooner or later, he would figure out the Nine Secrets of Heaven, otherwise he would feel uneasy.

Chaos oscillated, and the tides came one after another. Cangjie was shocked when he saw it from a distance.

"Is this the true power of the word combination secret?"

Cang Jie saw the key. The secret of writing was not a secret technique to improve strength, but a means of attack.

With a gentle wave of one hand, Haoran's righteousness began to condense, and he began to use his fingers to form a pen to evolve into a killing formation. He only saw the endless large characters of Human Race slowly flowing out, and then appeared around him or where he wanted to be, forming a The endless magic circle.

These magic circles are like your own hands, or a part of your body.

"go--."

In an instant, the magic circle turned into sword blades that went straight into the distance, or turned into towering ropes that surrounded them infinitely, or turned into bursts of golden light to shock one party.

Wherever the mind goes, the attack follows; wherever the mind goes, the magic circle comes.

In just a short moment, Cangjie realized it, withdrew his secret technique, and bowed to the chaotic void with his hands.

"Thank you, Master."

Rumble

Deep in the chaos, Ye Yang and Hongjun separated immediately after a blow, and then burst into laughter.

"Hongjun, are you still trying to stop me now? The Human Emperor has already understood the supreme secret technique, and all your efforts are in vain."

The two sides stood hundreds of millions of kilometers away. Although the tide ahead was constant, it still could not be affected. After a long time, Hongjun sighed and withdrew his magic power.

"That's all, time is destiny, maybe this is God's will."

Slowly looking at Ye Yang, Hongjun said:

"However, I still want to advise you. The secret skills of the human race are really against the heavens. If you insist on doing this, you will only suffer the consequences in the end. You should do it yourself."

After the words fell, Hongjun disappeared. Anyway, he had done what he should do. As for the way of heaven, it was not his thing to worry about.

After the three emperors of the human race watched Hongjun leave, they quickly came straight to Ye Yang.

"I met the master."

"Cang Jie, have you really understood the secret technique you just evolved as a teacher?"

"Yes, Master, my disciple has enlightened."

Taking a deep breath, it was obvious that Cang Jie was very excited. Emperor Wuzu and Emperor Yaozu also nodded with satisfaction. They had seen it clearly just now.

Cangjie's understanding of the human race's secret skills was truly terrifying. He was truly worthy of being a literary sage, and his understanding was unparalleled.

However, in the next moment, Ye Yang poured a ladle of cold water on him.

"Maybe, but have you really realized it?"

Forehead

The saints are deceived, what does it mean? I only heard Ye Yang say:

"The human race's big characters form an array to interpret the attack array of the heavens. It is indeed powerful, but everything in the world can form an array. As long as you think about it, you can create a supreme attack array in an instant."

Hearing this, Cangjie was stunned. Had he really become enlightened?

But Ye Yang didn't stop and continued:

"The supreme formation is not just for attack, but also for defense, trapping, assistance, etc. The vast world is full of wonders, it just depends on how much you can understand."

While speaking, Ye Yang's figure had disappeared, leaving only the Three Emperors here.

The words just now were not only said to Cangjie, but also to remind the Emperor of Heaven and the Emperor of Earth.

Time passed slowly, but in just a hundred years, the prehistoric land had also undergone earth-shaking changes.

After the Emperor of Man proved his truth, the leader Xuanyuan seemed to have awakened something and started the war mode.

For a while, the prehistoric land was in full swing, and eventually formed countless tribes of all sizes.

Among them, the tribe of Emperor Yan was the strongest, followed by the Wu tribe, and the Jiuli tribe headed by Chiyou and Xingtian. Although there were not many people, everyone was a natural warrior.

Finally, among these small tribes, the Xuanyuan tribe seemed to be malnourished. Although it continued to unify the surrounding tribes, it was no match for the Yandi tribe.

Once the war started, the Yandi tribe could almost kill the Xuanyuan tribe in one encounter.

For nearly a hundred years, the Jiuli tribe and the Yandi tribe continued to fight, and in the process of fighting, they also continued to devour other small tribes.

The prehistoric world was divided into two major factions, with the Yan Emperor tribe, which contained the blood of the demon race, and the Jiuli tribe, which contained the blood of the witch race, occupying 90% of the entire prehistoric human race.

It was the limit for the Xuanyuan tribe to occupy one layer, and as for the other small tribes, there were countless.

In the Bajing Palace, the Taiqing Saint smiled slightly, watching the battle in the prehistoric land, and felt happy. If the estimate was correct, within a hundred years, the Taiqing Saint would be able to enjoy the luck of the human race.

By that time, his own strength would be greatly improved.

In the Zixiao Palace, Hongjun opened his eyes and kept calculating with his hands, but his brows were tightly knitted:

"How could this be? It was clear that my chance was at the head of the Five Emperors, but I suddenly couldn't calculate it? Is there something wrong?"

Slowly looking at the prehistoric land, at this moment, the Yan Emperor tribe and the witch tribe were at both ends of the human race, but Hongjun could not feel the chance of these two tribes for him.

"Ren Zu, is this another of your tricks?"

But he didn't know that at this moment, Ye Yang was also having trouble with this matter.