Honghuang: I, the heavens, celebrate the clouds and establish mythology, Confucianism and Taoism!

The birth of the Terran script was not only sensed by the three ancestors of the Terran race, but also sensed by the entire Terran Race in the wilderness.

Among the Terran tribes all over the desolate land, countless Terrans looked up, and they showed eager gazes, staring at the three thousand words.

The life of the human race is miserable, and the development is extremely difficult, if there is a text, it can record the deeds of the sages and inherit the method of practicing enlightenment.

In a way, the meaning of the Terran script is even more important than their lives.

Although the Flood Desolation Terrans are separated from each other, they are in the same mood at the moment, and they all hope that the Terran script can successfully pass the test.

"The Terran script is related to the rise and fall of the Terran Race, and we must stick to it!"

"There is no one missing from the Terran script!".

On the land of the Terrans, many Terrans were shouting loudly.

Although they know that their calling is not necessarily useful, it is a belief in the hearts of every Terran.

They didn't want those 3,000 words to be destroyed by the Thunderstorm, even if any of them were missing, it would be a huge loss for the human race.

In the hearts of countless human races, they are longing for the birth of words to change their miserable lives.

When all the human races saw that the three thousand words were bombarded by the thunder of destruction, their hearts were tugging.

It was as if the power of the Destruction Thunder Tribulation was slashed on the words, and the pain it brought was transferred to every human race.

The expressions of countless human races in the flood wilderness are varied, some people are looking forward to it, some people are longing in their hearts, and some people are secretly praying.

The entire human race of the desolation expressed a thought at this moment, and involuntarily shouted out.

"May the Terran script endure forever!"

The sound of the mighty sea rose and fell one after another in the desolate land, spreading towards the nine heavens and ten earths.

This voice is the crystallization of their belief, the expectation of countless human races, and the unswerving will of human races.

In the next moment, a bright light cluster of faith appeared on the bodies of all the human races in the flood wilderness, bursting out with a dazzling light like the scorching sun, illuminating the entire land of the human race.

Each group of faith light contains the human race's admiration for words, and condenses an incomparably huge power.

In an instant, countless clusters of faith light, like bright stars, induced each other and finally completely condensed together.

"Boom!".

The Belief Light Cluster condensed into a vast pillar of light, containing the will of countless human races, bursting out with the power of shaking the heavens and the earth, and rushing directly towards the three thousand words.

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Above the vast dome of heaven.

The Three Thousand Terran characters, under the constant bombardment of the Thunder of Destruction, seemed to be crumbling, and the luster emitted by the surface of the words flickered and flickered, as if a lot of strength had been exhausted.

The visions of heaven and earth derived from the characters of the human race also appear to be dilapidated and powerless, and the figures of many Confucian scholars have become extremely illusory, as if they will collapse when a breeze blows.

And the destruction thunder on the heavenly dome burst out with even more violent, as if it was ready to deal a fatal blow to the three thousand words.

Meng Haoran felt the faint aura of the three thousand words, and his expression became extremely worried.

"The power of the Three Thousand Terran Languages is about to be exhausted, am I going to fall short?".

Meng Haoran secretly guessed, and there was a trace of unwillingness in his heart.

He worked hard to create 3,000 characters, but he didn't expect them to dissipate under the fall of the Thunder Tribulation.

Three thousand words resisted the attack of the Destruction Thunder Tribulation, and at this point, it was already exhausted.

Meng Haoran didn't think that those three thousand words could still withstand the final blow of the Thunder of Destruction.

Just when Meng Haoran felt hopeless, a bright pillar of faith suddenly appeared on the land of the human race, directly integrating into the three thousand words.

"Bang!".

A muffled sound came out, and the three thousand words absorbed the majestic power of faith, and the illusory words were enriched again, and even the aura emitted was more than ten thousand times stronger.

"Boom!".

The three thousand words trembled slightly, and a force against the chaos of heaven and earth swept through the nine heavens and ten earths, overturning the four seas and eight desolations.

"This is the power of the will of the Terrans!".

Meng Haoran saw the three thousand words regain their majestic power, and his face showed surprise.

He didn't expect that at this critical moment, the belief emanating from the Terran would actually condense into the will of the Terran, making the Three Thousand Words glow with great power again.

As the saying goes: man will win the day.

The will of the Terran is condensed and integrated into the Terran script, which is equivalent to the will of the Terran that resists the destruction of the thunderstorm.

The Terrans are the protagonists of the future heaven and earth, and they have condensed the will of the Terrans, which is enough to reverse the general trend of the heavens and the earth and resist the attack of a destructive thunderbolt.

At this moment, Meng Haoran was relieved.

As the will of the human race was integrated into the three thousand words, the thunder on the heavenly dome also broke out with the final blow.

"Boom!".

The vast sea-like thunder of destruction turned into a huge grinding disc of destruction, bursting out with the power to destroy heaven and earth, crushing down towards the three thousand words.

Wherever the Destruction Mill Disc passed, the void in all directions shattered, the Yin and Yang universe were turbulent, and the Five Elements Creation collapsed, as if all obstacles were to be completely crushed.

The three thousand characters have been added to the will of the human race, and the power of the burst is even more terrifying, and in an instant, it once again forms a Confucianism and Taoism gold medal.

"Heaven and earth are righteous and ...... forever".

With the reappearance of the Confucianism and Taoism Golden Medallion, a mighty and righteous river spanned the heavens, and the turbulent waves swelled in the long river, and there were countless human figures standing on the golden lotus.

Their majestic bodies stand on the other side of the heavens, each holding countless treasures such as jade scrolls, ring rulers, carving knives, jade pens, and picture scrolls, bursting out with majestic majesty, covering the endless universe.

"Punishment!".

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