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The sun hung high, and under the blue sky, a few white clouds floated leisurely.

The mountains rise and fall, like pronely dragons. The mountains are covered with greenery and lush ancient trees.

On the top of a two-hundred-zhang high mountain, Mo Chen looked at the endless mountains around him, and said with a bad face: "Lord God, is there anything you want to explain?" ”

"Because of the shattering of reincarnation, the order of the vast void is in chaos, and many worlds are out of control and abnormal. Therefore, the collision and fusion of worlds is purely a normal phenomenon, and there is no need for the agent to care about it at all. Moreover, with the integration of the two worlds, Jin Yong's world has evolved, and the upper limit of the world is no longer the innate peak. The word of the Lord God was calm, as if none of this had anything to do with it.

"You've finally got good news. But where is the time and place I am now? Mo Chen raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and there was a bit of joy in his eyes.

The maximum level of power that the world can hold has increased, which is good news. This means that he has the possibility of improving in this world, and the plan to adjust this world has a little more hope.

The promotion method of the world, in addition to the evolution of the creatures in this world to drive the promotion of the world, is the collision and fusion of the world, but this method is extremely dangerous, and one carelessness will lead to the destruction of the two worlds.

Fortunately, the Yue Nu Sword and Qin Shi Mingyue successfully fused, otherwise he wouldn't even have a chance to cry, this is the only world he can cross.

"It is now 551 B.C., and the agent is in the southern border of the Chu State. Due to the convergence of the worlds, the task has not yet been counted, so please wait for a while. ”

"In 551 BC, doesn't that mean that there are still three or four hundred years left before the plot of Qin Shi Mingyue begins, and there are nearly seventy or eighty years behind Yue Nu Jian." Mo Chen's face darkened instantly, and the time he had traveled through was enough.

In this era, Lao Tzu Li Er is only a young man less than twenty years old, Confucius has just been born, and many founders of the hundred schools of thought can't even see a shadow. When Xi Shi is born, she can be her grandfather!

Mo Chen looked up at the sky, standing behind him with his hands, a white robe like snow grinning under the cold mountain wind, and his half-length black hair danced wantonly behind him.

After half a ring, Mo Chenmo's hair danced, his calm face turned into laughter, and he laughed heartily: "Haha, interesting, interesting times." ”

Since most of the hundreds of schools of thought have not yet appeared, and most of the famous saints in later generations have just appeared, let me add another touch to this gorgeous era. When the seeds of martial arts are sprinkled all over the world, and when the way of qi training prevails in the world, what kind of surprises and gains can you bring to me?

Mo Chen's paint-like eyes stared at the void, and a wave of joy rose in his heart that stirred up the times.

"In the beginning of time, who preached it? The top and bottom are not formed, why should they be tested? After figuring it out, Mo Chen had no more knots, he ignored the steep cliff in front of him, stepped on the void, and headed north.

He sang the praises of Qu Yuan's heavenly question, the three flowers on his head swayed, and he stepped on the void against the breeze, like a fairy, every step he took would appear in the void, like a blooming lotus.

He sang loudly, and his loud singing echoed in the mountains, as if he came from outside the sky, which made people marvel.

At the foot of the mountain, there is a caravan of hundreds of people, struggling on the rugged mountain path. They had 100 guards, dressed in uniform green shirts and holding soldiers, and walked calmly between movements, walking on the rugged mountain road as if it were flat ground.

In the center of the caravan, there were more than two hundred slave girls dressed in tattered cloth or simple animal skins. The small piece of cloth can't cover their graceful bodies at all, most of the female slaves have open breasts and expose their breasts, and there is only a gray strip of cloth that can cover the lower body, so that they will not be ****.

Their faces are obviously different from those of the Central Plains, their wheat-colored skin flashes with a healthy look under the dappled sun, their high nose bridges, and their delicate red lips reveal a bit of wildness.

In front of the caravan, a thin old man with a slightly wrinkled face led the caravan on a pony, and from time to time he looked back at the caravan behind him. He was dressed in a pale green robe with black stripes around the edges.

When the song sounded, the old man looked around, and his eyes flashed with surprise.

"This song seems to be the ballad of our Chu country. This place is close to South Vietnam, and I don't know who is singing here. The thin old man looked around, but he didn't find the person singing, and said with a little surprise on his face.

"Hunting, can you determine the location of the song?" The old man asked, looking sideways at a stout man to the right of the pony.

Hunter is the best hunter under his command, he can shoot a fly from a hundred feet away, and when the drums are beaten, he can discern the direction where the silver needle falls.

Hunter was tall, six feet tall, and looked like a giant in the caravan. His eyes opened and closed like a falcon in the sky, bright and sharp, making people's hearts flutter. His face was solemn, his head was disheveled, his eyes were closed, and his ears moved slightly.

After listening for a moment, he looked up at the sky, and on the two hundred feet of the sky, a figure stepped on the void, like a god, heading towards the north. His pace is not fast, but with every step, he will appear more than ten feet away.

He looked up at the figure in the sky, his eyes instantly widened, his calm face twitched, and his expression was full of horror.

In this world, is there really a god? Hunt looked up at the sky, looked at the figure that had gone away in a blink of an eye, his heart trembled violently, and he couldn't help but feel a little surprised.

When the thin old man asked about hunting, the guards around him also turned their heads curiously. For the existence of hunting, they have great admiration in their hearts. Although Hunt is silent and his face has remained unchanged for thousands of years, he has won the respect of everyone with his strong strength.

In the Nanban trade again and again, it was Hunt who led them out of countless dead realms.

When they looked at the look of the great change, they also looked up at the sky curiously, but most of them didn't have the goshawk-like eyes, and they couldn't see Mo Chen, who had left the distance in a blink of an eye.

"Bang."

Lie Wei'an's body suddenly knelt down, and his face reverently kowtowed heavily in the direction where Mo Chen left.

His sudden action caused the traveling caravan to be taken aback. Everyone couldn't help but turn their eyes to Hunter, not knowing what he was doing.

"God!" After the hunt kowtowed, his eyes flashed with fanaticism, and he said firmly to the old man.

The old man was stunned for a moment, and then reacted. Hunt was answering his own question, he meant, that song is from God!

"It's really God!" At this moment, among the guards guarding the old man, two more people said with crazy faces. As they spoke, they fell to their knees and bowed down to the ground in the north.

With the actions of the two, the crowd was in an uproar, and everyone looked at the old man uneasily. If only the hunter sees it, they can still say it, it may be just an illusion. But the three people in the team with the best eyes all said so, and they were a little suspicious in their hearts.

"Zixiao, what is going on with you?" The old man's face wrinkled slightly, and he turned his gaze to the kneeling man.

The man had a young face, and he looked no more than twenty years old. His clothes were more ornate than those of ordinary guards, and he was clearly not inferior in status in the caravan.

"Uncle, there are people in the sky, no, it's a god! He stepped on the lotus flower, the divine light around him swayed, and he stepped on the void step by step. Zixiao's face was full of piety, and his eyes were full of fanatical expression.

When the thin old man heard this, he stroked his long-bearded right hand suddenly, and couldn't help but look up at the sky, but there was a calm above the sky, where is the god that Zixiao said!

"Legend has it that among the barren mountains and rivers, there are many people who practice qi. They gather gas for food, and sing in the mountains and wilderness. Isn't it that you have met a qi practitioner who has achieved cultivation? The thin old man's face changed and his eyes were deep.

He has long passed the age of knowing the destiny of heaven, and knows more about the secrets of this world. There is never a shortage of strange people and strange things in this world, and although the way of practicing qi is secret, it is not a secret for a person like him.

Chu Madge, the first swordsman in the Chu Kingdom, is a qi practitioner who has achieved cultivation, with a three-foot sword qi dancing with a long sword, and the sword light is like clay. The witch of Chu is exquisite, with a pair of eyes that can see through the future, and the art of astrology can be channeled!

But he has never heard of a person who can walk against the wind and sing the world and sing the world. This kind of cultivation is already close to God, right?

The old man looked at the sky with a complicated expression, and he didn't know whether he was happy or worried.