There was silence.

It's not that no one speaks, but all the voices seem to be blocked out in another dimension.

At this moment, a vacuum appeared in time and space.

The first 'god' created by Yue Buqun himself had risen into a vacuum, and then he was full of emotion, but he looked down on everything calmly and indifferently.

He has a large and powerful memory and ability, but he has no independent judgment and cognition.

His image is still vague and not refined.

But the majesty and majesty of God are not far behind.

Many people think that Yue Buqun's 'creation of gods' has another meaning.

But I never thought that it was literal.

He really made a god.

Although Yue Buqun's operation has always been outrageous, this time it still shocked everyone's three views.

They thought they had seen the world in all its forms.

And now, again, they are discovering their own ignorance.

Following Yue Buqun's 'gaze', the light of the First Light God, along the criss-crossing veins, began to sprinkle to other worlds.

The existence of the world is mysterious and hidden.

In the vast and endless void, there are few worlds that will actively release strong signals of existence to the outside world.

This is the instinct of the world to survive.

However, the world where Yue Buqun is located is actually in a world group.

Although not yet at the level of the massive multiverse, they are all closely related.

This correlation is reflected in time, space, history, cognition, and so on.

These contacts have created favorable conditions for Yue Buqun's gaze.

The light spot fell into the sea of stars, and in the dark trail, a faint light appeared.

It's inconspicuous, but it's so stubborn.

Whew!

Some light slammed into the crimson barrier.

It was the scar outside the world, the wrapping that formed on the world.

After a brief conflict, the defense was not torn, the light spot broke, and the information wrapped in it also collapsed, and only a very small part of it could splash into the world, turning into some people with extremely strong inspiration and talent, a short-term spiritual light.

The newborn god of first light is still a little fragile.

Although it has all kinds of magic, it has the ability to absorb the light of the light source martial artist, and then refract and spread the worlds under the guidance of Yue Buqun, but in terms of energy level alone, the energy level of the First Light God is about the same as the fifth energy level, which is not too high.

Of course, the First Light God belongs to a special kind of 'tool god', without considering the realm and compound ability, just to raise the energy level for him, then just fill a large amount of positive energy.

And this kind of filling can be to collect more light sources and stuff them in, and accumulate over time.

It can also be directly exchanged by Yue Buqun for an energy source similar to the Plasma Spark Tower for upgrades.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

In the pitch-black nothingness, the light spots of the First Light God repeatedly hit the wall.

Basically, a world shrouded in prison scars, it can't shine directly into it.

Not to mention the worlds that have been thoroughly mastered and transformed, and the light has melted before they are close.

Until the light spot is guided, he finds a world that has not been targeted by prison marks.

One by one, the light melted into it without obstacles, opening a new picture.

On Mount Hua, the face of the first light god turned into a blank large light curtain, and the picture was refracted in the light curtain.

Under Yue Buqun's previous 'popular science', many people in the martial arts probably knew the concept of 'Heavenly World'.

It is not difficult to understand that Buddhism has the saying that the world of Hengsha and the country of three thousand Buddhas are said to be the country of three thousand Buddhas, and the Taoists also have similar theories, and the people in the rivers and lakes who stand out in the rivers and lakes are more or less related to Buddhism.

At this moment, I suddenly saw the picture of another world, and although I was shocked, I began to feel that it was a bit of a matter of course.

Sure enough, no matter how outrageous things are, as long as they have anything to do with Yue Buqun... It's not that outrageous.

"Which world is this?"

"Is it the original world of the gold system, or a film and television variant, or even a variant?" Yue Buqun was equally curious.

The group of worlds that have been discovered by the ominous gods, among them, there are still worlds that have not been opened, either they are better hidden, or the upper limit of the energy level of the world itself is higher, and it is not easy to open the prison marks.

Whether it's the former or the latter, it's worth cultivating.

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Fengling Ferry, the cold wind is cold, disturbed, donkeys and horses neigh, and the sound of people and cars.

The Mongols continue to move south, and many people are moving south, but under the influence of the rolling general trend, among the fierce iron hooves, where is the real paradise?

In the past few days, the weather has been cold and warm, the Yellow River has thawed first, and on this day, the north wind blew and snowed, and the river water froze again.

There is no ferry on the water, and no car can be driven on the ice, and many guests who want to cross the river to the south are blocked by the Fengling ferry and cannot set off.

Although there are a few inns on Fenglingdu, but the northbound travel is endless, less than half a day, it has already been full, and the later merchants have nowhere to stay.

One of the largest inns in the town is called "Andu Old Store", which is the color of a safe transition.

This inn is a large inn, and the merchants who can't find the inn flock to it, so it is even more crowded.

The shopkeeper tried his best to fill each room with three or four people, and the remaining twenty or so people had no choice but to sit around in the lobby.

The shopkeepers moved the tables and chairs, and a fire was built in the hall.

Outside the door, the north wind was howling, and the cold wind and sleet were squeezing in through the cracks in the door, blowing the fire from time to time.

Most of the guests seem to be unable to make the trip tomorrow, and their eyebrows are full of sorrow.

The audience on Huashan watched it, and unconsciously from their hearts, there was a strong and abundant sense of superiority.

Speaking of which, this kind of camping was by no means uncommon ten years ago.

But now it's basically gone.

Although the infrastructure projects of the whole world are not very proper.

However, the excellent speed of movement and the way to travel make many people who go out will not miss the big towns.

Even if you're on the road, you can get to some of the bustling cities before nightfall, take a break, take a hot shower, and then have a nice meal.

Yue Buqun already roughly knew the 'attributes' of this world.

Since the perspective is locked on the Fengling Ferry, there is no doubt that it should be the Condor World.

It's just not clear, what version.

Yue Buqun is looking forward to it, the upper limit of this world is higher.

At this time, Yue Buqun still needs to stay in Huashan, and constantly strengthen the channel for the first spread of the light god.

But it's not suitable to go to the New World in person.

"It would be nice if we could train a group of people and send teams to preach in different worlds like the Temple of Reincarnation." A thought flashed through Yue Buqun's mind, and then he was temporarily suppressed.

Things have to be done step by step, and if the steps are big, it is easy to get involved.

It was getting dark, but the snow was getting heavier and heavier.

Suddenly, the sound of horses' hooves was heard, and the three horses galloped to the door of the inn.

Among the viewers who watched the 'live broadcast', the younger 'young heroes' immediately widened their eyes and became interested.

Let them understand how magical and mysterious Yue Buqun's methods are, they are confused, and they can only applaud.

But if there is a heroic and beautiful heroine, then they will quietly hold it in their stomachs and judge it.

I saw the woman who was talking to the innkeeper at the beginning, more than thirty years old, with an apricot face and peach cheeks, a beautiful face, wearing a royal blue brocade leather jacket, a piece of mink skin exposed at the neckline, and the costume was quite luxurious.

Although he is a little older, it is the time when he is plump and juicy, which is indeed just right for people with Mende's syndrome.

The teenage boy Lang probably only looks at his face.

But mature young people in their twenties know what a sinking orientation is.

It's just good-looking and a fart, you have to have style, you have to have a figure, you have to know how to be interesting...

"This... What is the world that I can go to? "Someone whispered.

Although a large area of 'silence' has been turned on in the square, there is still no obstacle to communication in a small area.

"Probably! Why don't you ask Master Yue for me? Another young man said.

In the past, when the mountains were very high, the water was very long, and the road was very long, the beautiful little sisters in the sect liked all the gentle and handsome senior brothers, and the meat was rotten in the pot.

Now the mountains are pierced by trains, the water is easily conquered by steel steamers and bridges across the river, the road is getting shorter and shorter, but the vision of the little sisters is getting higher and higher.

Many fledgling young people can't compete with those old oilmen who have been in the rivers and lakes for a while, have family backgrounds, means, and capabilities.

Therefore, they urgently need to open up a fresh territory of rivers and lakes, so that they can also have a dimensionality reduction strike.

Look backwards.

The beautiful woman was followed by a man and a woman, both fifteen or sixteen years old, the man had thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a rough expression, but the woman was elegant and beautiful.

The boy and the girl both wore pale green satin leather jackets, and a string of pearls hung from the girl's neck, each bead was the size of an ordinary little finger, and it glowed faintly.

"Huh!" In the direction of the Emei faction, the current head of Emei, Xiaoyue Shi, was too surprised.

Today's Emei faction, the faction learned from the Hengshan faction, transferred to the 'medical martial arts', and has returned to the ranks of the first-class faction from the down-and-out Bashu faction.

Many ladies from high-ranking families will choose the Emei faction if they can't enter Huashan or Hengshan Gate Wall.

After all, a woman who cultivates medicine and martial arts not only knows medical skills, understands medicinal diets, but also has a good figure, delicate skin, and has the art of nourishing and fixing her face.

Many big families are happy to marry such a woman.

"What did Mrs. Shi recognize?" The head of the Qingcheng faction on the side, Feng Shaozi, asked.

Since the Qingcheng faction went to the Yucanghai lineage, it was then in charge of the Dao vein, and returned to the quiet of Qingcheng, and there was a lot less useless fighting.

Although it is now ranked second or third in the rivers and lakes, its reputation is much better.

"That younger woman looks a bit like the ancestor of our Emei faction."

"Not sure... Look again! Mrs. Xiaoyue didn't admit it directly.

Although the portrait of the ancestor Guo Xiang is circulating, the degree of realism is not high, and the portrait was painted when Guo Xiang was about 30 years old, which is different from Guo Xiang, who is now less than 16 years old.

Soon after the three people in the picture sat down, the shopkeeper brought the meal.

The dishes were also hearty, with chicken and a large pot of white wine.

The beautiful young woman drank a lot of wine, and drank bowl after bowl, and the young man and the beautiful girl also drank some with her.

Between the three of them, it is easy to read the relationship between them.

After listening to some conversations, Mrs. Xiaoyue gradually determined the identities of these three people.

It's a little exciting, but it's even more amazing.

Who would have thought that across time and space, they could still see their ancestors in their youth?

There was a lot of conversation in the inn.

Through the conversations of these people, in the eyes of the audience on Huashan, a martial arts painting scroll in the late Southern Song Dynasty gradually appeared.

Compared with the former Ming martial arts, there is a little less intrigue, filthy and despicable, and a little more checkmate, and the rivers and lakes are fluttering.

Many people forget to die in casual casual conversation, which also makes many people feel the same way.

Although the Mongol invasion is not the same thing as the treacherous invasion, there is still some sense of substitution in general.

Among them, the frequent appearance of the three words 'Condor Man' has attracted the attention of some people.

I just know who the Condor Man is, but basically nothing.

Most people are just curious to ask around, but they don't get answers.

Time spanned hundreds of years, and dynasties have changed several times.

The name of Yang Guo, the Condor Hero, has been buried by history.

There is no one in Wulin who specializes in writing a history book, even if there is... Nor can it last for hundreds of years of records.

Although the name of 'Condor Hero' in that era was far better than Guo Xiang, far better than Zhang Junbao, who was still a lay disciple in Shaolin, and better than He Zudao, who was still in the jungle in Kunlun.

However, time is also unforgiving.

Even Dugu can be defeated to the point that almost no one knows, let alone Yang Guo?

Only by inheriting the Taoist system can the name be engraved in the martial arts and spread for a long time.

This may also be one of the meanings of the existence of the sect.

In the picture, Guo Xiang has been involved in the discussion of Yang Guo, the Condor Hero, and completely ignored his sister's warning.

The naïve and romantic Guo Xiang, although known as Xiaodong Evil, in fact, at this time, her evil is only reflected in a relatively maverick style.

She can ignore good and evil to a certain extent, she can change cups with beggars and rough men, and she can also talk about the past and the present with some people who have a bad reputation in the rivers and lakes.

Fortunately, she was born in the gold system, if she was placed in the ancient system, she would die quickly, and in the Wen system, she would be insulted many times.

Bang!

A sudden explosion of thunder woke everyone in the inn.

It is extremely rare for such thunder to suddenly sound on a snowy day.

Many people unconsciously probe outward.

Then they all saw the rain of light falling down from the sky above the broken clouds.

The light rain fell, and many people were vigilant to dodge.

Including Guo Xiang's sister Guo Fu.

But Xiao Guo Xiang, who was not beaten by the society, was bold, secretly ran to the window, and stretched out a white and tender little hand.

Warm fingertips.

A ray of light fell on her palm, but instead of dissipating, it became more and more condensed, absorbing the other lights around her.

"Pass the test and find a successor who meets the judgment."

"Now please choose any kind of martial arts, such as the Great Bright Fist Method, the Righteous Qi Sword Song Technique, and the Rising Sun Gong, as the foundation martial arts of the Bright Martial Dao." In Guo Xiang's ears, a gentle and serious voice sounded.

This is the voice of the first light, and it is also the choice that the first light gave her.

At the same time, there are still some people who are bold enough to come into contact with the light and rain.

But among them, there was no one who passed the judgment.

Even if it's a glorious warrior who 'borrows light', it's not just anyone.

In the inner world without the plasma spark tower, one's own good and evil are the key to judgment.

(End of chapter)