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To the world of magic wood and porcelain plates, Feng Qinglang is an outsider. Once awakened, she can naturally grasp many of the most basic rules of the world.

He guessed that this magical weapon handed down from the ancient times should have been a tool for thinking training, or a way for the ancients to play, trying to become the master of the world in a world of chaotic deduction...

I don’t know, it was originally set to go through a period of ignorance after entering, temporarily forgetting the identity in reality, so that you can be more immersed in this world; or after time has passed, the current magic wood porcelain plate has actually been damaged, so it will be broken. Allow the participant to amnesia for a period of time.

Ke Erduoduo's body has been quickly reduced to ashes under the sun, and the so-called fragment of godhead, a delicate silver necklace, slowly rises from the ashes and enters the two-meter-high void, drifting quietly.

For this world, if you want to ignite the divine fire and break through the crystal wall of the plane, the so-called godhead fragments are equivalent to a key.

Feng Qinglang hooked her finger towards the necklace, and the necklace flew to her fingertip, but it was no longer in the shape of a necklace, but turned into a drop of silver-gray water, which just condensed on the fingertip of his index finger.

Feng Qinglang suddenly realized that in the world of phantom wood porcelain plates, the so-called divine artifacts have their own appearance in everyone's hands...

He was inexplicably associating that in the real world outside, the number one sacred object in the world of the undead, Farley's holy coffin, is not like this. It is said that it will be destroyed in different lands, different environments, and in the hands of different people. presents a different look...

This kind of association can easily make him think of that great name, that weird secret in the depths of the spiritual sea, and then fall into the myth again. Feng Qinglang took a deep breath and resolutely stopped this unnecessary and panic-stricken speculation. .

Now that the godhead fragments are in his hands, he can break through the crystal wall, break the constraints of the world's rules, and ignite the divine fire, but he has no believers in this world at all, and he can't talk about the power of faith. He can only follow the rules and become a god. Become a god first, and then recruit believers to strengthen your faith.

When he thinks this way, the most basic rules of this plane are like a girl who has taken off her full dress and washed her lead, gradually revealing her original face in front of him. Looking around, there are endless and countless Large and small cubes are piled up to form the world of this plane, and the force of slight friction and collision between them forms the rule of wind; the brilliance they produce during friction is the rule of fire; when they dissolve into liquid, they flow down , is the rule of water...

The rules are clear at a glance, just like a illusionist who builds a complete world and is slowly explaining the structure to his students.

Because she understood the origin of the rules, Feng Qinglang raised her head, and she could see the cloud layer made of infinitely small squares. In this special perspective, above the cloud layer, there are crystal walls like sandpaper, and one after another is protruding. Faces, compared to this almost black-and-white cube world, these are actually the faces of creatures, including humans, elves, and tauren...and they are full of colors, and they are staring at their positions.

Feng Qinglang understood that these were the gods on this plane, and they felt something, so they looked curiously to see if a new god could be born.

Many of these faces were vaguely hostile. Feng Qinglang knew very well that a new god who became a god by rules was like a tree without roots. He is a god who has no tendency to believe in it for the time being.

But Feng Qinglang can't control so much anymore. He has been ignorant for a long time, and he doesn't know the progress of other competitors. It may not be the best time to become a god, but he is just a participant after all, not this The original creatures born in the world don't have so much time to find believers slowly and steadily.

The drop of crystal clear water on the fingertips slowly melted into it, and since his fingers started to shine, it seemed to be coated with a layer of sacred brilliance, and the laws of the entire plane also resonated accordingly, transforming into an illusion. Tens of thousands of mainstream creatures of this plane, in illusory forms and in various poses, surround him and become the only colorful halo on the earth, reflecting each other with the faces of the gods in the sky.

When the layer of sacred brilliance on it slowly faded away, and Feng Qinglang seemed to have returned to an ordinary plane creature again, a beam of light gushed out, dazzling the sky with brilliance. In the beam of light, there was a gorgeous and moving phoenix. There are roaring ligers, sleeping giant crocodiles... all kinds of magical beasts in thousands of forms, dancing together with radiant light, like a silent waterfall flowing back to the sky!

Most of the faces of the gods avoided this area, lest their laws be involved, and a few gods tried to approach, using their law power to interfere with the waterfall and prevent this creature from becoming a god.

However, their interference did not play a decisive role. The crystal wall above the sky was pierced by a single stab, and the original rules that penetrated the heavens and the earth were poured into Feng Qinglang's body at once. He couldn't help screaming up to the sky, his realm rapidly improved, and he reached the peak of the power that this plane could bear in an instant, and his whole body suddenly turned into a part of light, following the backward waterfall, he jumped out of the crystal wall of the plane in one fell swoop outside!

Even though Feng Qinglang has seen a lot of illusion worlds, the scene outside the crystal wall of the plane still makes him feel a power that shakes people's hearts.

Feng Qinglang is passing through the regular field of vision, and can clearly see the real time and space of the world in the magic wood porcelain plate!

Left, right, up and down, there are endless planes. These planes may be large or small. The small ones are just a continent with a radius of a million miles. The large planes can even accommodate thousands of stigmata. Life is born, and countless stories are being staged in it, including love and hatred, conspiracy, and displacement... You can see a story if you look at any corner, and you can read a journey when you look at a creature.

For these creatures, they may exist in different time and space rules, but for them, this is their real life. Every life is fighting for its own future, walking desperately on the road ahead superior.

Some planes with a high time flow rate are sometimes just glimpsed by Feng Qinglang, a peerless genius, who has completed his brilliant life, and some planes with dark edges are just swept away, and the entire plane is completed. The journey from birth to destruction... Feng Qinglang couldn't help but realize something.

On the edge of the endless plane, the world is still expanding. In the void at the end of the plane forest, there are a lot of chaotic forces colliding crazily. Some lucky planes are born from this, and there are also a lot of unlucky ones. The planes thus perish in the force of the collision.

The plane that Feng Qinglang jumped out of now is just an insignificant member of the plane forest, bathed in the brilliance of the big world, the structure and rules have stabilized.

The gods on this plane, their divine kingdoms are like satellites, revolving around this plane in their own orbits.

Similar situations are happening in hundreds of millions of planes, and an unknown number of gods are enjoying the power of believers' faith in their own kingdom of God.