Tales of Herding Gods - 760. Chapter 720

“What is the so-called martial art, martial soul, on earth?”

Qin Mu looked at the descendants of the gods around him. These people did have an aura that was different from ordinary people, and had a spirit of breaking all obstacles indefinitely.

This is different from the zeitgeist spirit of Yankang’s supernatural powers.

Although Yankang’s supernatural powers are also advancing bravely, their temperament and spirit are changeable, like boiling oil, and each bubble has a different color. That is the spirit given to them in this era of reform. Release, a hundred schools of thought contend.

And the spirit of the descendants of these gods is not the spirit of the times, but the spirit of the martial arts school.

This kind of spirit is not like the butcher and the sword masters who are so smart and introverted, unlike the kendo masters like the village chief, who are clever and introverted, and they are not like the magical powers like the sister-in-law, who are clever and weird. It is different from the blind man’s insight into everything and unrestrained and unrestrained, and the mute fire hiding in the volcanic furnace is also different.

They are like ascetic monks, like Ma Ye who has not yet become a Buddha.

Qin Mu’s eyes lit up.

Yes, it’s like Lord Ma!

Ma Ye in the disabled village.

At that time, Master Ma was unsmiling, serious, and serious about everything. Qin Mu’s earnest attention was learned from him.

Although Ma Ye’s body is straight, but he gives people a feeling of walking forward with a heavy load, as if he is carrying a Sumi Mountain on his back.

This pressure became his motivation.

Of course, pressure becomes motivation without being overwhelmed. If the pressure is too great, the whole person will be overwhelmed.

Ye Ma was crushed for a while, and after Qin Mu came to the disabled village, he resisted the pressure and continued to move forward courageously.

The descendants of these young gods in the heavens of the Bullfighting Temple, like Ma Ye, are also a group of warriors under great pressure.

However, their pressure was not Mount Xumi, but the despair that their racial divine bridge was completely broken, the divine bridge realm did not exist at all, and they could not be cultivated into the divine realm.

This despair will become motivation, forcing them to move forward and find a solution.

It will also become a mountain that straddles them, completely destroying their spiritual will.

“It’s a warrior!”

Qin Mu’s eyes became brighter and brighter, and a smile appeared: “There was a time when I had never cultivated magical powers, and I was also such a warrior. However, after opening the spiritual fetal gods, I gradually forgot this spirit.”

Martial artist is the name used when he has not yet stepped into the path of cultivation. Martial artist can only use low-level methods such as fist and foot weapons. Ma Ye was also a martial artist when he was in the old village. Stronger and stronger!

Finally, everyone began to enter the Nantian Gate. Qin Mu stood there unmoved. He didn’t quite understand the meaning of Wudou Tianshi letting them enter the Nantian Gate. What does the use of martial arts have to do with entering the Tiangong?

Under the Nantianmen, a woman suddenly snorted. She was crushed by the extremely heavy pressure and her bones were broken and her bones were broken. The whole person was suddenly short, and she was pressed to vomit blood on the ground!

Another teenager was walking and suddenly his leg bone was broken.

Some people burst into small holes in their bodies, and blood spurted outwards, blood flowing like a shot.

Others suddenly spurted blood, and their internal organs burst under the pressure!

Others seemed to be carrying a Nantian Gate. Some people were pressed down to their physical bodies. They moved forward under the pressure. They took a step and the pressure suddenly increased, pressing them to be less than five feet tall.

Moving on, their bodies became smaller, and soon, they were crushed to less than a foot in height.

Someone was crushed, sitting on the ground with both hands propped on the ground, vomiting blood, and then his arms could not support the pressure of the Nantian Gate, and the arm bones broke.

More people screamed, opening and closing their fists and feet, using their physical supernatural powers to resist the pressure of the Nantian Gate, their fists and fists were like an axe, splitting the pressure and moving forward step by step.

Qin Mu frowned and looked at Nantian Gate in surprise. Could this portal really be the portal of the Emperor’s Throne? The pressure is the pressure that the true gods can withstand?

How can a supernatural power in the realm of life and death withstand this kind of pressure?

If it were the Nantian Gate of the imperial powerhouse, I am afraid that only the true god would have this strength to cross over. If you don’t cultivate into a true god, you will be crushed or even crushed to death!

It’s impossible for Wu Dou Tianshi to use this method to eliminate them, right?

“The rune mark on the Nantian Gate is not fully illuminated.”

Qin Mu observed that the lighted part of the texture patterns on the Nantian Gate was less than 1%, indicating that the pressure was far from reaching the level of a true god.

Obviously Wudou Tianshi is also measured.

Although these protoss have been walking for a long time, the Nantian Gate is too high and wide, and they have not yet traveled half of the distance. Obviously, as the pressure increases, this portal alone will eliminate most of the magical powers.

Qin Mu took off his clothes, shirtless, tied his trousers, and smiled: “Fang Long, you don’t need to go in, take good care of my clothes.”

He handed the clothes and gluttonous bags to Long Qilin, with his bare hands and no weapons.

Long Qilin breathed a sigh of relief, took the clothes over, and said, “Does the teacher do not use sword pills?”

“Need not!”

Qin Mu let out a low cry, raised one hand and the other dropped, the texture of a blue dragon appeared on his back, and gradually turned into a big blue dragon. The blue dragon flew out of his body and coiled around his body.

He stretched his body again, his muscles and bones snapped, the green dragon dispersed, and the white tiger texture appeared behind him, a white tiger jumped out from behind him, tigers roaring in the mountains and forests.

He squatted with one leg backward, and the basalt texture emerged. Under his feet, a large turtle with a dragon’s head and a tortoise body appeared.

Qin Mu opened his arms, the Xuanwu dispersed, and the flames blazed into the sky behind him. Suzaku spread his wings and flew from the flames, and the fire was filled.

“I want to pick up the martial arts spirit and go in!”

He abandons all distractions, forgets all supernatural powers, forgets his own swordsmanship and kendo, forgets all external disputes and troubles, forgets Yankang, and allows his spirit to return to his childhood, to the time of hard practice in the disabled village, to return to Follow Ma Ye, follow the blind man and follow the butcher during that period of penance.

At that time, he followed the old people in the village to beat and boil the flesh, herding cattle and playing the bamboo flute in his spare time.

His mind became extremely simple, as if he had become a boy who was herding cows, but there was a difference.

In the past, his mind was as simple as white paper, but now he is letting his mind settle down after experiencing all kinds of hardships and dangers.

On his neck, the wisdom beads given to him by the Emperor Shi Tianwang Buddha suddenly scattered, one by one the wisdom beads fell off, and each time one fell off, another wisdom beads formed.

It is a pearl of wisdom formed by his own wisdom.

Each wisdom bead is the size of an egg, and each wisdom bead is round and transparent, flowing continuously around his neck, as if it can refract people’s hearts.

Qin Mu strode into the Nantian Gate, only to feel an invisible pressure suppressed when he first started, and his bones crackled.

The pressure on the body is still slight, and the pressure on the soul is the most fierce!

Qin Mu burst out, urging the three pill powers of the overlord body, resisting the pressure, and walking forward.

The more he went forward, the greater the pressure, Qin Mu heard waves of dragons, it was the ancestor dragon’s eight sounds, and the dragons shook, driving his blood to flow all over his body.

He had caught up with the first wave of people who fell to the ground, raised his hand to pick up these people, and threw them out of the Nantian Gate one by one. Letting them stay under the Nantian Gate would only be crushed to death, and he couldn’t bear it.

The pressure was getting heavier, and Qin Mu’s blood overflowed and thickened.

His blood was almost violent, turning into a torrent of surging behind him, but his eyes became brighter and brighter.

Behind him, the torrent of energy and blood sometimes turned into a green dragon, thundery sound rolled, sometimes turned into a basalt, sometimes turned into a black sea wave, sometimes turned into a red bird, sometimes turned into a white tiger, and sometimes turned into a fierce and ferocious.

Various visions are changing behind him, helping him to cut through the waves and move forward courageously!

Finally, he caught up with the people in front of him, everyone had been crushed into three inches in size, even so, no one backed up and continued to move forward.

The blood in their eyes, ears, mouth and nose kept pouring, but they continued to resist the pressure, trying to get out of the Nantian Gate.

Qin Mu was also suppressed to a height of only one foot, so he stepped forward to the front of the crowd, suddenly laughed loudly, and said, “It’s hard to write about the spirit!”

He yelled loudly with the eight-tones of Shang Zulong and the Sanskrit sounds of Buddhism, and walked forward shirtlessly, chanting in a long voice: “How can you be as good as you can be! Wings are lighter than powder and thinner than a string, and it is too much to be conquered by flowers!”

The people behind him listened, unconsciously being infected by his voice, the qi and blood in their bodies surged, and the qi and blood were connected, and they were inspired by Qin Mu’s spirit and spirit.

“If you believe that Brahma is not me, how can you be cast as a heavenly palace?”

Qin Mu lifted the willow leaves between the eyebrows, shook his body, and revealed three heads and six arms, three eyebrows erected with golden light, three faces smiled, and laughed: “The mountains and the moon enter the pine and the gold is broken, and the river breeze blows the water and avalanche! Break through the gate of heaven, sit in the ancestral court and laugh at the hero!”

“Good!” A descendant of the Protoss race was excited and couldn’t help but yell.

His singing voice is bold and unrestrained, blending the spirits of everyone into one, and walking forward with the survivors of the gods.

The spirits of the people are connected, and they are united in a city. They actually blocked the pressure of the Nantian Gate forcibly, and the blood behind them was like the ocean, and the blood was surging.

At this moment, the old farmer Qiangniu has arrived at the High Heaven Hall of the Heavenly Palace. He was about to walk into the palace. He suddenly felt something. Looking back, he saw the blood in the Nantian Gate rushing into the sky, rushing into the Bull Palace, shaking the stars!

The old farmer was surprised. Watching this scene, he saw that under the Nantian Gate, Qin Mu led everyone forward. Everyone’s bodies gradually grew taller and taller, making the pressure of the Nantian Gate useless for them. !

“Master, the one hundred and seventh grandson of Emperor Kaihuang seems to be extraordinary.”

Lao Niu said, “He is very infectious, and the hero has a little bit of it when he opened the emperor. In the past, very few people can pass through the Nantian Gate, but he is here. There are dozens of people who can pass through the Nantian Gate. There are so many people.”

“The Nantian Gate is only the first test, and the danger is yet to come.”

The old farmer had no expression on his face, turned and walked into the Lingxiao Hall, and said, “You will guard this level of the Lingxiao Hall. I will see if he can get in!”

Lao Niu stood up on his hind legs, his body shook, and the scales of the blue dragon shook his body. He smiled and said, “Master, this is bullying them. But if you don’t defeat the master, who can fly to the palace without a realm?”