"The so-called Martial Dao, Martial Soul, what exactly is it?"
Qin Mu looked at the descendants of the protoss around him, and found that these people indeed had an aura that was different from ordinary people, and they had a spirit of going forward to break through all obstacles.
This is not the same as the spirit of the times of the supernatural beings in Yankang Kingdom.
Although the supernatural beings in Yankang are also brave and aggressive, their temperament and spirit are flexible and changeable, like boiling oil, each bubble has a different color, which is the spirit endowed to them by the era of political reform. Let go, a hundred schools of thought contend.
And the spirit of these descendants of the protoss is not the spirit of the times, but the spirit of martial arts.
This kind of spirit is not like the butcher, a master of swordsmanship who is so talented, nor is he like a master of swordsmanship like a village chief, who is smart and restrained, nor is he like a master of magic, like Granny Si, who is clever and eccentric. , It is different from the blind man who sees everything and is unrestrained, and it is also different from the dumb fire hidden in the volcanic furnace.
They are like ascetic monks, like Ma Ye who has not yet become a Buddha.
Qin Mu's eyes lit up.
Yes, just like Ma Ye!
Ma Ye in the disabled village.
At that time, Master Ma was unsmiling, serious, and serious about everything. Qin Mu learned his seriousness and concentration from him.
Although Ma Ye's body is straight, he gives people the feeling of moving forward with a heavy load, as if he is carrying a Mount Sumeru on his back, and this mountain is pressing on him.
This pressure became his motivation.
Of course, pressure turns into motivation without being overwhelmed. If the pressure is too high, the whole person will be overwhelmed.
Mr. Ma was crushed for a while, but after Qin Mu came to Disabled Elderly Village, he calmed down the pressure and continued to move forward bravely.
These young protoss descendants in the heavens of the Bullfighting Temple, like Master Ma, are also a group of warriors who are under great pressure.
However, their pressure is not Mount Sumeru, but their ethnic divine bridge is completely broken, the divine bridge realm does not exist at all, and the despair of not being able to cultivate to the divine realm.
This desperation will become motivation, forcing them to move forward and find a way to solve it.
It will also become a mountain that straddles them and completely destroys their spiritual will.
"It's a warrior!"
Qin Mu's eyes became brighter and brighter, and he showed a smile: "Once upon a time, I did not cultivate supernatural powers, and I was also such a warrior. But after opening the spiritual embryo treasure, I gradually forgot this spirit."
Martial artist is the title when you have not yet stepped into the path of cultivation. Warrior can only use low-level means such as fists, feet and weapons. Ma Ye was also a warrior when he was in Disabled Old Village. Stronger and fiercer!
Finally, everyone began to enter the Nantianmen, Qin Mu stood still, he didn't quite understand the meaning of Wudou Tianshi letting them enter the Nantianmen, what does martial arts have to do with entering the Heavenly Palace
Under the Nantian Gate, a woman suddenly let out a muffled grunt, her bones and tendons were broken under the heavy pressure, her whole body suddenly became a lot shorter, and she was lying on the ground vomiting blood!
Another boy was walking when his leg bone broke suddenly.
There are also small holes in the human body that burst open, and blood gushes out, and the blood flows like a gush.
Some people suddenly spurted blood, and their internal organs burst under the pressure!
Others seem to be carrying a Nantianmen, some people are crushed until their physical body shrinks continuously, and they move forward under the pressure, and when they take a step, the pressure suddenly increases, making them less than five feet tall.
Moving on, the bodies became smaller, and soon they were crushed to less than a foot tall.
Someone was crushed, knelt on the ground, propped his hands on the ground, and vomited blood, and then his arms could not support the pressure of Nantianmen, and his arm bones broke.
More people were shouting loudly, opening and closing their fists and feet, resisting the pressure of Nantianmen with physical supernatural powers, their fists and feet were like sky-opening axes, splitting the pressure and moving forward step by step.
Qin Mu frowned, and looked at the Nantian Gate in doubt. Is this gate really the gate of the Emperor's Throne, and the pressure can only be endured by a true god
How can a supernatural being in the realm of life and death withstand this kind of pressure
If it is the Nantian Gate of the emperor's seat powerhouse, I am afraid that only a true god has the strength to cross it. If you don't cultivate into a true god, you will be crushed or even crushed to death!
It is impossible for Master Wu Dou to use this method to eliminate them, right
"The rune imprint on the Nantian Gate is not fully illuminated."
Qin Mu observed that the textured patterns on the Nantian Gate were less than one percent illuminated, indicating that the pressure was far from reaching the level of a true god.
Obviously Wudou Tianshi also has a sense of proportion.
Although these protoss have been walking for a long time, the Nantian Gate is too high and wide, and they have not yet walked half the distance. Obviously, with the increasing pressure, this gate alone will eliminate most of the supernatural powers.
Qin Mu took off his shirt, shirtless, tied up his trousers, and said with a smile, "Fatty Long, you don't have to go in, take care of my clothes."
He handed over his clothes and gluttonous bag to Long Qilin, with bare hands and no weapons.
Long Qilin breathed a sigh of relief, took the clothes over, and said, "Doesn't the leader use sword pills?"
"Need not!"
Qin Mu let out a low cry, raised one hand and lowered the other, a green dragon texture appeared on his back, and gradually turned into a big green dragon, the green dragon flew out of his body and coiled around his body.
He stretched his body again, his muscles and bones cracked, the blue dragon dispersed, and the texture of a white tiger appeared on his back, and a white tiger jumped out from behind him, roaring in the forest.
He leaned back with one leg and squatted with the other, the texture of basalt appeared, and a giant turtle with a dragon head and a turtle body rose under his feet, stepping on the black sea, with a thousand-winged snake wrapped around his body, ferocious and ferocious.
Qin Mu opened his arms, Xuanwu dispersed, and the flames shot up to the sky behind him, Suzaku spread its wings and flew up from the flames, and the flames filled the air.
"I want to pick up the martial arts spirit and fight in!"
He abandons all distracting thoughts, forgets all supernatural powers, forgets his swordsmanship and kendo, forgets all external disputes and troubles, forgets Yankang, and lets his spirit return to his childhood, to the time of penance in the disabled old village, to return to the Follow the horse master, follow the blind man and follow the butcher's time of penance.
At that time, he worked with the elders in the village, herded cattle and played the bamboo flute in his spare time.
His mind became extremely pure, as if he had become a boy herding cattle again, but it was different.
In the past, his mind was as pure as a blank sheet of paper, but now he has experienced all kinds of hardships and dangers to let his mind settle down.
On his neck, the wisdom beads bestowed on him by Indra Shakra Buddha suddenly spread out, falling off one by one, and each time a wisdom pearl fell off, another wisdom pearl formed.
It was 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 reflect people's hearts.
Qin Mu strode into the Nantian Gate, and when he first entered, he felt an invisible pressure suppressing him, making his bones crack.
The pressure on the physical body is relatively light, but the pressure on the soul is the most fierce!
Qin Mu shouted loudly, urging the three elixir skills of the overlord body, resisting the pressure with all his might, and walked forward.
The further he walked, the greater the pressure, bursts of dragon chant came from Qin Mu's body, it was the eight notes of the ancestral dragon, and the dragon chant vibrated, driving his blood to flow throughout his body.
He had already caught up with the first wave of people who had fallen to the ground, lifted them up with his hands, and threw them out of the Nantianmen one by one. He couldn't bear to let them stay under the Nantianmen, they would only be crushed to death.
The pressure became heavier and heavier, and the Qi and blood in Qin Mu's body overflowed and became thicker and thicker.
His qi and blood were almost berserk, turning into a surging torrent behind him, but his eyes became brighter and brighter.
Behind him, the torrent of qi and blood sometimes turned into a green dragon, the sound of thunder billowed, sometimes turned into basalt, sometimes turned into a black sea, sometimes turned into a red bird, and sometimes turned into a fierce white tiger.
All kinds of visions are changing behind him, helping him to cut through the waves and move forward bravely!
Finally, he caught up with the people in front of him, and they had been crushed into three-inch-sized people. Even so, no one retreated and continued to move forward.
Blood gushed out of their eyes, ears, mouth and nose, but they continued to withstand the pressure and tried to get out of Nantianmen.
Qin Mu was also pressed down to only about a foot high. He walked up to the front of the crowd, and suddenly laughed loudly, unrestrainedly: "It's hard to describe the spirit!"
He used the eight notes of the ancestor dragon and the Sanskrit sound of Buddhism to shout, walked forward barebacked, and chanted in a long voice: "How can a mere district be so virtuous! Wings are lighter than powder and thinner than silk, and you can't help being pulled by flowers!"
The people behind him listened intently, unconsciously being infected by his voice, the qi and blood in their bodies surged and connected, and they were inspired by Qin Mu's spirit.
"If you believe that Brahma is not me, how can you cast yourself into the heavenly palace?"
Qin Mu lifted the willow leaves between his eyebrows, shook his body, and revealed three heads and six arms, three vertical eyes between eyebrows shining golden light, three faces beaming with joy, and laughed loudly: "Mountain and moon fall into pine gold and shatter, river wind blows water and snow avalanche! Step through the gates of heaven, sit in the ancestral court and laugh at heroes!"
"Okay!" A descendant of the protoss was so excited that he couldn't help shouting.
His singing voice is bold and unrestrained, integrating the energy and spirit of everyone, leading the survivors of the gods to move forward.
The spirits of the people are connected, and they are united as one, and they forcibly blocked the pressure of Nantianmen. The blood behind them was like a vast ocean, and the sea of blood was surging.
At this moment, the old farmer Niu has arrived at the Lingxiao Palace in the Tiangong, and was about to enter the palace when he suddenly felt something. Looking back, he saw the blood in the Nantian Gate soaring into the sky, and the anger rushed into the Bullfighting Palace, shaking the stars!
The old farmer was surprised. Looking at this scene, he saw that under the Nantianmen, Qin Mu led the crowd forward, and the bodies of the people gradually grew taller, getting taller and taller, so that the pressure of the Nantianmen had no effect on them !
"Master, this one hundred and seventh grandson of the founding emperor seems to be quite remarkable."
The old cow opened his mouth and said: "His appeal is very strong, and he has a heroic heart, which is a bit like the time when the emperor was founded. In the past, there were very few people who could pass through the Nantian Gate, but now that he is here, there are probably 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."
With a blank expression on his face, the old farmer turned around and walked into the Lingxiao Palace, saying: "You come and guard the level of the Lingxiao Palace, I want to see if he can break in!"
The old cow stood up on two hind legs, shook his body, and the green dragon scales flowed all over his body, and said with a smile: "Master, this is bullying them. But if you don't defeat the master, who can ascend to the heaven without a realm?"