"What is the so-called martial arts, martial spirits?"

Qin Mu looked at these descendants of the Protoss around him, these people did have an aura that was different from ordinary people, and they had the spirit of going forward to break all obstacles.

This is different from the spirit of the times of the supernatural powers of Yankang Kingdom.

Although Yankang's supernatural powers are also brave and enterprising, their temperament and spirit are flexible and changeable, like boiling oil, each bubble carries a different color, which is the spirit given to them by this era of change, a hundred flowers are blooming, and a hundred schools of thought are contending.

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

This kind of spirit is not like the butcher and other sword masters who are full of talents, not like the village chief and other kendo masters who are smart and restrained, nor like the supernatural powers such as Granny Si who are clever and eccentric, unlike the talents of the deaf who shrink into the painting, different from the blind man who perceives everything and is chic and uninhibited, and different from the dumb fire hidden in the volcanic furnace.

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

Qin Mu's eyes lit up.

That's right, it's like Ma Ye!

Ma Ye when he was in the old village.

At that time, Ma Ye was not smiling, his expression was serious, and he was very serious about everything, and Qin Mu's serious concentration was learned from him.

Although Ma Ye's body is straight, he gives people a feeling of moving forward with a load, as if he is carrying a Mount Meru on his back, and this mountain is pressing on his body.

This pressure became his motivation.

Of course, pressure becomes motivation when it is not overwhelming, and if the pressure is too much, it will crush the whole person.

Ma Ye was crushed for a period of time, and after Qin Mu came to the old village, he calmed down the pressure and continued to move forward bravely.

These young descendants of the Gods in the Bullfighting Heavenly Palace, like Ma Ye, are also a group of martial artists under great pressure.

However, their pressure was not on Mount Meru, but on the despair of their race, the Divine Bridge being completely broken, the Divine Bridge Realm completely non-existent, and unable to cultivate the Divine Realm.

This despair can become motivation to move forward and find a way out.

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

"It's a warrior!"

Qin Mu's eyes became brighter and brighter, revealing a hint of a smile: "Once upon a time, I had never cultivated to a supernatural power, and I was also such a martial artist. However, after opening the Spirit Fetus Divine Treasure, I gradually forgot about this spirit. ”

Martial artist is the name when he has not yet stepped into the path of cultivation, martial artists can only use low-level means such as fists and foot weapons, Ma Ye's state when he was in the old village is also a martial artist, and the combat technique school uses his own body to play the effect of supernatural powers, and the power is stronger and more powerful!

Finally, everyone began to enter the South Heaven Gate, Qin Mu stood still and did not move, he didn't quite understand the meaning of the Martial Dou Heavenly Master letting them enter the South Heaven Gate, what does it have to do with entering the Heavenly Palace with martial arts?

Under the Nantian Gate, a woman suddenly snorted, her bones were broken and her tendons were broken by the heavy pressure, and the whole person suddenly became a lot shorter, and she was pressed to the ground and vomited blood!

Another boy was walking and walking, and suddenly his leg bone was broken.

There are also small holes in the flesh of people, and blood gushes outward, and the blood flows like an infusion.

There are also people who suddenly gulp blood and spurt blood, and their internal organs are crushed by the huge pressure!

And the others seemed to be carrying a Nantian Gate, some people were pressed to the point that their bodies were shrinking, and they moved forward under pressure, and when they took a step, the pressure suddenly increased, pressing them to a height of less than five feet.

Moving on, the bodies became smaller, and soon, they were crushed to less than a foot tall.

Someone was crushed, kneeling on the ground, holding the ground with both hands, vomiting blood, and then his arms could not support the pressure of Nantianmen, and his arm bones were broken.

More people are bursting and drinking, their fists and feet are wide open and closed, and they resist the pressure of Nantianmen with their physical powers, and their fists and feet are like an axe to open the sky, splitting the pressure and moving forward step by step.

Qin Muda frowned, and looked at the Nantian Gate in disbelief, could this portal really be the gateway of the emperor's throne, and the pressure was a strong pressure that only true gods could withstand?

How can a supernatural person in the realm of life and death withstand such pressure?

If it is the Southern Heavenly Gate of the Emperor Throne, I am afraid that only the true god has the strength to cross over, and if he does not cultivate into a true god, he will be crushed or even crushed to death!

It's impossible for the Martial Dou Heavenly Master to use this method to eliminate them, right?

"The rune mark on the Nantian Gate is not fully lit. ”

Qin Mu observed that the texture patterns on the Nantian Gate were not even one percent of the light parts, indicating that the pressure was far from reaching the level of a true god.

Obviously, the Martial Fighting Heavenly Master is also measured.

Although these Protoss have been gone for a long time, the Nantian Gate is too tall and wide, and they have not yet walked half the distance, obviously with the increasing pressure, this portal alone will eliminate most of the supernatural powers.

Qin Mu took off his clothes, shirtless, tied his trousers, and said with a smile: "Long Fat, you don't have to go in, take care of my clothes for me." ”

He handed over his clothes and gluttonous bag to the dragon qilin, bare hands, and did not carry any weapons.

Long Qilin breathed a sigh of relief, took over his clothes, and said, "Doesn't the sect leader use the sword pill?"

"No!"

Qin Mu let out a low snort, raised one hand and fell with the other, the texture of the green dragon appeared on his back, and gradually turned into a big green dragon, and the green dragon flew out of his body and coiled around his body.

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

He squatted with one leg backwards, one leg bent, the Xuanwu texture emerged, and the big turtle with the body of a dragon-headed turtle rose under his feet, stepping on the black sea, and his body was wrapped with a thousand-winged snake, hideous and vicious.

Qin Mu's arms were spread, Xuanwu dispersed, and the flames behind him soared into the sky, and the Vermilion Bird spread its wings and flew up from the firelight, and the fire was permeated.

"I'm going to pick up the spirit of martial arts and get in!"

He abandoned all distracting thoughts, forgot all supernatural powers, forgot his swordsmanship and swordsmanship, forgot all external disputes and troubles, forgot Yankang, and let his spirit return to his childhood, to the time of penance in the old village, and to the time when he followed Ma Ye and the blind man to follow the butcher to do penance.

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

His mind became extremely simple, as if he had become a boy herding cattle again, but it was different.

In the past, his mind was as simple as a blank sheet of paper, but now he has let his heart settle down after going through all kinds of hardships and dangers.

On his neck, the wisdom beads given to him by the Buddha suddenly dispersed, and one by one the wisdom beads fell off, and each time they fell off, another wisdom bead was formed.

It was a pearl of wisdom made of his own wisdom.

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

Qin Mu strode into the Nantian Gate, and when he just entered, he felt an invisible pressure suppressing it, making his bones crackle.

The pressure of this pressure on the physical body is relatively slight, and the pressure on the primordial spirit is the most ferocious!

Qin Mu burst into tears, urging the hegemonic body Sandangong, resisting this pressure and walking forward.

The further he went, the greater the pressure, and there were bursts of dragon groans from Qin Mu's body, which were ancestral dragon eight sounds, and the dragon chant vibrate, driving his qi and blood to flow all over his body.

He had already 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 Nantianmen one by one. Let them stay under the Nantian Gate, they will only be crushed to death, he can't bear it.

The pressure became heavier and heavier, and the qi and blood around Qin Mu's body overflowed, becoming thicker and thicker.

His qi and blood were almost furious, turning into a surging torrent behind him, but his eyes were getting brighter and brighter.

Behind him, the torrent of qi and blood sometimes turned into a green dragon, the thunder was rolling, sometimes it turned into Xuanwu, the black sea was a wave, sometimes it turned into a red bird, the fire was monstrous, and sometimes it turned into a white tiger, fierce and vicious.

All kinds of visions are changing behind him, helping him to cut through the waves and move forward bravely!

At last, he caught up with the crowd in front of him, who had been crushed to the size of three inches, and even then none of them retreated and continued to move on.

Blood continued to gush out of their eyes, ears, mouths and noses, but they continued to resist the pressure and tried to get out of the South Heavenly Gate.

Qin Mu was also pressed to a height of only a few feet, and when he walked in front of everyone first, he suddenly laughed and let go of his wandering shape: "Danqing is difficult to write is spirit!"

He used the eight sounds of the ancestor dragon and the Sanskrit sound of Buddhism to shout, walked shirtless, and chanted in a long voice: "How can it be as virtuous as possible! The wings are lighter than the powder and thinner than the threads, and the long flowers are invincible!"

The people behind him listened attentively, unconsciously 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.

"If I believe that Brahma is not me, how can I die as a heavenly palace?"

Qin Mu unveiled the willow leaves in the center of his eyebrows, his body shook, revealing three heads and six arms, three eyebrows and vertical eyes with golden light, three faces smiling, and laughing: "The mountain and the moon are broken into the pine gold, and the river wind blows the water and the snow avalanches!

"Good!" a descendant of the Protoss was so excited that he couldn't help but shout.

His singing voice was heroic and unrestrained, merging the spirit and spirit of all people, and walking forward with the remnants of the gods.

Everyone was spiritually connected, united as one, and even forcibly blocked the pressure of Nantianmen, and the blood behind them was like a vast ocean, and the sea of blood was surging.

At this moment, the old farmer Morning Glory has come to the Lingxiao Treasure Hall of the Heavenly Palace, and is about to enter the palace, when he suddenly feels something, and when he looks back, he sees the blood light in the South Heavenly Gate rushing straight into the sky, angrily rushing to the Bullfighting Palace, shaking the stars!

The old farmer was surprised, looking at this scene, he saw that under the Nantian Gate, Qin Mu led everyone to stride forward, and everyone's bodies gradually grew taller, and their bodies became higher and higher, so that the pressure of the Nantian Gate had no effect on them!

"Master, this one hundred and seventh grandson of the emperor seems to be very remarkable. ”

Lao Niu opened his mouth and said: "He is very contagious, and he has a heroic mind, but it is a bit like the opening of the emperor." In the past, there were very few people who could pass through the Nantian Gate, but when he came, there were only dozens of people who could pass through the Nantian Gate. ”

"Nantianmen is just the first test, and the danger is still to come. ”

The old farmer was expressionless, turned around and walked into the Lingxiao Palace, and said, "Lingxiao Palace, you come to guard it, I want to see if he can get in!"

Lao Niu stood up on his 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 fly to the Heavenly Palace without a realm?"