The realm of human beings is not easy to describe, and it even gives people the feeling that it is like some idealistic arguments. But in reality, this is not the case. The human realm is like a mirror that can 'refract' everything, everything in heaven and earth, and even everything in human beings, is in the mirror.

Is the mirror big? It's not big, it's just the size of a palm. But is the mirror really not big? No, if you look in the mirror, you will see that the world contained in the mirror is so vast, because it is a whole world! No matter how big the world is, the mirror can accommodate it.

This is the way of man.

The same is true of the human condition.

The realm of human beings, from the most ordinary strength, to cultivate the strength, and then the strength to be rounded, and then go further, to cultivate the Gangqi, in fact, is equivalent to evolving from the original primitive water mirror, to the bronze mirror, and then to the mercury mirror, which can reflect nature more clearly and make yourself more perfect. Now Wen Xiaotian has taken a crucial step in such a perfect state.

The blade technique of the demon clan has reached the fourth order, and in his body, the Gang Qi has turned into a heavy Xuanhuang, this kind of "color" color, in the traditional Chinese culture, represents the heaviness and "chaos" of heaven and earth when it is "obscure", which is an innate state.

At this moment, outside the incomparably tall demon camp, a small figure is meticulously swinging his fists and kicking 'legs', one after another, with his fists and feet, attacking, turning into a mountain, a canopy, and a heavenly pillar that collapses...... This is Gangqi.

It can be an immortal, it can be a demon, it can be a strong person in the heavenly realm, or it can be a master of the earth realm.

Like a mirror, Gang Qi can reflect everything, and everything is exactly the same, except for the difference in essence. Wen Xiaotian's fist was clenched, and he threw a punch!

Rumble.

With an explosion, a mushroom cloud rose up, and a wave of explosions with a diameter of several miles spread out, but wherever the explosion passed, the air was ignited, burning violently, engulfing all the lives that could be swallowed. By the time the aftermath of the explosion had dissipated, a deep crater had collapsed in the center of the explosion.

In the big pit, Wen Xiaotian stood there slipperily, his bronze 'colored' skin and cold expression, like a killing god.

That punch......

Atomic Burst Fist.

Unexpectedly, he could perform such a boxing technique, and it was under such conditions. Using Gang Qi to trigger such an effect, although it is not as good as the radiation 'shooting' power, the power is not bad. He could withstand the burning heat just now, but if he replaced him with a second-order demon, he would directly turn into ashes.

This punch is so domineering.

A big white hand reached over and lifted Wen Xiaotian up. Not to mention the huge figure of the 'female' Wa Niangniang, she put Wen Xiaotian in the palm of her hand, and kept poking a finger on his body, "Little guy, what are you doing?" I made a big hole in the ground, but fortunately there was no one nearby......"

Wen Xiaotian covered his lower body, looked at Niangniang with a tangled expression, and said, "Niangniang, please spare me, aren't I interested in practicing boxing?" ”

"Don't take it as an example."

The long nails shaved on Wen Xiaotian's baby, and Wen Xiaotian ******** for a while.

In the eyes of the 'female' Wa Niangniang, no matter how old Wen Xiaotian is, he is just a palm-sized little bean. For other people, His Royal Highness Teng Snake, who is extremely vicious and causes trouble everywhere, in the eyes of the 'female' Wa Niangniang, is just a cute little guy.

I believe that an ordinary person has a thumbelina or a handsome thumb guy, and probably has the same mind. Come to think of it, that's really fantastic.

After days of fighting, both the gods and demons need a little time to rest and recuperate - in the eyes of the 'female' Wa Niangniang, this is also excellent. Dog-bite-dog-mouthed 'hair', or even both sides die at the same time, that's the best. The heart of the Virgin of the 'Nu' Wa Niangniang will not be 'wasted' here.

How to say it, Our Lady's heart is inward, and now she is helping to fight here, and the purpose is also to ensure the safety of the earth. This kind of thinking has been inherited in one line, and in the land of China, only Mozi in the 'spring' autumn and Warring States period has inherited it.

The Mohist school in history did exactly that.

Many people think that the Mohists pay attention to non-aggression and do not fight or kill people, but in fact this is an extremely wrong understanding. The Mohists talk about non-attack, not that they don't fight and don't kill people, but that if people don't offend me, I won't offend people, and if people offend me, I will return them in full - this is the Mohist 'spirit' god.

Revenge!

This is an integral part of the Mohist 'spirit'.

Let's take Little Japan's invasion of China as an example, if it is replaced by a world dominated by the Mohist school. Then the victory over the Japanese, this is not the end of the war. The war would not have ceased if the number of Japanese casualties had not equaled the losses of the Chinese – that is, the extinction of the nation.

Of course, after the extermination of the race, the crime has still not been eliminated, and the blood debt of the Chinese people still exists, so there is no way. Perhaps a monument will be erected on the islands of Japan, on which it is written how much blood debt the once extinct Yamato nation still owes China. In short, it's not like it's done defending.

Those who have really studied Mozi understand this.

Killing one person is a capital offense.

Killing ten people is ten capital crimes.

And so on, the Mohist concept, which has reached the national level, is like this. It looks like nonsense, but it's true. Because what underpins this theory is love – all people are the same, so how you hurt someone else is to punish you.

If you punch someone, they will fight back, and that's right. Because of love.

Because of love, it is not offensive. Because of love, so revenge. Because of love, we have to do the right thing. Mozi is like this, and so is Nuwa.

In her spare time, Nuwa seems very quiet, sometimes sitting there and looking at the gray 'mist' and 'mist' sky, she can watch it all day. Wen Xiaotian had to find someone to beat him every once in a while, and every time he was beaten to death. 'Nu'wa is not too troublesome at all, she has to take good care of him every time, and she said.

It's just that such leisurely days are soon gone. The demons have been rested here, and the personnel have been replenished, and the combat effectiveness has been restored, and all kinds of damaged weapons have also been roughly repaired and can be used again.

On the other side, the Protoss, a military formation of 10,000 people composed of huge gods, slowly marched towards the front line. Each of these gods was huge, and each of them carried a huge shield like a mountain cliff in his hand, and in the distance, his footsteps had begun to shake the earth.

Among the people here, Wen Xiaotian is the smallest, and there is no way to join the battle queue. But he was also given a weapon.

A black, thick, long stick.

Wen Xiaotian tried, this stick is very hard, not bad. Especially after using his own gangqi, there is still a certain amplification effect. The rumbling drums of war resounded in the battlefield. In the hand of the 'Nu'wa Niangniang, there is an extra mace 'stick' - this weapon has always been the favorite of the ancient gods.

Nothing else, simple, brutal, violent and direct.

"Little ones, let those little white faces of Arthur know how powerful we are...... Whether it is a thousand years or ten thousand years, they will not be able to conquer here, and the final victory can only belong to our demons! The brutal and crude declaration provoked a roar of excitement.

The demon race is a fighting race, it may be said that all races are to fight, but no race will be so thorough.

Their 'sexual' nature, due to the influence of demonic energy, is imbued with a tendency to destroy everything.

"Mother, how do you fight those big guys together?" Wen Xiaotian looked at the 10,000-strong phalanx composed of those giants on the other side, and the whole person was entangled. People say that there are more than 10,000 people and there is no shore, but these 10,000 people are narrowed down in the line of sight, which shows how dense the formation is.

In the face of such a formation, any master will have a headache.

Attack, it is difficult to attack the past, and if you attack it, you will also hit the head and break the bloodstream.

defense, they will crush it hard.

Countless battles have proved the horror of this kind of phalanx again and again - especially when the giants form a phalanx. But the people of the demon race have the same huge body. As long as the demonic energy is enough, their bodies will continue to grow, and the demons have the same team here.

There is no good way, to deal with such a dense phalanx offensive, then use the same method, to destroy them!

To the dull sound of war drums, the phalanx was launched.

The phalanx here of the demons was black and overwhelming, and the black pressure pressed up. Soon, the two phalanxes collided together. Where they hit, one by one the severed arms kept landing and flying, as if the 'waves' and 'flowers' and 'waves' and 'flowers' collided together, forming a line composed of flesh and blood.

It is a line of life and death.

Just as the horizon gives birth to heaven and earth, this line gives birth to life and death. All those who have been swallowed up by this line have already died, and it is difficult to leave a complete body.

In a short period of conflict, in just a moment, both sides lost about three hundred. At this time, another detachment of the Protoss was launched—cavalry, cavalry flying in the sky. A series of golden 'colored' figures, riding huge lizards, pressed down from the sky.

They use their speed, they use their impact, they use their suddenness to win this battle.

This is a dragoon.

Wen Xiaotian raised his head and looked very carefully. He did not spare every dragoon's dragon, knight and weapon. The size of the dragon is huge, just like the small hill, and the knights on it are also very large, each of them is not much shorter than the 'Nuwa', and their weapons are the bumping spears used by the knights.