Zhang Debiao didn't know that the elders of Tumeng had such great expectations for him, and now he was a second-level barbarian fighter, and he could only release his fighting qi and form a sword, which was still 108,000 miles away from the realm of the Dou Sheng.

Dou Sheng, that is a terrifying existence, even if it is the Holy Demon Master and the Sword Saint, it is much inferior to the Dou Sheng, this is not only because the physique of the people of Southern Xinjiang is naturally strong, but more importantly, because the brute fighting spirit of the people of Southern Xinjiang has evolved from the barbaric energy, which is far more domineering and wilder than the acquired fighting spirit of other races!

One peak Dou Saint is enough to withstand the siege of two or three peak Sword Saints!

Zhang Debiao walked into the giant mouth of the dragon turtle, walked in along its throat passage, and reached the end of the passage for about twenty meters, only to see a faint magic vortex appear in front of him, this magic vortex is similar to the magic vortex that leads to the abyss in the sinking canyon, but the color is different, pure blue is erected in the passage, and it is smaller, like a portal to other worlds.

Zhang Debiao was secretly curious in his heart, and walked into the magic whirlpool, and the scene in front of him suddenly changed, and he came to an unknown reading space. This space is about less than a mile in circumference, and there are forty or fifty huge night pearls hanging in the sky, like suns, scorching and shining, and there is nothing on the ground, a barren and silent.

"This is...... Half-plane!" Zhang Debiao looked at the world in a daze, and suddenly remembered the record of the half-plane in a magic book in the Star Academy Library, and couldn't help but exclaim.

The magic book was mainly about some ancient legends and anecdotes, many of which were non-existent, including descriptions of half-planes. It is written in the book that the half-plane is formed after the death of the demonic beasts that have reached the legendary or even demigod-level realm, and the magic power of these demonic beasts does not disperse after death, which is enough to support a space, and their muscles and bones have been tempered to be extremely hard and incorruptible for ten thousand years, making this space more stable.

Those demonic beasts, the more powerful they were during their lifetime, the more stable the half-plane formed after death, and the broader the space.

When Zhang Debiao read this book, he just regarded it as leisure entertainment, and he didn't believe it at all, but he didn't know that there was really a half-plane in front of him, and those night pearls in the sky were probably the magic core orbs condensed by the magic power of the dragon tortoise!

This dragon turtle reached the legendary level realm during his lifetime, and the half-plane formed after death was not very huge, about a mile of space range, compared with the reading space of the abyss, of course, it was far inferior, but with this half-plane alone, the Tanya Temple was enough to be called a holy land!

There are nine levels of reading space in the abyss, each of which can be called a world in which all things thrive, but the half-plane has no such function, and cannot support the reproduction of all things, just a dead silence.

"Our Southern Xinjiang Barbarian Clan is worthy of being the birthplace of Dou Qi, and the foundation of the Tanya Temple is far more than that of the Silver Moon Giant Wolf Temple, and even there is such a magical thing as the half-plane!

Zhang Debiao looked at it and had an unobstructed view of this half-plane, not to mention any martial arts cheats, he couldn't even find an ant!

"No wonder Elder Titan will vomit blood when he comes here, there is no fighting spirit martial arts here at all, Elder Titan is obviously so angry that he vomits blood......"

Zhang Debiao walked towards the depths of this half-plane, and suddenly he seemed to feel that something was wrong, and quickly stopped.

I saw that more than ten meters away in front of him, suddenly the wind and clouds gathered, there was a bang, and the ground cracked a long and narrow deep ditch that was 100 meters long and more than 10 meters deep!

Immediately, this deep groove slowly closed under the action of the half-plane and disappeared.

"What is this?"

Zhang Debiao was so surprised that he hurriedly avoided this area, and not far away, he encountered another terrifying scene. This time, it was not the ground that suffered, but the space shattered, as if someone had torn the space apart with a big sword!

Then, the torn space healed again under the action of the half-plane, as if nothing had happened.

He walked through twelve locations, and encountered twelve visions, as if there was an invisible supreme master, condensing his spiritual energy, using swords, guns, knives, axes, and even fists and other weapons to use his strongest move!

Zhang Debiao finally walked through the half-plane and found that only these twelve locations had this kind of vision, and the rest of the places were lifeless, and he couldn't help but fall into contemplation.

"These twelve visions are probably the martial arts left by the twelve Dou Saints mentioned by Elder Tumeng, these Dou Saints have forced their fist intent into the space of the half plane, leaving their own spiritual imprints for future generations to observe. Their fist intent is so strong that it won't disperse for tens of thousands of years!"

"Is this the power of the Dou Sheng?"

This kind of power has jumped out of the realm of human beings, almost gods!

"What the Twelve Dou Saints want their children and grandchildren to learn is probably not their own martial arts, but to let them comprehend their own fist intent, their own fist gods!

Zhang Debiao was ecstatic, there are three most critical things in cultivating fighting qi, that is, essence, qi, and spirit.

Jing is spiritual power, qi is fighting spirit, and God is the most ethereal, 10,000 people who cultivate fighting qi may not be able to find their own god!

When Zhang Debiao was fighting against the Hogan Chamber of Commerce, he accidentally entered that realm, and then he came into contact with God, and then read a lot of books, but never found a description of God.

The spirit of the "god" can only be understood, not spoken, Zhang Debiao has never encountered it since he entered that realm.

Now, in the martial arts holy land of the barbarians, he finally saw this mysterious realm again, and it was the fist intent and fist god left by the twelve fighting saints!

The twelve sages of the barbarian race condensed their own gods, and then smashed the gods into the half-dimensional space, so that it would not dissipate for thousands or tens of thousands of years!

The cohesion of their boxing gods is so strong that it seems that they will never stop, showing the unfathomable realm to the latecomers over and over again, hoping that the latecomers can also comprehend their own spirit!

"When they reach the realm of the Twelve Dou Sheng, they no longer have faith, they don't believe in the goddess Tanya, they don't believe in the goddess of life, they only believe in themselves, they believe in their own fighting spirit, because they themselves are the gods in their hearts!

Zhang Debiao took a few breaths and forcibly suppressed the excitement in his heart, this kind of thought was definitely a big rebellion in the eyes of other barbarians, but he took it for granted, and said in his heart: "Although I understand this, how to see the gods of the predecessors and sages, how to master their gods, this is the key!"

It is one thing to understand the meaning of the predecessors and sages, but it is another thing to master the skills of the predecessors and sages, although Zhang Debiao understands what these visions are, but how to see them and master them, but he is not at all confused.

"It's no wonder that Elder Titan will vomit blood when he comes here, although there are the Twelve Dou Saint's fist intent fist gods, but it is too difficult to figure them out. Zhang Debiao sat down slowly, and said in his heart: "How did Elder Tumeng see the gods of the Twelve Dou Sheng? It's a pity that he didn't tell me ...... clearly."

The poor little barbarian didn't know that Elder Tumeng Maitreya didn't experience that kind of artistic conception at all, the old man was just bragging about his good face, and it didn't cost anything to brag anyway.

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