Chapter 721

"What is the so-called martial art, martial soul?"

Qin Mu looked at the descendants of the protoss around him. These people did have a different demeanor and a spirit of indomitable to break all obstacles.

This is different from the zeitgeist of burning fire and cooking oil on the supernatural powers of Yankang.

Although the supernatural powers of Yankang are also refined and brave, their temperament and spirit are flexible and changeable, like boiling oil. Each bubble has a different color, which is the Spirit given to them by the reform era. A hundred flowers compete and a hundred schools of thought contend.

The spirit of these Protoss descendants is not the spirit of the times, but the spirit of martial Taoism.

This spirit is not like the talent of the butcher, the master of kendo, the village head, the master of kendo, who is smart and introverted, or the magic power of mother-in-law Si, who is smart and eccentric. It is different from the talent of the deaf in the painting, from the insight of the blind and unrestrained, and 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.

Yes, it's like master Ma!

Ma ye in the old village.

At that time, Ma Ye was serious and serious. Qin Mu learned his earnest concentration from him.

Although Ma Ye's body is straight, he gives people a feeling of moving forward with a load. He seems to be carrying a Sumi mountain, which is pressing on him.

This pressure became his motivation.

Of course, pressure turns into motivation without crushing. If the pressure is too great, the whole person will collapse.

Ma Ye was crushed for a period of time. After Qin Mu came to the disabled village, he stopped the pressure and continued to move forward bravely.

Like master Ma, these young Protoss descendants in the sky of bullfighting heavenly palace are also a group of martial artists under great pressure.

However, their pressure is not Xumishan, but the despair that their race divine bridge is completely broken, and the divine bridge realm does not exist at all, and cannot be built into the divine realm.

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

It will also become a mountain that will crush them and completely destroy their spirit and will.

"It's a warrior!"

Qin Mu's eyes became brighter and brighter, showing a smile: "once upon a time, I didn't become a divine power, and I was such a martial artist. But after opening the spirit of fetal God, I gradually forgot this spirit."

Martial artist is the name when he has not yet stepped into the road of cultivation. Martial artists can only use low-level means such as fist and foot weapons. When Ma Ye was in the disabled old village, he was also a martial artist. The martial arts school played the effect of magic with its own body, and its power was stronger and more powerful!

Finally, the people began to enter the South Gate of heaven, and Qin Mu stood where he was. He didn't quite understand the meaning of the martial master letting them enter the South Gate of heaven. What is the relationship between entering the temple of heaven with martial arts?

Under the south gate, a woman suddenly snorted, and her bones and tendons were broken under the heavy pressure. Suddenly, the whole person was a large part shorter, and she was pressed to lie on the ground and spit blood!

Another teenager was walking, and suddenly his leg bone broke.

There were also holes in the human body, and blood gushed outward, like a flood of blood.

Some people suddenly spit blood, and their viscera burst under great pressure!

While others seemed to be carrying a south gate. Some people were pressed to shrink. They walked forward under pressure, and the pressure suddenly increased, making them less than five feet tall.

Moving on, their bodies became smaller. Soon, they were pressed to less than a foot tall.

Someone was crushed, kneeling on the ground, holding his hands on the ground, spitting blood in a big mouth. Then his arms were difficult to support the pressure of the South Tianmen, and his arm bones broke.

Many more people burst out and drank, opening and closing their fists and feet, and withstood the pressure of Nantianmen with their physical magic power. Their fists and feet were like an axe, splitting the pressure step by step.

Qin Mu frowned and looked at the South Gate of heaven in disbelief. Is this gate really the gate of the emperor? Is the pressure the real God can bear?

How can the supernatural person in the realm of life and death bear this strong pressure?

If it is the southern gate of the emperor's throne, I'm afraid only the true God has the strength to cross it. If it doesn't become the true God, it will be crushed or even killed!

It is impossible for the martial master to eliminate them by this means, right?

"The rune mark on the South Gate of heaven is not completely lit up."

Qin Mu observed that the illuminated part of the texture patterns on the South Tianmen gate was less than 1%, indicating that the pressure was far from reaching the level of true God.

Obviously, the martial master is also measured.

Although these protoss have been walking for a long time, the southern gate of heaven is too high and wide. They have not yet walked half the distance. Obviously, with the increasing pressure, just this gate will eliminate most of the magical powers.

Qin Mu took off his clothes, bared his arms, tied his trouser legs, and said with a smile, "long Pang, you don't have to go in, take care of my clothes."

He handed his clothes and Taotie bag to long Qilin, bare handed, without any weapons.

Long Qilin breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the clothes and said, "don't you use sword pills?"

"No!"

Qin Mu gave a low cry, raised one hand and fell 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 flesh.

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

With one leg backward and one leg bent and squatted, the basalt texture emerged, and the big turtle with the dragon head and turtle body rose under his feet, stepping on the Black Sea, wrapped around the thousand winged flying snake, ferocious and ferocious.

Qin Mu's arms were open, the basalt dispersed, and the fire rose to the sky behind him. The rosefinch spread its wings and flew from the fire, and the fire was diffuse.

"I want to pick up the spirit of martial arts and fight in!"

He abandoned all distractions, forgot all magical powers, forgot his sword technique and kendo, forgot all external disputes and troubles, forgot Yankang, and let his spirit return to his childhood, return to the time of hard training in the disabled old village, and return to the time of hard training with the horse master, the blind man and the butcher.

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

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

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

On his neck, the wisdom beads given to him by the emperor Buddha suddenly spread, and one wisdom bead fell off, and another wisdom bead formed with each falling off.

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

Each pearl of wisdom is the size of an egg. Each pearl of wisdom is round and transparent. It flows constantly on his neck, as if it can reflect the hearts of the people.

Qin Mu strode into the South Gate of heaven. When he just started, he felt an invisible pressure suppressed, which made his bones snap.

The pressure on the flesh is slight, and the pressure on the yuan God is the most fierce!

Qin Mu burst into drinking, urging Ba Ti San Dan Gong, Sheng Sheng resisted the pressure and walked forward.

The more he walked forward, the greater the pressure was. There were bursts of dragon chants in Qin Mu's body. It was the eight tones of ZuLong. The vibration of dragon chants drove 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, picked them up, and threw them out of the South Gate of heaven one by one. Let them stay under the south gate, they will only be crushed to death, he couldn't bear it.

The pressure became heavier and heavier, and Qin Mu's blood overflowed and became thicker and thicker.

His blood was almost violent, 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, thunder rolled, sometimes turned into basalt, black sea waves, sometimes turned into rosefinches, flames, sometimes turned into white tigers, fierce and ferocious.

All kinds of visions are changing behind him. Help him chop the waves and move forward bravely!

Finally, he caught up with the people in front. They had been pressed into three inch size people. Even so, no one retreated and continued to move forward.

Their eyes, ears, mouths and noses kept gushing blood, but they continued to withstand the pressure and tried to get out of the South Gate of heaven.

Qin Mu was also pressed to a height of only feet. He stepped in front of the crowd and suddenly burst out laughing. "It's spirit that painting is difficult to write!"

He used ZuLong's eight tones and the Buddhist Sanskrit to drink, walked shirtless, and chanted in a long voice, "how virtuous! Wings are lighter than powder and thinner than silk, and being led by flowers is not self defeating!"

The people behind him listened attentively, unconsciously infected by his voice. Their blood surged and connected, and they were inspired by Qin Mu's spirit.

"If you believe that Brahma is not me, how can you cast death into heaven?"

Qin Mu opened the willow leaves in the center of his eyebrows, shook his body, and showed three heads and six arms. The three eyebrows were vertical and golden, and the three faces were smiling. He laughed and said, "the mountain moon enters the pine and the gold is broken, and the river wind blows the water and avalanches! Once you step through the gate of heaven, sit in the ancestral court and laugh at the hero!"

"Good!" A Protoss descendant was so excited that he couldn't help drinking.

His song was bold and unrestrained, integrating the spirit and spirit of everyone, and taking the remains of the gods forward.

All the people were connected in spirit and united as one. They unexpectedly blocked the pressure of the South Tianmen, and their blood behind them was like a sea of blood, surging waves of blood.

At this moment, the old farmer Petunia has arrived at the LingXiao palace of the heavenly palace. He is about to enter the palace. Suddenly, he feels a sense of heart. Looking back, he sees the blood light in the South heavenly gate rushing into the sky, infuriating the bullfighting palace and shaking the stars!

The old farmer was surprised. Looking at this scene, Qin Mu took the people marching forward under the south gate. The people's bodies grew taller and taller, making the pressure of the South Gate useless to them!

"Master, this one hundred and seventh grandson of kaihuang seems to be very wonderful."

The old cow opened his mouth and said, "his appeal is very strong. The hero's mind is a little like that of kaihuang. In the past, there were few people who could pass through the south gate, but when he came, there were only dozens of people who could pass through the south gate."

"Nantianmen is only the first test, and the danger is still ahead."

The old farmer turned expressionless and walked into Lingxiao hall, saying, "you watch the level of Lingxiao hall, and I'll see if he can get in!"

The old cow stood up on his two hind legs, shook his body, and was covered with green dragon scales. He laughed and said, "master, this is bullying them. But without knocking down the master, who can fly to heaven without a realm?"