"What is the so-called martial arts and martial souls?"

Qin Mu looked at the descendants of the gods around him. These people did have a kind of demeanor that was different from ordinary people, and a spirit of moving forward and breaking all obstacles.

This is different from the spirit of the times that the supernatural powers of Yankang Kingdom have cooked oil.

Although Yankang's supernatural powers are also vigorous and courageous, their temperament and spirit are flexible and changeable, like boiling oil, and each bubble has a different color. It is the spirit given to them by the reform era. A hundred flowers bloom and a hundred schools of thought contend.

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

This spirit is not like the swordsman, the talented and unrestrained masters like the village chief, nor the magical powers like Grandmaster Si are smart and weird. It is different from the talent of the deaf man in the painting, the talent of the blind man in insight into everything and being unrestrained, and the fire of the mute 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, it's like Ma!

Mr. Ma in Can Lao Village.

At that time, Mr. Ma was serious, with a serious expression and was very serious about everything. Qin Mu learned his seriousness and concentration.

Although Ma Ye's body was straight, he gave people a feeling of carrying a burden. He was like carrying a mountain Sumeru on his back, and the mountain was pressing against him.

This pressure became his motivation.

Of course, pressure turns into motivation without being overwhelmed. If the pressure is too high, it will crush the whole person.

Ma Ye was crushed for a while. After Qin Mu came to Can Lao Village, he withstanded 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 warriors under great pressure.

However, their pressure was not because of Mount Sumeru, but because of their race's divine bridge completely broken, the realm of the divine bridge does not exist at all, and the despair of being unable to cultivate into the divine realm.

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

It will also become a mountain that suppresses them, completely destroying 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 had never cultivated magical powers, and I was also such a warrior. However, after opening the spiritual fetus divine sect, I gradually forgot this spirit."

Warriors are the name when they have not yet entered the path of cultivation. Warriors can only use low-level means such as fists, feet and weapons. Ma Ye was also a warrior when he was in Can Lao Village. The combat skills school uses his own body to produce magical powers, and it is even more powerful!

Finally, everyone began to enter the Nantian Gate. Qin Mu stood there without moving. He did not quite understand the meaning of the martial arts Heavenly Master allowing them to enter the Nantian Gate. What is the relationship between entering the Tao with martial arts and entering the Heavenly Palace?

Under the Nantian Gate, a woman suddenly groaned, and was pressed by the heavy pressure to break her bones and tendons. She suddenly became much shorter and was pressed to lie on the ground and vomited blood!

Another boy was walking, and his legs suddenly broke.

There were also people's body bursting into small holes, and blood gushed outwards, causing blood to flow.

Some people suddenly blew blood, and their internal organs burst out under the huge pressure!

The others seemed to be carrying a South Heaven Gate. Someone was pressed to shrink his body and moved forward under the pressure. They took a step and the pressure suddenly increased, pressing them down to less than five feet tall.

Keep moving forward, their bodies get smaller, and soon, they are pressed down to less than a foot tall.

Someone was crushed and knelt on the ground, supported the ground with both hands, vomiting blood in big mouthfuls, and then his arms were unable to support the pressure of Nantianmen, and his arm bones were broken.

More people shouted loudly, their fists and feet opened and closed, and used their physical magical powers to resist the pressure of the Nantianmen. The fists and feet were like opening axes, splitting the pressure and moving forward step by step.

Qin Mu frowned and looked at the Nantian Gate in surprise. Could this portal be really the portal of the imperial throne? The pressure is the pressure that only the true god can bear?

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

If it were the South Heaven Gate of the Imperial Powerful Man, I am afraid that only the true god has the strength to cross over. If he does not cultivate himself to the true god, he will be crushed or even crushed to death!

It is impossible for the martial arts master to eliminate them using this method, right?

"The rune mark on the South Heaven Gate has not fully lit up."

Qin Mu observed after watching the textured patterns on the South Heaven Gate, the lit part was less than one percent, indicating that the pressure was far from reaching the level of the true god.

Obviously, the martial arts master is also responsible.

Although these gods have been away for a long time, the South Sky Gate is too high and too wide, and they have not yet walked half of the distance. Obviously, as the pressure becomes greater and greater, just this portal will eliminate most of the magical powers.

Qin Mu took off his clothes, bare-handedly tied his trousers, and smiled and said, "Longpang, you don't have to go in, just take care of my clothes."

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

Long Qilin breathed a sigh of relief, took the clothes and said, "Don't the leader use Jianwan?"

"Need not!"

Qin Mu shouted softly, raised his hand and fell down. The texture of the blue dragon appeared on his back, and gradually turned into a big blue dragon. The blue dragon flew out of his body and coiled around his body.

He stretched out his body again, his muscles and bones slammed, the green dragon dispersed, and the white tiger texture appeared behind him. A white tiger jumped out from behind, and the tiger roared at the forest.

He squatted back with his legs bent and the texture of the black turtle appeared. The big turtle with a dragon turtle body rose under his feet, stepped on the Black Sea, and was surrounded by a thousand-winged snake, which was ferocious and ferocious.

Qin Mu spread his arms, the Xuanwu dispersed, and the fire behind him soared into the sky. The Vermilion Bird spread its wings and flew out of the fire, and the fire filled the sky.

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

He abandoned all distracting thoughts, forgot all supernatural powers, forgot his sword skills, forgot all external disputes and troubles, forgot Yankang, and let his spirit return to his childhood, return to the time of hard practice in Can Lao Village, and return to the time of hard practice in his time with Ma Ye and the blind man and the butcher.

At that time, he followed the old man in the village to simmer his body, herd cattle and played the bamboo flute in his spare time.

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

In the past, he had a simple mind as white paper, but now he has experienced all kinds of hardships and dangers and has calmed down his mind.

On his neck, the wisdom beads given to him by the King of Heavenly King of Heaven suddenly dispersed, and one wisdom bead fell off one by one. Each time it fell off, another wisdom bead was formed.

That is the bead of wisdom formed by his own wisdom.

Each wisdom bead is the size of an egg. The wisdom beads are round and transparent, and it keeps flowing around his neck, as if it can reflect the heart.

Qin Mu strode into the South Heaven Gate. When he first entered the door, he felt an invisible pressure suppressing it, which made his bones slam.

This pressure suppresses the body slightly, and the pressure on the soul is the most fierce!

Qin Mu shouted loudly and activated the three alchemy skills of the domineering body to resist the pressure and move forward.

The more he walked forward, the more pressure he was, the more he was, and Qin Mu's body came with a wave of dragon roars. It was the eight sounds of the ancestor dragon. The dragon roar shook, driving his qi and blood to flow throughout his body.

He had already caught up with the first wave of people who fell to the ground, and raised his hand to pick up these people and threw them out of the Nantian Gate with one hand. Letting them stay under the Nantian Gate would only be crushed to death, and he couldn't bear it.

The pressure became heavier and heavier, and the blood in Qin Mu's body overflowed and became stronger and stronger.

His qi and blood were almost violent, and he turned 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 blue dragon, the sound of thunder rolled, sometimes turned into a black treasure, the black sea produces waves, sometimes turned into a vermilion bird, the fire is surging, sometimes turned into a white tiger, making it fierce and ferocious.

Various visions change behind him, helping him to break through the waves and move forward bravely!

Finally, he caught up with the people ahead. Everyone had been crushed into three inches in size. Even so, none of them retreated and continued to move forward.

Blood kept gushing out of their eyes, ears, mouth and nose, but they continued to face pressure and tried to walk out of the South Gate of Heaven.

Qin Mu was also pressed to a height of only about a foot. He walked ahead of everyone and suddenly laughed loudly, unrestrained: "It's hard to write the painting, it's the spirit!"

He shouted with the Buddhist sacred voice of the ancestor Long Bayin and Buddhist sect, walked forward barefootly, and chanted for a long time: "How can you be so proud of your kindness! The wings are lighter than powder and thinner than silk, and you will be held by flowers for a long time!"

Everyone behind him listened with his ears, unconsciously being infected by his voice. The qi and blood in their bodies surged, and the qi and blood were connected, and were inspired by Qin Mu's spirit.

"If you believe that Brahma is not me, how can you be killed as the Heavenly Palace?"

Qin Mu opened the willow leaves between his eyebrows, and his body shook, showing three heads and six arms. Three eyebrows were standing upright and golden light shone everywhere. Three faces smiled happily and said with a smile: "The mountain moon enters the pine gold, and the river wind blows water avalanche! Once you step on the gate of the sky, sit in the ancestral courtyard and laugh at the hero!"

"Okay!" A descendant of a god clan was in a state of excitement and couldn't help but shout.

His singing was heroic and unrestrained, integrating the spirit of the people into one, and walking forward with the gods' remains.

Everyone was connected in spirit and united, but they actually blocked the pressure of the Nantianmen. The qi and blood behind them were like a vast ocean, and the sea of ​​blood was surging.

At this moment, the old farmer Qianniu had already arrived at the Lingxiao Palace in the Heavenly Palace. He was about to walk into the hall when he suddenly felt something. Looking back, he saw that the blood light from the South Heavenly Gate rushed straight into the sky, and the qi rushed into 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 forward with great strides. Everyone's bodies gradually grew taller and their bodies were getting taller, making the pressure of Nantian Gate useless to them!

"Master, this 107th generation grandson of Kaihuang seems to be very remarkable."

Lao Niu spoke and said, "He has a strong infectiousness and a heroic mind, which is somewhat like Kaihuang's past. In the past, there were very few people who could pass the South Heaven Gate. When he came, there were probably dozens of people who could pass the South Heaven Gate."

"The Nantian Gate is just the first test, and the danger is still behind."

The old farmer turned around and walked into Lingxiao Palace, saying, "You come to guard this level of Lingxiao Palace, I want to see if he can make a move in!"

The old cow stood up with his hind legs, his body shook, and his green dragon scales flowed all over his body, and he smiled and said, "Master is bullying them. But if you don't defeat the master, who can still ascend to the Heavenly Palace if you miss a realm?"
Chapter completed!