Chapter 721 Danqing is difficult to write, it is the spirit
"What exactly is the so-called martial arts and martial arts?"
Qin Mu looked at the descendants of the God Clan around him. These people indeed had a magnanimity that was different from ordinary people, and they had a spirit of indomitable determination to break through all obstacles.
This is different from the raging fire-cooking spirit of the times that the magical powers of the Yankang Kingdom possessed.
Although Yankang's magical practitioners are also brave and vigorous, their temperament and spirit are flexible and changeable, like boiling oil, each bubble has a different color. That is the spirit given to them in the era of political reform. Baihua Jing
Let go and let a hundred schools of thought contend.
The spirit and spirit of these descendants of the gods are not the spirit of the times, but the spirit of the martial arts masters.
This kind of spirit is not like that of a master of swordsmanship such as the Butcher, who is so talented and talented, nor is it like a master of swordsmanship such as the village chief who is agile and restrained, nor is it like the clever and eccentric master of magical powers such as Granny Si, who is different from the deaf man whose talents are shrunk in the painting.
, it is different from the blind man who sees everything and is free and unrestrained, and it is different from the mute whose fire is hidden in the volcanic furnace.
They are like ascetics, like Lord Ma who has not yet become a Buddha.
Qin Mu's eyes lit up.
Yes, just like Mr. Ma!
Ma Ye in the Disabled Old Village.
At that time, Mr. Ma was unsmiling, serious, and took everything seriously. Qin Mu learned his seriousness and concentration from him.
Although Mr. Ma's body is upright, he gives people the feeling of carrying a heavy load. He seems to be carrying Mount Sumeru on his back, and the mountain is pressing on him.
This pressure became his motivation.
Of course, pressure becomes motivation only when it is not overwhelming. If the pressure is too great, it will crush the whole person.
Mr. Ma was crushed for a while. After Qin Mu came to Canlao Village, he calmed down the pressure and continued to move forward bravely.
These young descendants of the gods in the Bullfighting Heavenly Palace, like Master Ma, are also a group of warriors who are under great pressure.
However, their pressure is not from Mount Sumeru, but from the despair that their race's divine bridge is completely broken, the divine bridge realm does not exist at all, and they cannot achieve the divine realm.
This despair will become motivation, forcing them to move forward and find a solution.
It will also become a mountain that crushes them and completely destroys their spiritual will.
"It's a warrior!"
Qin Mu's eyes became brighter and brighter, and he revealed a smile: "Once upon a time, I was such a warrior before I had developed supernatural powers. However, after opening the Spirit Embryo Treasure, I gradually forgot about this spirit."
Warriors are the term used when one has 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 Canlao Village. The combat skills school uses one's own body to produce magical effects, and the power is also great.
Stronger and fiercer!
Finally, everyone began to enter the Nantianmen. Qin Mu stood still. He didn't quite understand the meaning of the martial arts master letting them enter the Nantianmen. What does entering the Tao through martial arts have to do with entering the heavenly palace?
Under the Nantian Gate, a woman suddenly groaned. She was crushed by the heavy pressure so much that her bones and tendons were broken. She suddenly became a lot shorter and was pressed to the ground, vomiting blood!
Another young man was walking when his leg bone suddenly broke.
There are also people whose flesh bodies are bursting with small holes, and blood spurts out in a steady stream.
Some people suddenly spit out blood, and their internal organs burst under the huge pressure!
Others seemed to be carrying a Nantianmen, and some people were pressed so hard that their bodies kept shrinking. They moved forward with the pressure. As soon as they took a step, the pressure suddenly increased, and they were pressed down to less than five feet tall.
As they continued to move forward, their bodies became smaller, and soon they were pressed down to less than a foot in height.
Someone was crushed and sat on his knees with his hands on the ground, vomiting blood. Then his arms could not support the pressure of Nantianmen, and his arm bones were broken.
More people shouted loudly, opened and closed their fists and feet, and used their physical bodies and supernatural powers to resist the pressure of Nantianmen. Their fists and feet were like axes, splitting the pressure and moving forward step by step.
Qin Mu frowned and looked at the Nantian Gate in confusion. Is this portal really the portal of the throne? Is the pressure such that only a true god can withstand it?
How can a person with supernatural powers in the realm of life and death be able to withstand such pressure?
If it were the Nantianmen of the powerful emperor, I am afraid that only a true god would have the strength to cross over. If you don't cultivate to become a true god, you will be crushed or even crushed to death!
It's impossible for the martial arts master to eliminate them with this method, right?
"The rune mark on the Nantian Gate is not fully lit."
Qin Mu observed that among the texture patterns on the Nantianmen, less than 1% of the light-up parts were lit up, indicating that the pressure was far from reaching the level of a true god.
Obviously the martial arts master also has a sense of proportion.
Although these protoss have been walking for a long time, the Nantian Gate is too high and wide, and they have not yet walked half of the distance. It is obvious that as the pressure increases, this gate alone will eliminate most of the magical users.
Qin Mu took off his clothes, bare his arms, tied his trousers, and said with a smile: "Fat Long, you don't have to go in, take care of my clothes."
He handed over his clothes and gluttonous bag to Long Qilin, with his bare hands and without any weapons.
Long Qilin breathed a sigh of relief, took the clothes and said, "Don't you need Jianwan, the leader?"
"Need not!"
Qin Mu shouted low, raised one hand and lowered the other. A green dragon pattern appeared on his back, and gradually turned into a big green dragon. 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 the texture of a white tiger appeared behind him. A white tiger jumped out from behind him, roaring in the forest.
He squatted with one leg backward and one leg bent, with basalt textures emerging. A large turtle with a dragon head and a turtle body rose under his feet. He stepped on the black sea, and a thousand-winged snake was wrapped around his body. He looked ferocious and ferocious.
Qin Mu opened his arms, the Xuanwu dispersed, and the fire behind him shot into the sky. The Suzaku spread its wings and flew up from the fire, and the fire filled the air.
"I want to pick up the spirit of martial arts and fight in!"
He abandoned all distracting thoughts, forgot all magical powers, forgot his own swordsmanship and swordsmanship, forgot all external disputes and troubles, forgot about Yankang, and let his spirit return to his childhood, return to the time of hard training in Canlao Village, and return to
The time when I followed Mr. Ma, the blind man, and the butcher to practice penance.
At that time, he followed the old people in the village to strengthen his body, herded cattle and played the bamboo flute in his spare time.
His thoughts became extremely simple, as if he had become a boy herding cattle again, but there was something different about him.
In the past, his mind was as pure as a blank sheet of paper, but now he has allowed his mind to settle down after experiencing various hardships and dangers.
Around his neck, the pearls of wisdom given to him by the Buddha Shakti suddenly spread out. Each pearl fell off, and every time one fell off, another pearl formed.
It is a pearl of wisdom formed from his own wisdom.
Each pearl of wisdom is the size of an egg. Each pearl of wisdom is round and transparent, flowing continuously around his neck, as if it can reflect the human heart.
Qin Mu strode into Nantianmen. When he first entered, he felt an invisible pressure suppressing him, making his bones crackle.
The pressure on the physical body is relatively slight, but the pressure on the soul is the most ferocious!
Qin Mu shouted loudly, activated the three elixirs of the body, resisted the pressure, and walked forward.
The further he walked, the greater the pressure, and bursts of dragon roars came from Qin Mu's body. They were the eight tones of the ancestral dragon. The dragon roars vibrated, driving his energy and blood to flow throughout his body.
He had already caught up with the first wave of people who fell to the ground, raised his hands to pick up these people, and threw them out of the Nantian Gate one by one. If they were left under the Nantian Gate, they would only be crushed to death, and he couldn't bear it.
The pressure became heavier and heavier, and Qi and blood all over Qin Mu overflowed, becoming thicker and thicker.
His energy and blood were almost violent, turning into a rolling torrent behind him, but his eyes became brighter and brighter.
Behind him, the torrent of energy and blood sometimes turned into a green dragon, with rolling thunder, sometimes into a black sea, sometimes into a black sea, sometimes into a red bird, with fire blazing into the sky, sometimes into a white tiger, fierce and ferocious.
Various visions are changing behind him, helping him to cut through the waves and move forward bravely!
Finally, he caught up with the people in front of him. They had been crushed to the size of three inches. Even so, no one retreated and continued to move forward.
Blood kept pouring out of their eyes, ears, mouths and noses, but they continued to resist the pressure and tried to walk out of Nantianmen.
Qin Mu was also pressed down to a height of only about a foot. When he walked to the front of the crowd, he suddenly burst into laughter and said wildly: "It's hard to write pictures because of the spirit!"
He shouted loudly using the eight tones of the ancestor dragon and the Sanskrit sounds of Buddhism. He walked forward shirtless and chanted in a long voice: "How can you be so virtuous in just a mere act! The wings are lighter than powder and thinner than silk, and you can't help but be dragged by flowers for a long time!"
The people behind him listened attentively, and were unconsciously affected 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 energy and spirit.
"If I believe that Brahma is not me, how can I die in the heavenly palace?"
Qin Mu opened the willow leaves between his eyebrows and shook his body, revealing three heads and six arms. Three vertical eyes between his eyebrows were shining with golden light. The three faces were beaming with joy. He laughed and said: "The moon in the mountains shatters the pine gold, and the river wind blows and the water avalanches! One day!
Step through the gate of heaven, sit in the ancestral court and laugh at the hero!"
"Okay!" A descendant of the God Clan was so excited that he couldn't help but shout.
His singing voice was bold and unrestrained, integrating the spirit and spirit of everyone into one, leading the remnants of the gods forward.
Everyone was connected in spirit and united in their will, and they were able to block the pressure of Nantianmen. The energy and blood behind them was like a vast ocean, and the sea of blood was surging.
At this moment, the old farmer Qian Niu had arrived at the Lingxiao Palace of the Heavenly Palace, and was about to walk into the palace. Suddenly, he felt something in his heart. When he looked back, he saw the blood in the Nantian Gate soaring into the sky, and the anger rushed into the Bullfighting Palace, shaking the stars!
The old farmer was surprised. Looking at this scene, he saw Qin Mu leading the people under the Nantian Gate. They were gradually growing taller and taller, making the pressure of the Nantian Gate have no effect on them.
!
"Sir, this 107th grandson of the founding emperor seems to be quite extraordinary."
Lao Niu opened his mouth and said: "His infectious energy is very strong, and his heroic mind is a bit like that of the emperor. In the past, there were only a few people who could pass through the Nantian Gate. But now that he is here, there are only dozens of people who can pass through the Nantian Gate."
There are so many people.”
"Nantianmen is just the first test, the danger is still behind."
The old farmer had no expression on his face, turned around and walked into Lingxiao Hall, saying: "You will guard this level of Lingxiao Hall. I want to see if he can break in!"
Lao Niu stood up on two hind legs, shook his body, and the blue dragon scales all over his body flowed, and said with a smile: "Master is bullying them. But if you don't defeat me, who can fly to the heaven without a realm?"