Tales of Herding Gods

"What is the so-called martial arts, Wuhun?"

Qin Mu looked at the descendants of these protoss around them. These people do have a different kind of momentum than ordinary people. There is a spirit of breaking all obstacles without going forward.

This is not the same as the spirit of the spirit of the kind of fire in the Yankang country.

Although Yankang's supernatural powers are also brave and daring, their temperament and spiritual agility are changeable, like boiling oil. Each bubble has a different color. It is the spirit given to them by the era of change. Put, a hundred schools of contention.

The spirits of these Protoss descendants are not the spirit of the times, but the spirit of the martial arts.

This kind of spirit is not like the butcher's knives. Everyone has a feeling of arrogance. Unlike the priests who are the masters of the martial arts, they are introverted, and they are not as eccentric as the sages of the sages, and they are different from the scorpions. It is different from the scorpion's insight into everything, and it is different from the dumb fire in the volcanic furnace.

They are like an ascetic, like a horse who has not yet become a Buddha.

Qin Mu’s eyes lit up.

Yes, it’s like Ma Ye!

Ma Ye in the old village.

At that time, Ma Ye was not sneer, serious, and serious about everything. Qin Mu’s serious focus was learned from him.

Although Ma’s body is quite straight, he gives a feeling of carrying weight. He seems to carry a Mount Shou, the mountain is pressed against him.

This pressure became his motivation.

Of course, the pressure becomes the power without pressure. If the pressure is too high, the whole person will be crushed.

Ma Ye had been crushed for some time. After Qin Mu came to the old village, he set the pressure and continued to move forward.

These young protoss of the bullfighting heavens, like the Ma, are also a group of warriors with great pressure.

However, their pressure is not on the mountain, but their ethnic bridge is completely broken. The realm of the bridge is completely non-existent and cannot be cultivated into the despair of the gods.

This desperation will turn into motivation, forcing them to move forward and find a way to solve it.

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

"It is a warrior!"

Qin Mu's eyes are getting brighter and brighter, revealing a smile: "When I used to, I didn't make a magical power. It was also such a warrior. But after I opened the spirit of the gods, I gradually forgot this spirit."

The warrior is the name that has not yet entered the road of cultivation. The warrior can only use the low-level means such as the boxing weapon. When the horse is in the old village, the state is also the warrior, and the warfare genre uses the effect of the flesh in its own body, and the power Stronger and more fierce!

Finally, everyone began to enter Nantianmen, Qin Mu stood still in place, he did not quite understand the significance of Wudou Tianshi to let them enter the South Tianmen, to enter the Tiangong, what is the relationship with entering the Temple of Heaven?

Under the South Gate, suddenly a woman snorted and was pressured by the heavy pressure. The whole person suddenly fell short and was crushed to vomit blood on the ground!

Another teenager walked and suddenly his leg was broken.

There are also people who have a small hole in the flesh, and the blood spurts out and the blood flows like a note.

Some people suddenly spurted blood, and the internal organs were crushed by huge pressure!

Others seem to be carrying a Nantianmen. Some people are crushed and the body is constantly shrinking. With the pressure on them, they will step out of pressure and suddenly increase suddenly, and they will be pressed less than five feet tall.

Moving on, the body became smaller, and soon they were pushed to a height less than a foot.

Some people were crushed, sitting on the ground, hands on the ground, big mouth and big mouth vomiting blood, then the two arms could not support the pressure of Nantianmen, the arm bones broke.

More people are exploding and squeezing, and their fists and feet are wide open and close. The pressure of the fleshy body is hard to resist the pressure of Nantianmen. The fists are like a sky-throat, and the pressure is opened step by step.

Qin Muda frowned and looked at Nantianmen in amazement. Is this portal really the gateway to the throne, and the pressure is the pressure that the true God can bear?

Can the gods of life and death be able to withstand this pressure?

If it is the Nantianmen of the strong emperor, I am afraid that only the true God will have this strength to cross the past, and if it is not cultivated into a true God, it will be crushed or even crushed!

Can Wudou Tianshi not use this method to eliminate them?

"The signature of the rune on the South Gate is not fully illuminated."

Qin Mu observed that the texture patterns on the Nantianmen, even the ones that are lit up are not even one percent, indicating that the pressure is far from reaching the level of true God.

Obviously, the martial arts master is also measured.

Although these protoss have been away for a long time, Nantianmen is too tall and too wide. They have not yet reached half the distance. Obviously, as the pressure is getting bigger and bigger, it is only this portal that will eliminate most of the supernatural powers.

Qin Mu took off his clothes, shirtless, tied his trousers, and smiled: "Long fat, you don't have to go in, look at the clothes for me."

He handed the clothes and the bag to the dragon unicorn, bare-handed, without any weapons.

Long Qilin sighed and took the clothes over and said: "Does the teacher not use swords?"

"No need to!"

Qin Mu sipped a low hand and raised his hand in one hand. The back of the green dragon texture emerged, gradually turning 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 creaked, the green dragon dissipated, and the white tiger texture emerged behind him. A white tiger jumped out from behind him, and Hu Xiaoshan.

He leaned back and one leg, and the basalt texture emerged. The big tortoise that raised the dragon's tortoise's body under his feet, his foot on the Black Sea, wrapped around a thousand-winged snake, was fierce.

Qin Mu's arms were wide open, Xuanwu dispersed, and the fire was shining behind him. The Suzaku wings spread from the fire and the fire filled.

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

He abandoned all distractions, forgot all the magical powers, forgot his own swordsmanship, forgot all the external disputes, forgot Yankang, and let his spirit return to his childhood, returning to the time of the old village, and returning to the time of perseverance. Follow the time when Ma Ye followed the scorpion to follow the butcher's penance.

At that time, he followed the old man in the village to fight the flesh, and when he was free, he blew the cow and blew the bamboo flute.

His mind became incomparably simple, as if he had become a young boy, but it was different.

In the past, he was thinking purely like white paper, but now he has experienced all kinds of hardships and dangers to precipitate his own mind.

On his neck, the wisdom beads that the Emperor Shih Wang Buddha gave him suddenly spread out, and the wisdom beads fell off. Each time they fell off, there was another wisdom bead.

That is the wisdom of his own wisdom.

Each of the wisdom beads has the size of an egg, and the wisdom beads are round and transparent, flowing continuously around his neck, as if to reflect the heart.

Qin Mu strode into Nantianmen. When he first started, he felt an invisible pressure to suppress it, and his bones creaked.

This pressure on the flesh is still slightly suppressed, and the pressure on the gods is fierce!

Qin Mu burst into drink, urging the hegemony of San Dan, and resisting this pressure and moving forward.

The more you go forward, the greater the pressure, the dragons in the body of Qin Mu, which is the ancestral octave, the dragon swaying, driving his blood to the whole body.

He has already caught up with the first wave of people who have fallen to the ground, raised their hands and picked them up, throwing them out of Nantianmen. Let them stay under the South Gate, they will only be crushed to death, and he can't bear it.

The pressure is getting heavier and heavier, and the blood of Qin Mu’s body overflows and becomes more and more concentrated.

His temperament was almost violent, and it turned into a torrent of torrents, and his eyes were brighter and brighter.

Behind him, the torrent of blood turned into a green dragon, and the thunder was rolling, sometimes turning into basalt, the black sea was born, and sometimes turned into a suzaku, the fire was shining, and sometimes it turned into a white tiger, and it was fierce.

All kinds of visions are changing behind him, helping him to wave the waves and move forward bravely!

Finally, he caught up with everyone in front of him, and everyone has been crushed into a three-inch person, and even then no one has retreated and moved on.

The blood in their eyes, ears, nose and nose continued to rush, but they continued to press the pressure and tried to get out of Nantianmen.

Qin Mu was also crushed to the height of the foot. When he walked to the front of the crowd, he suddenly laughed and waved: "Dan Qing is hard to write is the spirit!"

He used the sacred octaves and the Buddhist scriptures of the Buddha to drink, and walked barefoot, shouting: "The district is full of high sages! The wings are lighter than the thin ones, and the long flowers are not self-sufficient!"

Behind him, everyone listened to his ears, and he was not infected by his voice. The blood in his body was surging, blood and blood were connected, and he was inspired by the spirit of Qin Mu.

"If you believe that Brahma is not me, can you vote for Heaven?"

Qin Mu unveiled the eyebrows of the eyebrows, and the body was shaken. Three heads and six arms were displayed. The three eyebrows were filled with golden eyes. The three faces smiled and smiled. "The mountain is broken into pine gold, and the river wind blows water and avalanche! Stepping through the gates of heaven, sitting in the ancestral hall and laughing at the hero!"

"Good!" A descendant of the Protoss was so excited that he couldn't help but drink.

His singing is bold and unrestrained, blending the spirits of the people into one, and walking with the gods and nobles.

The spirits of all people are connected, and all the people are united in the city. They are hard to block the pressure of Nantianmen. The blood behind them is like the ocean and the sea.

At this moment, the old farmer’s cattle have already arrived at the Lingxiaobao Hall of Tiangong. They are about to walk into the temple. Suddenly they feel a little bit of heart. Looking back, I saw the blood in the Nantianmen rushing into the sky, rushing to the bull palace and inciting the stars!

The old farmer was surprised. Looking at this scene, I saw the south gate. Qin Mu took everyone to make strides forward. The bodies of the people gradually grew taller and higher, and the body was getting higher and higher, so the pressure of Nantianmen had no effect on them. !

"Master, this one hundred and seven grandsons of the Emperor seems to be very bad."

The old cow opened his mouth and said: "His appeal is very strong. He is a hero, but it seems to be like the opening of the emperor. In the past, there was very little passing through Nantianmen, and he came, and he was able to pass through Nantianmen. There are so many people."

"South Tianmen is only the first test, and the danger is still behind."

The old farmer had no expression, turned and walked into the Lingxiao Temple. He said: "Let's go to the gate, you have to guard, I have to see if he can get in!"

The old cow stood up on the hind legs, and the body shook. The green dragon scales and flowed. He smiled and said: "Master is bullying them. But if you don't knock down the master, who can miss a realm and fly to the heavenly palace?"