Barbarian Throne

Zhang Debiao didn't know that the elders of Tumeng had such great expectations for him. Now he is only a second-level barbarian fighter. He can only release his fighting spirit and form a sword light. He is still far away from the realm of fighting saint. .

Fighting Saints are terrifyingly powerful beings. Even Holy Magisters and Sword Masters are much inferior to Fighting Saints. This is not only because the bodies of Southern Xinjiang people are naturally strong; Human's barbaric fighting spirit evolved from barbaric energy, and is far more domineering and wilder than the acquired fighting spirit of other races!

A peak fighting saint is enough to withstand the siege of two or three peak sword masters!

Zhang Debiao walked into the giant mouth of the Dragon Turtle and walked along its throat passage. After about 20 meters, he reached the end of the passage. He saw a faint magic vortex appearing in front of him. This magic vortex was similar to the one in the Sunken Canyon that led to the abyss. The magic vortex is similar, but the color is different. Pure blue stands in the channel, and it is smaller, like a portal to other worlds.

Zhang Debiao was secretly curious. As he walked into the magic vortex, the scene in front of him suddenly changed and he came to an unknown independent space. This space is about less than one mile in radius. There are forty or fifty huge night pearls hanging in the sky, like suns, shining brightly, but there is nothing on the ground, it is desolate and silent.

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

That magic book mainly talks about some ancient legends and anecdotes, many of which are fictitious, including descriptions of demiplanes. It is written in the book that the demiplane is formed by the death of monsters that have reached the legendary level or even the demigod level. The magic power of these monsters does not dissipate after death, which is enough to support a space, and their muscles and bones have been tempered to be extremely hard. It will not decay for thousands of years, making this space more stable.

The more powerful those monsters were during their lifetime, the more stable the demiplane they formed after death would be, and the wider the space would be.

When Zhang Debiao read this book, he only regarded it as entertainment in his spare time, and did not believe it at all. Who would have thought that a demi-plane actually appeared in front of him. Those night pearls in the sky were probably the magic core orbs condensed by the magic power of the dragon turtle. !

This dragon turtle reached the legendary level during his lifetime, and the half-plane formed after his death is not very huge. The space range of about one mile is certainly far inferior to the independent space of the abyss, but this half-plane alone In this case, Tanya Temple is enough to be called a holy place!

There are nine levels of independent spaces in the abyss. Each space can be called a world, and all things can thrive in it. However, the demiplane does not have this function and cannot support the reproduction of all things. It is just dead silence.

"Our southern Xinjiang barbarians are worthy of being the birthplace of fighting spirit. The foundation of Tanya Temple far exceeds that of Silver Moon Giant Wolf Temple. It even has such magical things as demiplanes! However, the fighting spirit mentioned by Elder Tumen Where is the Holy Martial Arts?"

Zhang Debiao looked around and saw this demiplane at a glance. Not to mention the secrets of fighting spirit and martial arts, he couldn't even find an ant!

"No wonder Elder Titan would vomit blood when he came here. There is no fighting spirit martial arts here at all. Elder Titan was obviously so angry that he vomited blood..."

Zhang Debiao walked towards the depths of this demiplane. Suddenly, he seemed to feel something was wrong and stopped quickly.

More than ten meters in front of him, suddenly the wind and clouds gathered together, there was a loud crack, and a long and narrow trench opened up on the ground that was a hundred meters long and more than ten meters deep!

Immediately, this deep groove quickly closed slowly under the influence of the demiplane and disappeared.

"What's this?"

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

Then, the torn space healed again under the influence of the demiplane, as if nothing had happened.

He walked through twelve locations and encountered twelve strange phenomena. It seemed that there was an invisible master who gathered his spiritual energy and used weapons such as swords, guns, knives, axes, and even fists to exert all his strength. The most powerful move!

Zhang Debiao finally walked through half of the plane and found that only these twelve places had this kind of strange phenomenon. The other places were lifeless, and he couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

"These twelve visions are probably the martial arts left behind by the twelve fighting saints mentioned by Elder Tumeng. These fighting saints forcibly punched their fists into the space of the demiplane, leaving behind their own spirits. Let future generations observe and imitate their brand. Their fist spirit is so strong that it will not fade away for tens of thousands of years!”

"Is this the power of the Fighting Saint?"

This kind of power has transcended the realm of human beings and is almost like a god!

"What the Twelve Fighting Saints want their descendants to learn is probably not their own martial arts, but to let them understand their own boxing intentions and their own boxing gods! I have read all the books but couldn't find something, and finally Found it here!”

Zhang Debiao was ecstatic. There are three most critical things in practicing Dou Qi, namely essence, energy and spirit.

Jing is spiritual power, Qi is fighting spirit, and God is the most elusive. Ten thousand people who practice fighting spirit 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 came into contact with God. After that, he read a lot of books but could never find a description of God.

The "god" of vitality and energy can only be understood but cannot be expressed in words. Zhang Debiao has never encountered it again since he entered that state.

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

The twelve sages of the barbarians condensed their own gods, and then pushed the gods into the space of the demiplane. Only in this way can they not dissipate for thousands or tens of thousands of years!

The cohesion of their boxing gods is so strong that it seems that it will never stop, showing the unfathomable realm to those who come after them over and over again, hoping that those who come after will also understand their own spirit!

"At the level of the Twelve Fighting Saints, they have no faith. They neither believe in the goddess Tanya nor the goddess of life. They only believe in themselves and their own fighting spirit, because they themselves are the gods in their hearts! All other gods, It’s all false!”

Zhang Debiao took a few deep breaths and suppressed the excitement in his heart. In the eyes of other barbarians, this idea was absolutely rebellious, but he took it for granted and thought to himself: "Although I understand this, how can I see it?" The key is how to master the gods of our predecessors and sages!”

It is one thing to understand the meaning of the predecessors and sages, but it is another thing to grasp the abilities of the predecessors and sages. Although Zhang Debiao understands what these visions are, he has no idea how to see them and master them.

"No wonder Elder Titan would vomit blood when he came here. Although there are the fist gods of the twelve fighting saints, it is too difficult to understand them." Zhang Debiao sat down slowly and thought to himself: "Elder Tu Meng How did he see the God of the Twelve Fighting Saints? It's a pity that he didn't tell me clearly..."

The poor little man had no idea that Elder Tumeng Maitreya had not experienced that artistic conception at all. The old man was just bragging to save face, and bragging doesn't cost money anyway.

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