The country romantic little doctor king

When one has spiritual thoughts, one is halfway to becoming a god.

Those who are able to semi-step into the realm of gods can do so in a matter of months or in a few years. By integrating the three elements of spirit, energy and spirit into one, they can break through the realm of gods and enter the level of the myths of the world in one fell swoop.

Therefore, generating spiritual thoughts is often regarded as a sign of breaking through to the martial arts realm, because those who have half-stepped into the divine realm have a high probability of taking that last half-step.

However, there are also a small number of people who are born with strong mental power and possess mental powers. Once awakened, they can release their spiritual thoughts. This kind of mental superpower is not the same as a semi-divine martial arts master, because they are two different cultivation paths.

In the martial arts divine realm, or in other words, a semi-divine martial arts master, crushing those with mental powers is like crushing ants.

Because the mental power of those with mental powers is powerful but limited, they are able to interfere with reality and move objects with their spiritual power, which is already outstanding.

At this moment, Amamiyagawa's spiritual clone was about to search Chen Yang's soul, that is, launch a spiritual attack, but he didn't know that Chen Yang had also cultivated spiritual thoughts, and the intensity of his spiritual thoughts was far superior to him.

Chen Yang's spiritual thoughts were honed with the blood core of the Ghost King. The Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang Art of Refining Gods is the best in the world, and he can even interfere with reality and move objects. That night, Qiao Qiumeng's skirt was lifted.

"Duh!"

At this moment, Amamiya Chuan shouted, and the spiritual clone that was already half-real and half-real suddenly became more virtual, condensing a drill-like beam of light and piercing Chen Yang's eyebrows.

How could he have imagined that Chen Yang could cultivate spiritual thoughts at such a young age.

Just when everyone thought that Chen Yang was about to finish off, they didn't expect that a golden light flashed between Chen Yang's eyebrows, and a vertical pupil-like slit suddenly appeared, and a streak of energy that was many times more powerful than Yu Gongchuan was revealed. Golden light beams burst out.

The golden light beam was almost solidified, far exceeding Amamiyagawa's spiritual light beam in brightness.

Just like a candlelight is to a torch, it's not on the same level at all.

"what!"

"Ah!"

"Ahhh!"

……

Just witnessing the beam of spiritual light emitted from Chen Yang's eyebrows, many people present felt dizzy, as if their souls had been pricked by needles, and let out shrill screams.

This was just the aftermath of the overflow of Chen Yang's divine thoughts, which made the onlookers react like this. If they were directly attacked by Chen Yang's divine thoughts, you can imagine how terrible the consequences would be, and their souls would have to be torn apart in an instant.

Boom!

In just an instant, the two spiritual forces collided.

The spiritual thought was invisible, but it erupted with a loud roar, with sparks and lightning all the way. You can clearly see the golden light beam emitting from the center of Chen Yang's eyebrows driving straight in, like a broken bamboo, while the divine light beam condensed by the incarnation of Yu Gongchuan's spiritual thought continued broken.

"what!"

Amamiyagawa's spiritual incarnation let out a shrill scream, but there was no way to save it, and his spiritual level was completely crushed.

"Ah, father! Damn it, why did you develop spiritual thoughts? Are you half a god when you are riding a horse?" Taro Amamiya is going crazy. A young man in his twenties has cultivated the spirit of spiritual thoughts. He is so powerful that he seems to be a semi-god. He is so unreasonable that even the stories in Arabian Nights would not dare to make it up like this.

The key point is that the boy's mental power is extremely powerful, far surpassing the mental power of his father Amamiyagawa's spiritual incarnation. Even if Amamiyagawa himself comes, his mental power will be crushed.

The golden light between Chen Yang's eyebrows is blazing, like a little sun, which is a true reflection of his strong mental power. And his father Amamiyagawa's mental strength can only be compared to that of the bright moon, which is far from the little sun.

"Half-stepping into a god, you are a monster, you are too stepping into a horse, you are a monster, this Chinese martial arts world is going to be turned upside down." Luo Zhizhong was so shocked that he almost sat down on the ground.

Just now, he thought he had broken through the middle stage of transformation and was so awesome that he could compete with Chen Yang and steal Tianmei's body, Yun Jinxiu. Now, seeing that he has cultivated his spiritual power, he turned into a coward on the spot. Wow, I really want to kneel down to Chen Yang.

Chi la la!

They saw that the golden beam of light from Chen Yang's eyebrows drove straight into Huanglong. Amamiyagawa's spiritual clone was unable to resist at all. It was as if his physical body was hit by a cannonball. It was smashed to pieces on the spot and disappeared like a wind and cloud.

At this moment, thousands of miles away in Tokyo, Japan, in a small isolated village at the foot of Mount Fuji, in a thatched house located beside a waterfall, an old man wearing coarse linen clothes was sitting cross-legged, as if Like an old monk who has entered meditation, his breath is condensed, and the mountains are standing in the distance.

The skinny figure was as straight as a sword and as indestructible as a stone. Powerful mana fluctuations were released from his body, causing the air around him to surge, like a tide, contracting rhythmically with his breathing, or It expanded and hit the four walls of the thatched house, making a roaring sound.

This old man is none other than the legendary Sword Saint of Japan, Amamiyagawa, a peerless swordsman who is semi-godlike.

The Amamiya family is a famous family in Japan. Their ancestors have produced many capable people. It is said that part of the world-famous Mount Fuji belongs to the Amamiya family.

"what!"

Suddenly, Amamiyakawa woke up in seclusion. His eyebrows were bruised as if someone had hit him with a sledgehammer, and there were bursts of stinging pain. He couldn't help but let out a scream.

If the incarnation of his spiritual mind is broken, he himself will also suffer the backlash.

Although the damage caused by this backlash to the physical body is negligible, it will leave slight injuries. He has half-stepped into the realm of gods, and if he wants to truly step into the realm of gods, the time will be delayed again.

Fortunately, he is not breaking the level now. If the spiritual clone is destroyed at the critical moment of breaking the level, the backlash will be enough to make him go crazy.

Therefore, if it were not a very important person, he would never separate out a ray of spiritual thought to protect him.

Of course Amamongakawa knew what it meant when the incarnation of his spiritual mind was destroyed. His heir who went to China for revenge would most likely die.

"Ah ah ah, who dares to break my clone and kill my heir? I will make him pay with his life!" Amamiya Chuan became angry and let out an earth-shattering roar.

The mighty sound waves struck in all directions, directly smashing the thatched house into pieces, as if a typhoon had passed through, leaving only ruins.

Just a roar can have such terrifying destructive power, which is evident from the power of the Half-Step God Realm.

Boom boom boom!

Next to the thatched house, there is a waterfall with a height of meters, like the Milky Way pouring down from the sky, day and night.

In a rage, Amamiyagawa picked up the long knife beside him and slashed diagonally at the waterfall, as if he regarded the waterfall as his enemy.

Clang!

The sound of the sword resounded, and a ray of sword light stretched hundreds of feet across, as if splitting the world into two, and the cold light covered the sky and the earth.

The sharp sword energy made a sharp sound, like the call of death from hell.