Bang!

The wooden door suddenly closed, and Qin Fei's figure also disappeared from Wu Shenchou's eyes.

Grass....

Wu Shenchou pinched his fists, feeling frustrated that the cooked ducks were flying. He stared at the closed wooden door and said viciously: "It's just a flash to break the door. Can I still stop me?"

After saying that, his fist suddenly raised and hit the wooden door heavily.

However, the wooden door did not move at all, as if it had taken root on the spot, and was still tightly closed.

"Somewhat weird?"

Wu Shenqiu knew his strength very well. If he punched like this, let alone a flash of the wooden door, even a huge rock could be smashed into pieces.

Moreover, the entire Martial God Temple was in ruins, but this hall was still intact, and there might be treasures hidden inside.

"Great Protector, the boy spitted blood on it just now. Maybe it triggered the mechanism and needed blood." Another Protector said, turning his eyes slightly.

"Well...it makes sense! You spit on it!" Wu Shenqiu said with a tilted head.

Damn...

The guardians who made suggestions wanted to curse. This blood is not saliva, and can be vomited out just by saying that they can vomit?

"I was injured just now, didn't you see it?" Wu Shenchou said with an unhappy expression when he saw the guardian stunned.

"Uh... I saw it, I saw it. I vomited now!" The guardian was speechless and could only use his internal force, forcing himself to spit out a mouthful of blood. Seeing the red spot on the wooden door, he felt extremely distressed.

However, everyone waited for a minute or two and the blood was almost dry, but the wooden door was still not open.

"It's unreasonable. Maybe it's because of the lack of blood. You can vomit a little more!" Wu Shenchou held his chin and thought for a moment.

"Great Protector, I..." The Protector was suffering and regretted it to the extreme. What suggestions did he make? If you spit out another mouthful, how long would it take to practice to make up for it?

However, the Shuramen was very strict, and Wu Shenqiu's status was second only to Wu Xuehai, so the guardian did not dare to disobey his intentions.

He could only blacken his old face and activate his internal force, forcing himself to vomit a large mouthful of blood on it.

I thought to myself, is it enough now?

Everyone waited for a few minutes again, but the wooden door still had no intention of opening.

"You all come here, each of you spit a mouthful of blood on it!"

Wu Shenqiu is almost 100 years old, so he naturally sees the Aurora. He roughly guessed in his heart that opening this wooden door may have requirements for physical fitness.

There are dozens of people here, and there are always people with their physiques and blood spitting out, which is consistent with the taste of this door, right?

When everyone heard this, they were all so depressed. But there was no way, so they lined up one by one and vomited blood at the wooden door honestly.

Three minutes per person, and dozens of people will take several hours.

Of course, it also won Qin Fei a lot of time.

After entering the wooden door, I felt like I had entered another space. There was a dark area in front of me and I could not see anything.

After swallowing a blood and energy pill, he quickly used his internal force to restore the shocked meridians.

After more than ten minutes, Qin Fei felt that his body had recovered some strength, and stood up with some difficulty and walked towards the depths of the hall.

Gradually, a picture of a silver cloud and a galaxy appeared in front of me. A series of white shadows, like fog, were floating on the galaxy.

There are men and women, but without exception they all wear heroic armor.

This scene is somewhat similar to the secular laser image.

It looks real, but it also has a bit of illusion.

Qin Fei didn't know if he had an illusion or if the layout in the hall itself was like this.

After easily passing through the misty picture, you can see a statue about three meters high.

I don’t know what material, but my whole body exudes a powerful power.

The face is very delicate and looks lifelike.

A black and red armor made the statue look majestic. He was carrying a long sword behind him and held it with one hand behind him. A feeling of being a dull and blessed person arises naturally.

I guess the owner of this statue must have been a top master during his lifetime.

However, the world has changed and the world has changed, most of this master has also fallen.

Qin Fei couldn't help but smile bitterly. He had become a Nipsa and could not protect himself from crossing the river. He still had the worries about the statue.

Sitting in front of the statue, his mood was extremely complicated. Wu Shenqiu and the others were waiting outside the door, and he could not stay in the hall for the rest of his life.

After all, I can't escape death!

"Boy, are you going to give up?" Suddenly, a white light appeared on the statue, and a faint phantom appeared.

However, this phantom has no facial features, just like a "faceless man".

Qin Fei was slightly shocked and couldn't help asking, "What are you?"

"Martial soul!" said the faint shadow.

"Oh, I understand, you must be the martial soul of this senior!" Qin Fei said suddenly.

"Wrong, the martial soul is the martial soul. I am the martial soul of all the martial artists in the world. Just like the 'faith' in everyone's heart, it is everyone's thoughts, not one person's beliefs." A faint shadow said in a deep voice.

"Then why are you in this hall?" Qin Fei was a little shocked. He didn't expect that he could actually meet the "martial soul" condensed in the hearts of the martial artists all over the world.

"Martial soul is also a kind of mental method for the martial arts temple to practice. It uses the beliefs in the hearts of warriors all over the world to generate martial souls. The stronger the martial soul, the higher the cultivation level. Every martial arts temple has a martial soul, and I can only represent the martial arts soul of Hongmeng Island. The martial arts temple of the Yanlong Continent also has its own martial soul. I think you should have the bloodline of the martial arts lineage in your body, otherwise you can't get in." The phantom explained.

"The God of Martial Arts?"

Qin Fei was stunned again. Could it be that his father was from the Temple of the Martial God?

Otherwise, how could he have cultivated to the realm of Shen Nine in the secular world? Perhaps he went to the secular world to take refuge in order to avoid the pursuit of enemies.

"That's right, only those who have the bloodline of the God of Martial Arts can see me!" The phantom said with great certainty.

"Ha...so what? My magic weapon was taken away and my body was seriously injured. It's not that it won't last long!" Qin Fei shook his head and said with a self-deprecating look.

"No, as long as the way of heaven does not fall, the martial soul will be immortal. If you admit defeat in your heart, you will be ashamed of your martial god bloodline!" The phantom stared at Qin Fei and said.

"Senior, I also want to become stronger, and I also want to destroy those who bully me and insult me. But strength is the king!" Qin Fei sighed and said.

"Since you have the bloodline of the martial god, you can inherit the martial soul. However, this process is a lifetime of death, I will ask if you dare?" The phantom asked in a deep voice.

"dare!"

Qin Fei stood up and clenched his fists tightly: "As long as there is a glimmer of opportunity, there is nothing I dare not!"

"Okay, then you start to use the mind method, I'm going to enter your body!"

The faint phantom turned into a white light and disappeared in front of Qin Fei in an instant.

Suddenly, Qin Fei felt countless information flowing into his body. There were more powerful mental methods and various information about the history of the Temple of the Martial Gods for thousands of years.

This is not the point. The point is that the skin on the body cannot withstand the powerful inheritance power of martial souls and gradually begins to crack.

The body slowly began to melt like a wax figure in the flames.

No, I must hold on!

Qin Fei shouted loudly, enduring the powerful pain, and even saw his body gradually turning into a white skeleton.

Could it be that I am finished like this?

Qin Fei's consciousness became increasingly blurred, but the crazy spinning force in his body became increasingly stronger.
Chapter completed!