The master of the Creation Pavilion was half intimidated by Murong Zhishui's ferocious power, but half was willing to do so. Ding Sheng was so powerful that he could win the miracle of creation of heaven and earth. At the age of twenty-two, he was close to the realm of the God of War.
The elder fought evenly, what kind of heroic figure is this?
Everyone is like this, damn it. Early in the morning, Murong Bai also knew that Ding Sheng had completely defeated Emperor Xiaoyaotian, and had a deadlock with Tuo Bahan, but those two were not Supreme Elders of Creation Pavilion, so there was no way to verify the truth.
, let alone anything shocking or not.
Now, now, directly in front of him, Ding Sheng's domineering force overcame the power of Supreme Elder Vajra Hercules. Murong Bai's heart was already shocked beyond description.
Others don't know the strength of the Supreme Elder, but he is very clear. I remember that with the strength of his Martial Master, the Supreme Elder slapped him and didn't scatter him. From then on, when he saw the Supreme Elder, he
He felt terrified in his heart. Of course, he was not the only one who felt this way, most of the people in the Creation Pavilion felt the same. The old man beside him was also badly beaten, and he felt quite terrified in his heart.
Seeing that the old man didn't say anything, Murong Zhishui couldn't help but glared and said angrily: "Aqing, do you plan on me slapping you again!!!"
Hearing these words, Murong Qing, the old man, trembled all over and was so frightened that he was almost knocked over and fell to the ground.
Seeing this, Ding Sheng helped Murong Bai up and said with a smile: "Master, don't be like this, we are all a family from now on, no need to stick to trivial details." Although Ding Sheng was very polite to Murong Bai, he was not like Murong Qing, which made this
The old man's face turned blue and white, and his lips trembled for a while. Then he saluted Ding Sheng insincerely with a face full of annoyance: "Greetings to senior..."
After saying that, the old man immediately turned around and wanted to leave angrily, but unexpectedly Murong Zhishui grabbed the back of his neck and threw him away, causing him to fall to the ground like a dog chewing on the mud.
"Damn it, I let you go?! Don't think that because you are my descendant, you can do whatever you want. I have a lot of descendants. If Huaiyuan hadn't begged when he died, I would have killed you long ago. Over the years
, but you are becoming more and more arrogant and wanton. The white man is really afraid of you, is it possible that I am afraid of you too?!"
This time, Murong Zhishui finally got angry. Huaiyuan was his grandson and his most beloved grandson. He had unprecedented qualifications. He reached the realm of martial saint before he was twenty years old. But for some unknown reason, a strange disease suddenly developed in his body.
As a result, his skills continued to decline, to the point where he was no different from a cripple by the age of thirty.
Seeing his beloved grandson like this, Murong Zhishui searched all over the world for good doctors but could not do anything. When Huaiyuan was sixty years old, he finally had a daughter-in-law, and it was none other than this old man Murong Qing. Due to the loss of his power, Huaiyuan was seventy years old.
He finally passed away, and before his death, he asked Murong Zhishui to take good care of his only son, Murong Qing.
As a result, Murong Qingcai became favored and maintained a high status in the Creation Pavilion, and finally became the general manager of the Elder Pavilion.
In fact, these are all things in the past, but when Murong Zhishui suddenly said it, an unknown omen emerged from the depths of Murong Qing's heart.
Faced with Murong Zhishui's rage, Murong Qing naturally did not dare to say anything.
Seeing this, Murong Zhishui also felt a little intolerable. Although Murong Qing was usually more arrogant, he had also done a lot of things for the Creation Pavilion, and he could not be entirely blamed for this incident. However, punishment is inevitable. If a person continues to
If you can't clearly see the situation at least, then what qualifications do you have to serve as the general secretary of the Elder Pavilion? At least Murong Bai performed very well in this regard.
If you are not as strong as others, you have to be humble. If you insist on being arrogant, it is quite stupid. Showing off your bravery for a while will only make you a laughing stock.
Taking a deep breath, Murong Zhishui suppressed the anger in his heart, stared at Murong Qing's trembling body, and said word by word: "I have made the decision for Ding Sheng and Ruoxue's marriage. Also,
You are responsible for all the arrangements for this marriage. If you make any mistakes for me again, I will abolish your skills and remove you from your important position. Do you understand me?!"
He felt lucky that Murong Qing was not forced to call him Senior Ding Sheng. How could he dare to object to anything Murong Zhishui said at this moment? Therefore, he nodded in agreement.
Seeing this, Murong Zhishui's expression softened a little, and then he said to Murong Bai and Murong Qing: "Okay, you take your father-in-law to play around, and treat others well without being rude."
After saying that, Murong Zhishui looked at Ding Sheng and said with a smile: "Hahaha, let's go for a walk and have a drink. I haven't been so happy for a long time. After the drink, let's fight another three hundred rounds..."
While he had just punished his descendants, he immediately invited Ding Sheng to have a drink with a carefree attitude. He was just as virtuous as Murong Ruoxue. Ding Sheng smiled helplessly, then patted Murong Zhishui on the shoulder and said, "You
Ah, there is no need to be so harsh on them. If I agree to some things, then I agree, so I don’t blame them."
"Hey, what do you know, kid? I'm afraid you don't even know your identity, right?" Murong Zhishui was very dissatisfied with Ding Sheng's words. He took his shoulder and flew up to the East China Sea, laughing as he flew,
"Haha, apart from Tuo Bahan and Xiaoyaotian, you and I are the only ones who have reached the peak of strength on the mainland. The two of them are not as good as you. Such strength should have corresponding identities. How can we allow them to act recklessly!
"
Ding Sheng still can't fully understand what Murong Zhishui said. It's just an identity, is it really that important?
Seeing that Ding Sheng didn't pay much attention to it, Murong Zhishui couldn't help but explain: "Do you think this is really a matter of identity? In fact, it is not at all. Yuanwu Continent has gone through tens of millions of years, and in the era when martial gods emerged in large numbers, who are we?
He was just a master. But now, the God of War has disappeared for thousands of years, and only you, me, Tuo Bahan, and Xiaoyaotian are the only ones left in the entire continent. There is hope that we can reach the realm of God of War. In this way, we are the hope of the entire Yuanwu Continent.
I don’t need to say more about this, you should understand it, right?”
As they talked all the way, the two of them soon arrived at an elegant and quiet island with flowing mountains and rivers and shrouded in clouds and mist.
Murong Zhishui pulled Ding Sheng to the wooden house on the side, then sat down, looked at the sea in front of him, and continued leisurely: "So, to everyone in Yuanwu Continent, we are like gods.
Existence. Since it is a god-like existence, we gain faith in people’s hearts.”
"Faith?" This time, Ding Sheng vaguely heard something.
Murong Zhishui curled his lips and smiled. He turned over his hands and took out two large jars of strong liquor. He took one jar for himself and handed another jar to Ding Sheng. He patted the jar away and Murong Zhishui raised his head and drank a few big gulps before wiping it off.
Wiping the wine stains from the corner of his mouth, his eyes were full of deep light, and he said: "Yes, it is faith. In Yuanwu Continent, in addition to the way of life and death and the way of the five elements that you practice, there is always a kind of belief, so people have faith in the God of War.
The belief of worship. This invisible power stimulates the birth of every Martial God from generation to generation."
"Oh?" This is the first time Ding Sheng has heard such a thing, and even Tuo Bahan has never mentioned it. Murong Zhishui's words are not unreasonable. Martial God is a kind of belief, and everyone hopes to achieve the realm of Martial God. Likewise,
Everyone in China has the dream of a martial god, even Ding Sheng.
But, what does this have to do with myself?
Seeing Ding Sheng's confused look, Murong Zhishui couldn't help but patted his shoulder and said with a smile: "Don't just listen, eat and drink!"
Ding Sheng smiled slightly, then opened the jar, raised his head and drank a few big sips, then smiled and said: "Okay, hurry up and say it, don't show off!"
"Hahaha!" No one dared to talk to Murong Zhishui like this, except Ding Sheng. This made him feel very happy. After all, it was like being supported by others all day long. It was very satisfying for a while, but after a long time, he got bored. Therefore.
, Murong Zhishui stood up, walked to the beach, and said loudly: "Human beings are composed of essence, energy, and spirit. Whether it is the way of the Five Elements or the way of life and death, they are all based on people."
Ding Sheng has no doubts about this. How can you practice without a human basis? Human beings are based on essence, energy, and spirit. Just like Ding Sheng's thoughts, they are actually a form of God.
"Therefore, we cultivate the physical body to stimulate its potential and raise the essence to an extremely powerful level, but it is difficult to cultivate the gods." The "god" Murong Zhishui mentioned is divine consciousness. After Martial Lord, even the Martial Emperor's divine consciousness was almost
They are all stagnant. Ding Sheng also agrees with this. His consciousness and thoughts seem to be difficult to make progress.
"The God of Martial Arts has cultivated the gods to a supreme state, turning the visible Sumeru space into intangible. He can shatter the sky and the earth with his thoughts, and can destroy all things with just a move of his hands." Murong Zhishui took a slight step forward and raised his hands.
, a void strike.
A wave of energy surged out instantly like a dragon, but the space remained unmoved at all.
"Therefore, the final step in martial arts training is the sublimation of the 'god'." As he spoke, Murong Zhishui struck again, this time with powerful spiritual consciousness, and the space was instantly broken open with a long
circular gap.
This kind of attack has little effect on combat. Using divine consciousness to attack opponents of the same level has almost no effect, but for a space without any "gods", divine consciousness is undoubtedly powerful.
Seeing this, Ding Sheng's eyes gradually lit up. He has always been cultivating the way of heaven to assist in the improvement of his physical body. It is a coincidence that he occasionally gets strange thoughts about life and death, and he has never
I thought about improving my ability to think in the past, but I never thought about improving my spiritual consciousness.
"There are not many ways to improve your spiritual consciousness. It can even be said to be extremely rare." Murong Zhishui put away his posture, returned to the wooden house again, sat down, raised the wine jar and drank a few sips, then continued.
, "And faith is one of the ways."
"Oh?" At this time, Ding Sheng was surprised. The improvement of thoughts can rely on the understanding of nature, but what about spiritual consciousness? Ding Sheng didn't know how to improve it. If spiritual consciousness cannot reach the realm of the Martial God, then just
Mastering the way of heaven and physical strength is not a complete martial arts cultivation. It is even difficult to say whether Ding Sheng can break through to the realm of the God of Martial Arts.
The Martial God is also a human being, and he also needs the support of energy and spirit. The energy has reached a certain height, but the spiritual consciousness still stays in place, so how can we break through the Martial God?
The God of War is actually a very mysterious concept. Ding Sheng always thought that he could achieve the God of War by mastering the way of life and death, but it seems that things are not that simple. It is not only the issue of the Five Elements being blocked, but also the "god" involved.
Questions about cultivation. If Ding Sheng has mastered the way of life and death, he is only in the realm of Emperor Martial. How can he reach the God of Martial? If he has not reached the God of Martial, then what can be used to build a space bridge between Yuanwu Continent and the world of Tianwaitian?
But what about the faith that Murong Zhishui talked about?
Seeing the confusion on Ding Sheng's face, Murong Zhishui couldn't help but said: "Faith is also a matter of identity. Ding Sheng, if you establish a strong enough power, the world will worship you endlessly, even if this worship is only deep in the heart
, you can also feel the promotion of "God" all the time."
After saying that, Murong Zhishui stretched out his palm, and the next moment, a miracle happened.
On the palm of Murong Zhishui's hand, circles of translucent ripples like water waves were rippling. Within the ripples, many people appeared, including many people from the Creation Pavilion, as well as many martial arts in Yuanwu Continent.
The silhouettes of the cultivators are just traces of golden aura constantly flowing from their bodies. These auras are constantly pouring into the ripples. Obviously, aren't these ripples the source of Murong Zhishui's spiritual consciousness?
"How's it going?" Seeing that Ding Sheng looked a little dazed, Murong Zhishui said proudly, "This is the benefit brought by an identity. The power of their beliefs will all flow into your origin, and your consciousness will
Step by step improvement. Of course, it is useless even if I raise my consciousness to the realm of the God of War. The cultivation of Jingqi cannot be achieved. After all, the path of the Five Elements may be blocked, so we put our hope on you.
.”
This time, Murong Zhishui mentioned "we" instead of "I" at the end of his words. Ding Sheng now understood a little bit in his heart. Murong Zhishui had naturally talked about this matter with Tuo Bahan, and even really gave up his hope.
It's on my own body, otherwise it would be impossible to reveal such top-secret things.
This kind of cultivation that uses people's faith to enhance "gods" is very strange and incredible, but it is undeniable that it attracts Ding Sheng. If he hadn't heard what Murong Zhishui said, Ding Sheng would have practiced and practiced again in a daze.
, there is no way to reach the realm of the God of War in the end.
It seems that it is very wise to get to know Murong Zhishui, Tuo Bahan and others. It can even be said that Ding Sheng met a good teacher and friend on the road of martial arts practice.
"How? Do you understand the importance of faith now? Therefore, you must not ignore the issue of identity. On the contrary, you must create such an atmosphere to let the world know that you, Ding Sheng, are a powerful master, and let them worship you." Murong
Zhisui smiled, but his smile was a little cunning.
When Ding Sheng saw it, he couldn't help but narrowed his eyes, and a smile gradually appeared at the corner of his mouth, and asked: "So, today's competition between you and me was deliberately planned by you and that old guy Tuo Bahan, right?"
Obviously, Ding Sheng's guess is very likely. In order to give Ding Sheng a noble status and give him the power of faith, Murong Zhishui staged such a good show just now. This seemingly big-headed elder,
In fact, he is as careful as his hair.
In response to Ding Sheng's words, Murong Zhishui smiled incredulously, then took out a few jars of spirits and said: "Hey, eat and drink, eat and drink to your heart's content... I will teach you how to gather the power of faith later.
, our hopes are all on you, you have to live up to your expectations..."
Saying that, ignoring Ding Sheng's objections, Murong Zhishui handed him several wine jars, and he also slapped a few away, raised his head and drank heavily...
The sea breeze, carrying a slightly salty taste, blew gently by, bringing the laughter of the two of them far away...