When you have spiritual thoughts, you are halfway to becoming a god.

Those who can semi-step into the realm of gods can do it 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, the generation of 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 the last half step.

But 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 realm of martial arts gods, or in other words, martial arts masters who are semi-gods, crushing those with mental powers is like crushing ants.

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

At this moment, Amamiya Chuan’s spiritual clone wanted 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 spiritual thoughts was far beyond the range. Far above him.

Chen Yang’s spiritual thoughts were honed with the blood core of the Ghost King. The Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang Art of Refining God 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, Amamiyagawa shouted, and the spiritual clone that was already half-empty and half-real suddenly became more virtual, and a drill-like condensation formed. The beam of light pierced Chen Yang's forehead.

How could he have imagined that Chen Yang could actually 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. A golden beam of light that was many times more powerful than Sichuan's spirit burst out.

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

Just like candlelight to a torch, they are not on the same level at all.

　"Ah!"

　"Ah!"

　"Ah!"

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

This is just the aftermath of the overflow of Chen Yang’s divine thoughts. The onlookers reacted like this. If they were directly attacked by Chen Yang’s divine thoughts, you can imagine how terrible the consequences would be. Their souls would have to be destroyed. It cannot 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, sparks and lightning. You can clearly see the golden beam of light shooting from the center of Chen Yang's eyebrows, driving straight in, like a broken bamboo, and Yu Gongchuan Shen The beam of divine thought condensed by the incarnation of thought continues to shatter.

"Ah!"

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

"Ah, father! Damn it, why did you also develop spiritual thoughts? Are you half a god when you are riding a horse?" Amamiya Taro is going crazy, a man in his twenties A young man who has cultivated the spiritual power of spiritual thoughts at 20 years old seems to have become a semi-god. It is really unreasonable for him to step on the horse. Even the stories in Arabian Nights would not dare to make up such stories.

The key point is that the boy's mental power is extremely powerful, far exceeding 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 brows is as bright as 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 the gods, you are a monster, you are too stepping on your horse to be 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 to the middle stage of transformation and was so awesome that he could compete with Chen Yang and steal Tianmei's body, Yun Jinxiu. But now that he has cultivated his spiritual power, he turned into a coward on the spot. , I really want to kneel down to Chen Yang.

　Hi!

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

At this moment, thousands of miles away in Tokyo, Japan, in an isolated small village at the foot of Mount Fuji, there is a thatched house located on the edge of a waterfall, and a man wearing coarse linen clothes. The old man is sitting cross-legged, like an old monk in meditation, his breath is calm, and the mountains are standing in the distance.

That 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, following him His breathing contracted or expanded rhythmically, hitting the four walls of the thatched house, making a roaring sound.

This old man is none other than the legendary swordsman of Japan, Amamiyagawa, a peerless swordsman who has become a semi-god.

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

"Ah!"

Suddenly, Amamiyagawa woke up suddenly in seclusion. There was a bruise between his eyebrows as if someone had hit him with a sledgehammer. I couldn't help but let out a cry of surprise as I felt a sharp stab of pain.

When the incarnation of spiritual thought 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 he is not a very important person, he will never separate out a ray of spiritual thought to protect him.

Of course Amamiyagawa knew what it meant when the incarnation of spiritual thought was destroyed. His heir who went to China to seek revenge would probably die.

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

The powerful 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 shows how powerful the Half-Step God Realm is.

Boom, boom, boom!

Beside the thatched house, there is a waterfall with a height of 100 meters, like the Milky Way pouring down from the sky, day and night.

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

Cang!

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.