Douluo: The Way of Martial Arts

Chapter 216 I am no different from a god

Zhu Zhuqing and others sitting on the futon can naturally see the ladder below.

"Fortunately, I followed Brother Yi, otherwise we might be part of this group of people now."

Ma Hongjun sighed with emotion.

Sansheng was lucky enough to meet Gu Yi.

The rest of the people also nodded, their fates were changed by Gu Yi.

"But, Brother Yi, what kind of test have you designed for them? Why does it look so difficult?"

Ning Rongrong asked curiously.

Because she not only saw young soul masters, but also many middle-aged soul masters, including soul emperors and soul saints.

But they still could only go up step by step, and some people couldn't even move a step for a long time.

"Want to go down and give it a try?"

A bright smile appeared at the corner of Gu Yi's mouth.

Everyone's expressions became stiff, and Ma Hongjun said stiffly, "Brother Yi, are you kidding me?"

Everyone turned their attention to Gu Yi, as if they wanted to see if he was joking.

"Do you think I'm joking?"

Gu Yidao also wanted to see what changes the seven people had made during this year. Just the growth in cultivation was not enough.

It is easy to cultivate one's body, but it is difficult to cultivate one's state of mind.

"Walk around."

Gu Yi looked at them and waved his hand. Only the smiling face remained in the eyes of the seven.

Before they could react, the figure appeared on the first step.

The strong pressure made them react immediately. They were full of resentment and could only climb up very hard.

Gu Yi looked at the seven people with different expressions at the bottom of the ladder, and finally found some fun.

Sure enough, happiness is based on the other person's pain.

Now that he has truly reached the pinnacle of a soul master, he doesn't need to practice as hard as he did at the beginning. It's time to have fun.

"Sword Dao Chen Xin is indeed extraordinary."

Gu Yi looked at the white figure quickly crossing the ladder and felt pity for his origin.

A few minutes later, the figure stepped into the palace door.

"Chen Xin, long time no see."

"You've become stronger."

Chen Xin couldn't even catch Gu Yi's breath now, just like an ordinary person sitting there.

"You're not bad either, you're already ninety-seven."

Gu Yi saw through Chen Xin's cultivation level at a glance, and the soul core in his body was extremely sharp, as if it was condensed from a peerless sword.

"sit down."

Gu Yi put a futon under his left hand and let Chen Xin sit down.

After all, the other person is the one Gu Yi appreciates, so he cannot be allowed to sit with those juniors. Wouldn't that be looking down on Chen Xin too much.

Gu Yi will give corresponding respect to every person who sincerely follows the Tao.

"Thank you."

Chen Xin sat down calmly.

Today's Gu Yi looks a little different, seems to be a little extra serious, no, or rather, he is high in the clouds, not like a mortal.

He was very interested in the martial arts that Gu Yi was going to talk about next, and maybe he could find something of his own in it.

Gu Yi stopped caring about Chen Xin and sat on the futon quietly watching the soul masters who were working hard to make progress.

"Why does this old man come to join in the fun?"

Gu Yi didn't think he could teach Qian Daoliu now.

With Qian Daoliu's current strength, even if he condenses two more soul cores, he won't be able to become a god.

Douluo Continent is not a world where one can reach the top through one's own efforts.

There are strict levels, there are high and low martial souls, high and low innate soul power, and there are also unshakable restrictions on cultivation.

Even if you reach the pinnacle of soul masters by virtue of your peerless martial arts, unparalleled talent, and unparalleled luck, you are only one step away from the divine position.

However, if there is no god to inherit the divine position, he will still have to die in Douluo Continent.

From birth to the end, everything seems to be destined.

The weak are weaker and the strong are stronger.

Gu Yi looked at Qian Daoliu who was trapped in the illusion and shook his head slightly.

This is why he admires Chen Xin so much. The heart of the sword is clear and uncontaminated by any mundane world. No matter what the illusion is, draw the sword and kill it.

Qian Daoliu was still a little bit behind after all.

But what Gu Yi pays more attention to is Qian Renxue, who still looks like Xue Qinghe at this moment.

Qian Renxue, the most talented person in the history of Douluo Continent, no one can compare with her, possessing the most holy, brightest and most sacred Seraphim spirit.

But beneath the light lies the dirtiest, most shameless, and most tragic darkness and blood.

Maybe this talent is her compensation.

The illusion that Qian Renxue fell into was even deeper than Qian Daoliu, and she couldn't extricate herself at all.

Gu Yi curiously broke into the illusion that Qian Renxue fell into, and then he understood what trapped this woman who was the first to become a god in the original work.

Those who lack love will be trapped by love.

Years of lurking have long since left this woman with an extreme lack of love in her heart.

In the fantasy world, the family is harmonious, and Bibi Dong is a real mother.

What shocked Gu Yi was that he existed in the fantasy, and he appeared as her husband.

It seemed that she couldn't pass.

The second person to step through the palace gate was Qian Daoliu.

Gu Yi didn't feel strange.

Maybe Qian Daoliu had some regrets in his heart, but he was a peak Douluo after all. If a small illusion could trap him, then he had really underestimated Qian Daoliu.

"Please take a seat."

Gu Yi placed another futon under his right hand.

Qian Daoliu nodded and sat opposite Chen Xin.

At this point, all the futons Gu Yi arranged today have their owners.

The third person was a strange man, with an extremely strong aura and a strong sense of power.

"Tang Xiao?"

Chen Xin opened her eyes and looked at the man who walked in.

Tang Xiao glanced at Chen Xin and Qian Daoliu who were sitting below Gu Yi, and sat on one of the seven futons without thinking.

Ok?

Tang Xiao felt that there was an invisible wall in front of him, preventing him from moving forward at all.

Finally, he set his sights on Gu Yi at the top.

"These seven seats have been reserved, feel free to sit elsewhere."

Tang Xiao's temper was about to get angry, but thinking of the purpose of coming today, the soul power in his body restrained again.

I honestly found a seat and sat down.

The barriers set up by Gu Yi could trap a titled Douluo for a while, but not for a lifetime. After all, they were used indiscriminately and their power was somewhat reduced.

As long as your cultivation level reaches Contra, you can basically improve it.

Gu Yi looked at more and more people, and a strange smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Soon there were a few more people in the palace, including the Snake Spear and Porpoise Douluo whom Gu had met before.

Everyone wanted to sit in those seven seats, but they were all stopped.

"Gu Yi, you invited us to attend your sermon that day.

Is this how you treat guests? "

As he spoke, the martial soul had already possessed him, and the nine soul rings were evenly distributed.

Gu Yi shook his head, feeling helpless.

There are always people who want to stand out, thinking how amazing their Titled Douluo cultivation is, and want to test his bottom line.

"Did you see the plaque outside?"

Gu Yi's voice became majestic, like a high god, noble and full of majesty.

"I saw it, so what?

You think that if you call yourself a god of war, you will really become a god.

To tell you the truth, everyone here today is here for the secret method in your hand. Those who know how to do it should quickly hand it over.

Otherwise, don’t blame everyone for swarming in and it will be a pity that there will be no bones left. "

"Maybe I haven't become a god yet, but... to you, I am no different from a god."

Gu Yi's voice came again.

"Destroying your cultivation is a small punishment but a big punishment."

With a thought, the fist formed by the perfect fusion of the five elements struck the nameless Titled Douluo across space.

(End of this chapter)