Determine the country! As soon as these four words appear, the feeling of the entire space becomes more oppressive.

Ye Ping even felt that the pressure from the country and the country was pressing heavily on himself. It seemed that Chen Anzhi's punch could really represent the emperor's divine thoughts. The king's goal was his own world. All under the world was the king's land. All under the world were the king's ministers. With Chen Anzhi's fist intention, he created a prosperous era of Tianxuan.

It can also be seen from here that Chen Anzhi's fist intention has not been truly achieved. With the improvement of his realm, Taiping Divine Fist is also constantly improving. Ye Ping could feel that the power of this punch fully demonstrated the strength of Chen Anzhi's half-step quasi-king. If he had not entered that mysterious realm, he would not have shown such a sharp fist intention.

More importantly, it is a sense of oppression of spiritual power, which is directly acted in the sea of ​​consciousness and is invincible.

"Okay, you have a decisive country, and I also have a way to break it. Since that day, I have not been able to fight well for a long time. Your view of the decisive country has the divine sense of spiritual attack, and I just confirm my guess. I also want to use your hands to tell Emperor Xuanhe not to act rashly, because the road to the path of the human king is not unobstructed!"

Ye Ping shouted loudly, and his powerful spiritual power burst out, and his pupils flashed with the sense of fusion of gold and black. Two completely different colors kept rotating, as if they formed a Tai Chi-like appearance. It was the gold that represents the Sun Fist and the black that represents the pitch-black will. Behind him was a shadow, and countless people seemed to join in.

He did not retreat but advanced, and took a bold step towards Chen Anzhi's determination of the country! Immediately afterwards, countless figures seemed to gather in his fist intention, forming a huge torrent, which trembled Chen Anzhi's heart.

If his decisive power of the country just now was the intention of pacifying the world, and with his own pair of iron fists, he could pacify everything for the emperor and achieve the position of the king and the country. Then the boxing intention that Ye Ping showed at this time was surging and represented the will of heaven and the hearts of the people. The root of it is one of the country and the other is vivid flesh and blood, real people.

The figures behind him represent the so-called humanity and the way of the human king.

The kingly way of human beings shown at this time is even more magnificent and great than what Emperor Xuanhe saw in Lin'an before.

In addition, after Ye Ping achieved this mysterious realm, it seemed that he could capture more people's thoughts in the dark. These people may not know Ye Ping, nor do they know his existence. But they respected the heaven and earth, hoping that the human race could escape from the sea of ​​suffering, defeat the creatures in the cave, and return to the peace of the past.

Ye Ping represents the will of these people. With his sea of ​​consciousness as a container, he carries countless visions of yearning for the glorious future of the human race. This humanitarian torrent is far more sharp than what Ye Ping showed when he fought against Bai Ye before. It seemed to carry a huge momentum in the dark and bombard Chen Anzhi fiercely.

When Chen Anzhi saw this punch, his heart skipped a beat, knowing that he could not beat Ye Ping today. But he was unwilling to give up. After all, after he entered the half-step quasi-king king, his strength began to show extraordinary side, and he even comprehended the country in the Taiping Divine Fist. He thought he could capture Ye Ping in one fell swoop and bring him to the emperor.

But now, this humanistic torrent that made him feel a little numb, was really surging, and he could only do his best to stop it.

At the same time, Ye Ping's "divine character" above the sea of ​​consciousness also seemed to stand up.

The strange seals were pinching both hands, causing the sea of ​​consciousness to shake violently. The surging energy instantly reached the limbs and bones, carrying a torrent of humanity, and it collided with Chen Anzhi's fist intention, as if torn apart the countless spaces around.

Even outside the distant Changyang City, the brigades of the house search teams felt this unusual collision.

After a loud bang, Chen Anzhi's spiritual pressure shattered. He retreated more than ten steps in disbelief before finally standing there. Every step he took back left extremely deep footprints on the ground. The entire mountain forest was shaken and shaking. Countless leaves mixed with snowflakes fell on the ground, full of terrifying cracks.

Chen Anzhi gasped violently, and he raised his head incredibly. He had always been confident and majestic, and Mount Tai collapsed in front of him without changing color. It seemed that nothing could affect his mind. Finally, a hint of fear appeared in his eyes. However, such emotions only appeared for a moment and disappeared invisible, as if they had never appeared.

He is already a character who has truly experienced the inner feelings and experience, so he will naturally not show too much in front of Ye Ping.

However, although something happened in an instant, Ye Ping was still caught.

His humanity still existed, and an invisible and surging fist spirit was still entangled on his fists. However, he did not continue to take action. He just stood with his hands behind his back and looked at Chen Anzhi coldly. It seemed that behind him, countless people were crawling on the ground, constantly praising and praising something, with extremely grand voices.

A trace of inadvertent expression flashed in Ye Ping's eyes, and he felt a pity.

That's right, it's a pity. Although he was ready, he probably couldn't kill Chen Anzhi. But the opportunity just now was so good. He didn't expect that the power of the humanitarian torrent was so powerful that he almost almost destroyed Chen Anzhi's sea of ​​consciousness. However, he couldn't use the same punch again, and he felt the sluggishness of the sea of ​​consciousness.

Gradually, the kingly way behind him also disappeared, as if nothing had happened in this quiet forest. Only the terrifying footprints left by Chen Anzhi on the ground told the thrilling moment.

Ye Ping realized that unless his "divine nature" is condensed, or his sea of ​​consciousness is wider, he will not be able to truly exert the power of the torrent of humanity. This is the boxing technique he pioneered, just like Chen Anzhi's Taiping Divine Fist. It is just because he can only punch with the help of his body that surpasses the ordinary quasi-king and refining the divine thoughts of the White Lotus God.
Chapter completed!