Gu Yu's expression changed drastically, and when he wanted to step forward, he was stopped by the weirdo.
"Don't go there, you can't touch him now!" The weirdo came over and frowned at Su Mo who fell to the ground with cracked skin and bleeding.
The weirdo raised his hand and made a pulling motion downwards through the air...
A green leaf appeared out of thin air and headed towards Su Mo. When it touched Su Mo, it turned into dots of green fluorescence, covering Su Mo's body and began to recover from Su Mo's injuries.
However, the newly repaired injuries collapsed again under the destruction of the giant god's blood breath in the body.
The blood seeped into the ground and flowed all over the place.
Gu Yuxin instantly fell to the bottom of the valley, feeling as cold as if she had entered an ice cellar.
"I'm fine!" At this time, Su Mo slowly sat up, ignoring the cracked wounds all over his body, and sat cross-legged to meditate.
Su Mo's body was covered in blood, as if he was continuously being tortured by Ling Chi. From head to toe, no part of him was intact.
The weirdo sighed and pulled Gu Yu back a few steps.
An aura of Confucianism and Taoism emerged from Su Mo's body, and the power of Confucianism and Taoism merged with the aura of the blood of the giant god.
But no matter how Su Mo absorbed the seemingly subtle divine blood energy, there seemed to be a sense of arrogance that Su Mo could not erase.
Su Mo gritted his teeth and did not absorb the arrogant consciousness of the breath of divine blood, but allowed it to continue to destroy.
Destroy and repair at the same time, and at the same time let your own blood adapt to it.
Su Mo never thought about absorbing divine blood with his ordinary human blood. This was unrealistic.
What he has to do is, in turn, let the giant god's bloodline inheritance transform his own bloodline, so that his bloodline will continue to be assimilated.
Just like you can't let the world change for you, then change yourself to adapt to the world.
As Su Mo continued to adapt to the blood of the giant god, the aura of the giant god's blood caused less and less damage to him. The elegant aura of Confucianism and Taoism in Su Mo's body was gradually mixed with a trace of majestic and majestic aura.
Half a day later, under Gu Yu's worried eyes, Su Mo opened his eyes.
"How's it going?" Gu Yu ran forward.
She found that Su Mo's gentle and elegant temperament had a sense of perseverance.
Su Mo nodded: "I've gotten used to it a little bit. Next, I need to simultaneously train my body and improve my cultivation."
"Okay!" Gu Yu looked at Su Mo's changes and felt slightly distressed.
Su Mo stood up and carried the giant sword that Gu Yuxun had brought, and slowly began to exercise on the altar, one step at a time. The weight of this giant sword was definitely unbearable for him.
The weirdo looked at the struggling and persistent Su Mo, nodded slowly, looked at the withered bones beside him, then looked at the empty space where the huge stone statue disappeared on the altar and murmured: "Confucian sage... .Is your choice right or wrong?"
"Does the world really need your plan? Will he really follow your plan..."
A sigh was heard, and only he and a withered bone could be heard.
The next day.
Su Mo arrived at the pavilion above the stairs, looked at the chess game on the stone table, and took a deep breath.
The weirdo said that this illusion allowed him to sharpen his state of mind. Breaking through the state of mind through Confucianism and Taoism is a breakthrough in cultivation.
At the same time, the weirdo also warned him: Don't linger in the illusion. If you stay in the illusion for too long, when the memory in the illusion overwhelms the memory in reality, he will lose his true self.
At that time, fantasy and reality will be reversed.
The boundary between reality and fantasy is actually not clear. If a person has lived in reality for decades, he may live in fantasy for several lifetimes. How do you ask him to define which is an illusion?
Su Mo looked solemnly at the sunspot, and slowly touched it. The scene turned, and Su Mo's consciousness sank into an illusion.
...
There is no day or night in the ghost gate, and it is impossible to determine how much time has passed.
All he could do was look at the endless desolation in the vast ghost gate. The weirdo looked at the withered bones beside him with an expression of pain. It seemed that every time he felt the desolation in the ghost gate, the regret in his heart opened a hole in his heart. .
"How did you get here all these years?" He couldn't imagine how his junior sister spent endless years, and how she finally gave up everything and left.
He didn't dare to think about how long his junior sister spent alone in this ghost gate before leaving, and he didn't dare to think about what his junior sister was thinking when she left.
Gu Yu looked at the weirdo and the withered bones from afar, looking confused.
At this time, Su Mo walked up from the stairs with a giant sword on his back. Gu Yu looked and saw that the worldly aura on Su Mo's body was already extremely strong.
During this period, Su Mo continued to control the long hair of the Confucian sage to obtain the breath of the Titan's blood to adapt to it. Now he can get close to the drop of the Titan's blood, and it seems that the Titan's blood no longer resists Su Mo.
The aloof aura of the giant god's blood became more and more intense on Su Mo, but at the same time, Su Mo kept entering the illusion on the steps. Every time he came out of the illusion, he would carry a rich aura of mortals.
The two breaths merged together, creating an extremely weird feeling.
He clearly looks like a Confucian cultivator from the world of mortals, but he also carries the aura of loneliness and pride of a superior god.
Like a...
...Emperor on earth!
Su Mo slowly came to Gu Yu and felt the aura on Su Mo's body. Gu Yu was stunned and said in surprise: "You made a breakthrough?"
Su Mo nodded: "I have broken through to the middle stage of pill formation!"
Su Mo was dressed elegantly in Confucian clothes, and the snow-white hair on his head was still very delicate, but at this moment, there was no trace of delicateness in Su Mo.
Seeing Gu Yu's expression, Su Mo gradually said: "This place... there should be wind!"
After saying that, the power of the rules was activated, and the aura of the middle-stage pill formation on Su Mo's body swept out crazily. A strong wind swept through the ghost gate, blowing up the desolate dust of the ghost gate, flying sand and gravel, and the swords and weapons collided.
"That's not how Confucianism and Taoism are used!"
The strange man with his eyes closed suddenly spoke. Although he never looked at Su Mo, his attention was always on Su Mo.
Su Mo turned his head, looked at the weird man with his eyes closed, bowed and said respectfully: "I hope senior can give me some advice!"
"The power of Confucianism and Taoism is to cultivate rules. Rules should not be spoken casually, but should be followed by the heart!"
There was a hint of realization in Su Mo's eyes, but he was also confused. He understood what the weirdo meant, but didn't know how to use it.
"If rules can only be spoken by mouth, then when you encounter a life-and-death struggle, you will have no time to resist."
The weirdo opened his eyes and softly uttered one word towards Su Mo:
"sword!"
There was no warning and no force of rules emerged.
A huge sword made of condensed spiritual power suddenly appeared in front of Su Mo. The tip of the sword was pointed directly at Su Mo, with a dazzling cold light.
"Sword!" The weirdo spat again!
There is still no power of rules emerging, there is still no warning.
Another thin sword appeared out of thin air, but this sword was formed during movement, and the spiritual power surged upward, converging into a spiritual sword that stabbed straight into the sky.
"Do you understand? Why do I have two different swords with the same Confucian and Taoist mantra!" Looking at Su Mo, he asked slowly.
Su Mo was deep in thought, then suddenly realized and said, "You hide all the hidden rules such as the size and status of the sword in one sword!"
The weirdo shook his head and did not speak this time, but pointed forward.
Another spiritual sword appeared in front of my finger!
This time I didn’t say a word, Confucianism and Taoism started from the truth!
"The rules come from my mind. Some simple rules just need to be spoken! Whatever I think, it will be fulfilled!"
Su Mo's whole body trembled violently, his eyes gradually became clear, and he stretched out his right hand, thinking in his heart.
Following Su Mo's thought, a ball of flame suddenly appeared in Su Mo's hand, bright and dazzling!
As Su Mo's thoughts changed, the flame in his hand kept changing into various shapes.
Gu Yu on the side was stunned...
Looking at the changes in the fireworks in Su Mo's hand, the weirdo said softly: "You are ready!"
Su Mo nodded, the fireworks in his hands disappeared, and he looked at the tall stone statue in the distance holding a giant ax in front of his feet...
...Blood of the Titan!
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