Gu Yu's face changed greatly, and when he wanted to step forward, he was stopped by the stranger.

"Don't go over, you can't touch him now!" The strange man walked over and frowned at Su Mo, who had fallen to the ground and his skin was cracked and bleeding.

The strange man raised his hand and made a pulling motion down the air......

A green leaf appeared out of thin air and headed towards Su Mo, and as soon as it touched Su Mo, it turned into a little green fluorescence that covered Su Modi's whole body, and began to recover from Su Modi's injuries.

However, the injury that had just been repaired was shattered again under the destruction of the trace of giant god blood in his body.

Blood seeped into the ground and spilled all over the ground.

Gu Yuxin fell to the bottom in an instant, and his whole body was cold, like entering an ice cellar.

"I'm fine!" At this time, Su Mo sat up slowly, ignoring the cracked wounds all over his body, and meditated cross-legged.

Su Mo, who was covered in blood, seemed to be continuously subjected to Ling Chi's punishment, from head to toe, no place was intact.

The strange man sighed and pulled Gu Yu back a few steps.

A Confucian aura appeared on Su Mo's body, and this Confucian power fused with the breath of the blood of the giant god.

But no matter how Su Mo absorbed that seemingly subtle divine blood qi, there seemed to be a kind of arrogant consciousness that made Su Mo indelible.

Su Mo gritted his teeth, and did not absorb the arrogant consciousness of the trace of divine blood, but let it continue to destroy.

Repair while destroying, and at the same time let your own bloodline continue to adapt to it.

Su Mo never thought of absorbing divine blood with his ordinary bloodline, which was unrealistic.

What he wants to do is to let the giant god bloodline inherit in turn to transform his own bloodline, so that his bloodline will continue to be assimilated.

Just like you can't let the world change for you, make yourself adaptable to the world.

As Su Mo continued to adapt to the blood of the giant god, the damage to him from the blood of the giant god became smaller and smaller, and the elegant aura of Confucianism and Taoism on Su Mo's body gradually mixed with a trace of majestic majesty.

Half a day later, in Gu Yu's worried eyes, Su Mo opened his eyes.

"How?" Gu Yu ran forward.

She found that there was a sense of perseverance in Su Mena's gentle temperament.

Su Mo nodded: "I have adapted a little, and the next step is to exercise my physique and improve my cultivation at the same time." ”

"Good!" Gu Yu looked at Su Mo's changes and felt slightly distressed.

Su Mo got up and picked up the giant sword that Gu Yu had found, and slowly began to exercise his physique on the altar, one step at a time, the weight of this giant sword was definitely unbearable for him.

The strange man looked at Su Mo, who was struggling and persistent, nodded slowly, looked at the dry bones beside him, and then looked at the empty space where the giant stone statue on the altar disappeared and muttered: "Confucian saint...... Is your choice right or wrong? ”

"Does the world really need your layout? Will he really go down according to your layout......"

A sigh, all that could be heard was him and a dry bone.

Following.

Su Mo went to the pavilion above the stairs, looked at the chess game on the stone table, and took a deep breath.

The strange man said that this illusion can make him sharpen his state of mind, and Confucianism and Taoism breaking through the state of mind is breaking through cultivation.

At the same time, the strange man also warned him: he must not be nostalgic in the illusion, if he lingers in the illusion for too long, when the memory in the illusion overwhelms the memory in reality, he will lose his true self.

When the time comes, illusion and reality will be reversed.

The boundary between reality and fantasy is not clear, if a person has lived in reality for decades, he can live in fantasy for several lifetimes. How do you ask him to define which is an illusion?

Su Mo looked at the sunspot solemnly, and slowly touched towards the sunspot, and as soon as the picture turned, Su Mo's consciousness sank into the illusion.

......

There is no day or night in the ghost gate, and it is impossible to determine how long it has been.

All he could do was to look at the boundless desolation in the vast ghost gate, and the strange man looked at the dry bones beside him, his expression was painful, and it seemed that every time he felt the desolation in this ghost gate, the remorse in his heart cut a hole in his heart.

"How did you get over all these years?" He couldn't imagine how his junior sister had spent the endless years, and how she had finally left everything behind.

He didn't dare to think about how long his sister had spent alone in this ghost gate before leaving, and he didn't dare to think about what his sister was thinking when she left.

Gu Yu looked at the strange man and the dry bone from a distance, looking confused.

At this time, Su Mo walked up from the stairs with a giant sword on his back, and Gu Yu saw that the aura of red dust on Su Mo's body was already extremely strong.

During this time, Su Mo continued to control the long hair of the Confucian Sage to obtain the breath of the blood of the giant god to adapt to it, and now he could get close to the blood of the giant god, and it seemed that the blood of the giant god no longer resisted Su Mo.

The arrogant aura on the blood of the giant god became more and more intense on Su Mo's body, but at the same time, Su Mo continued to enter the illusion on the steps, and every time he came out of the illusion, he would carry a rich red dust aura.

The two scents converge to create an extremely strange feeling.

It seems that he is obviously a Confucian cultivator from the red dust, but it has the loneliness and pride of a high-ranking god.

Like a ......

...... Emperor of the world!

Su Mo slowly walked in front of Gu Yu, feeling the breath on Su Mo's body, Gu Yu was stunned for a moment, and said in surprise: "You broke through?" ”

Su Mo nodded: "I have already broken through to the middle stage of Yudan!" ”

Su Mo was dressed in Confucian clothes, and the snow-white hair on his head was still very delicate, but at this moment, he couldn't see a trace of delicacy on Su Mo.

Looking at Gu Yu's expression, Su Mo gradually spoke: "This place ...... It should be windy! ”

After finishing speaking, the power of the rules rose, and the breath of the middle stage of the knot pill on Su Mo's body swept out crazily, and a violent wind swept through the ghost gate, blowing up the barren dust of the ghost gate, flying sand and gravel, and swords and soldiers collided.

"That's not how Confucianism and Taoism are used!"

The strange man with closed eyes on the side suddenly spoke, although he hadn't looked at Su Mo all the time, his attention had been on Su Mo.

Su Mo turned his head, looked at the strange man who had been closing his eyes, bowed down and said respectfully: "I still hope that my seniors will give me!" ”

"The power of Confucianism and Taoism to cultivate rules, rules should not be taken casually, but should be raised at will!"

Su Mo's eyes showed a hint of awakening, but he was confused, he understood the meaning of the strange man, but he didn't know how to use it.

"If the rules can only be said by mouth, then when you encounter a life-and-death struggle, you will not have time to do anything to resist."

The strange man opened his eyes and spit out a word to Su Mo's slow opening:

"Sword!"

Without warning, and without the power of the rules.

A giant sword condensed by spiritual power appeared in front of Su Mo, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at Su Mo, the cold light was dazzling.

"Sword!" The weirdo opened his mouth and spit lightly again!

There is still no power of rules to emerge, and there is still no warning.

Another thin sword appeared out of thin air, but this sword was formed in motion, and the spiritual power surged upward, converging into a spiritual sword that stabbed straight into the sky.

"Do you see? Why do I have the same Confucian mantra with two different swords! Looking at Su Mo, he asked slowly.

Su Mo pondered, and suddenly came to his senses and said, "You have hidden rules such as the size and state of the sword in one sword!" ”

The strange man shook his head, this time not speaking, but pointing forward.

Another spirit sword appeared in front of his finger!

This time I didn't say a word, and the Confucianism and Taoism mantra started from the beginning!

"The rules are up to me, some simple rules don't need to be spoken! Whatever I think, it does! ”

Su Mo trembled violently, his eyes gradually understood, and he stretched out his right hand, and his heart was enlightened.

As Su Modi's mind moved, a flame suddenly appeared in Su Modi's hand, bright and dazzling!

As Su Mo's mind changed, the flames in his hands continued to change in various shapes.

Gu Yu on the side was dumbfounded......

Looking at the change of the fireworks in Su Mo's hand, the strange man said softly: "You are ready!" ”

Su Mo nodded, the fireworks in his hand disappeared, and he looked at the drop under his feet in front of the tall stone statue holding a giant axe in the distance......

...... Blood of the Titans!

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