Gu Yu face change, want to come forward but was strange drink stop.
"Don't go there, you can't touch him now!" Weirdo came over and looked at Su Mo, who fell to the ground while his skin cracked and spilled blood, and frowned.
The weirdo raised his hand and made a tugging motion down in the space...
A green leaf emerges out of thin air, toward Su ink and go, this piece of a touch Su ink into a bit of green fluorescence covered the whole body, and began to recover Su ink to the injury.
However, the injury that had just been repaired was torn apart under the destruction of the blood breath of the silk giant God in the body.
The blood seeped into the ground, all over the floor.
Gu Yu heart instantly fell to the bottom of the valley, all cold, such as into the ice cellar.
'I'm all right! At this time, Su Mo slowly sat up, regardless of the whole body of the crack wound, cross-knee meditation.
Su Mo covered in blood, as if sustained by the punishment, head to toe, no place intact.
Weirdo sighed and pulled Gu Yu back a few steps.
Su Mo emerged a Confucian and Taoist breath, this Confucian and Taoist force to merge the blood of the giant god breath.
Can the silk seemingly subtle god blood gas ren Su Mo how to absorb, seems to have a proud consciousness, let Su Mo indelible.
Su Mo clenched her teeth, and did not absorb the proud consciousness of the breath of the silk blood of God, but let it continue to destroy.
Repair as you destroy, while allowing your own blood to constantly adapt to it.
Su Mo had never thought of absorbing God's blood with his own blood of ordinary people, which was unrealistic.
What he has to do is, in turn, let the giant God blood inheritance to transform his own blood, so that his blood is constantly assimilated.
Just as you can't make the world change for you, make yourself fit for the world.
As Su Mo continues to adapt to the blood of the giant God, the destruction of the blood breath of the giant God to him is getting smaller and smaller, and the elegant breath of the Confucianism and Taoism on Su Mo gradually mixed with a trace of majestic and majestic grandeur.
Half a day later, in Gu Yu worried eyes, Su Mo opened his eyes.
'How was it? Gu Yu ran forward.
She found some grit in Sumer's mild-mannered temperament.
Su Mo nodded: "Adapted to some, next to synchronous exercise and improve the physique."
'Good! Gu Yu looked at the change of Su ink, slightly distressed.
Su Mo took up Gu Yu to find the great sword, slowly began to exercise the body on the altar, one step at a time, the weight of the great sword for him is absolutely difficult to bear.
The eccentric looked at the difficult and persistent Su Mo, slowly nodded, looked at the dry bones beside him, and looked at the altar that the boulder like the empty space disappeared and murmured: "Confucian saint ah.... Is your choice right or wrong?"
"Does the world really need your layout? Is he really going to follow your plan..."
A sigh, and all that could be heard was him and a bone.
The next day.
Su Mo went to the pavilion on the stairs, looked at the chess game on the stone table, and took a deep breath.
Weirdo said that this fantasy can let him sharpen the mood, Confucianism and Taoism to break through the mood is to break through the cultivation.
At the same time, the eccentric also warned him: be sure not to nostalgia in the fantasy, if he died in the fantasy for too long, when the memory in the fantasy weighs down the memory in reality, it will let him lose his true self.
In time, fantasy and reality will be reversed.
The boundary between reality and fantasy is not clear, if a person lives in reality for decades, can live in fantasy for several lives. How do you ask him to define what's a fantasy?
Su Ink solemn look at the sunspot, slowly toward the sunspot touch, picture a turn, Su ink consciousness into the fantasy.
...
There is no day or night in the ghost gate, and it is impossible to define how long has passed.
All you can do is look at the boundless desolation in the ghost door, the strange man looked at the dead bones beside him, his face was painful, as if every moment he felt the desolation in the ghost door, the regret in his heart would cut a gap in his heart.
"And how did you manage all these years?" He could not imagine how his sister had lived through endless years, and how she finally gave up everything and left.
He did not dare to think about how long the sister spent alone in this ghost door before leaving, and he did not dare to think about what the sister thought when she left.
Gu Yu looked at the strange and the bone far away, look confused.
At this time, Su Mo carrying a giant sword walked up from the stairs, Gu Yu looked, Su Mo body of the red dust breath has been extremely rich.
During this time, Su Mo constantly controlled 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 drop of the blood of the giant God, and it seemed that the blood of the giant God no longer resisted Su Mo.
Giant God blood on the proud breath of Su Mo body also more and more rich up, but Su Mo at the same time and continue to enter the fantasy on the steps, often out of the fantasy will carry a strong smell of red dust.
The two smells came together to form a very strange feeling.
It looks clearly like a Confucian cultivation from the red world, but it also carries a lonely and proud atmosphere of the superior God.
As a...
... The king of the earth!
Su Mo slowly came to Gu Yu, feel the breath of Su Mo body, Gu Yu a leng, surprised to open the way: "You break through?"
Su Mo nodded: "I have broken through to the middle of Jiedan!"
Su Mo a Confucian dress elegant, the head of the white hair is still very elegant, but at the moment in Su Mo body can not see a hint of elegant meaning.
Looking at Gu Yu's expression, Su Mo gradually said: "here... There should be wind!"
After that, the force of the rules, Su Mo body of the atmosphere of the middle of the crazy swept out, a gust swept the ghost door, blowing the ghost door of the barren dust flying sand walking gravel, swords and soldiers collided.
"Confucianism and Taoism are not used in this way!"
One side closed eyes strange suddenly opened the way, although has not seen Su Mo, attention has been on Su Mo.
Su Mo turned his head, looked at the eccentric who had been closing his eyes, and bowed respectfully and said: "I also hope that seniors will give advice!"
"The power of Confucianism and Taoism to cultivate rules, rules should not be arbitrarily raised, but should be raised according to one's heart!"
Su Mo eyes reveal a sense of awakening, but there is confusion, he understands the meaning of strange, but do not know how to display.
"If the rules can only come from the mouth, then when you have a life and death struggle, you can't do anything to resist."
The weirdo opened his eyes and slowly spouted a word into Su Mo's mouth:
'Sword!
Without warning, without the force of rules.
A giant sword formed by the spirit of condensation emerged in front of Su Mo, the tip of the sword pointed at Su Mo, cold dazzling.
'Sword! Weirdo is open mouth to spit!
Still no regular force emerges, still without warning.
Another thin sword appeared out of thin air, but this one was formed in motion, and the spirit power emerged upward, converging into a spirit sword that stabbed straight upward.
"See? Why do my same Confucian and Taoist truths have two different swords?" Looking at Su Mo, slowly asked.
Su Mo thought deeply, and suddenly he came to his senses and said, "You have hidden hidden rules such as the size and state of the sword in a sword!"
The strange man shook his head, and this time he did not speak, but pointed forward.
Another spirit sword in front of the finger!
This time did not say a word, Confucianism and Taoism from the truth!
"The rules are up to me, some simple rules and need to speak! It does what I want it to do!"
Su Mo's whole body shuddered, his eyes gradually realized, extended his right hand, and his heart began to feel.
With Su Mo to mind, a flame appeared in Su Mo to hand, bright and dazzling!
As Su Mo's mind changes, the flame in his hand constantly changes in various shapes.
Gu Yu on the side looked dumbfounded...
Looking at the changes of the fireworks in Su Mo's hand, the eccentric gently said: "You are ready!"
Su Mo nodded, the fireworks in her hands disappeared, and looked at the drop... in the distance at the foot of the huge stone statue holding a huge axe
... Blood of the giant God!
Today, in Hibolier's view, the optimal choice judgment they made at the beginning was that they missed an opportunity to make the country of Usas break and transform itself, and lost an opportunity to make the social formation of the whole country leap toward a more excellent system of society.