Chapter 558 From Today On, Be a Genius

Gu Qingyuan rose high into the sky. The biting cold wind in the air was like a steel knife, fluttering his clothes. He looked at the blood drops that gave off waves of magnificent aura, and waited quietly.

A streak of light approached from the sky. It was a sturdy man with countless sword wounds on his body. Now, he was emitting a green light, which tightly bound his whole body to resist obstacles during flight.

Anyone who can fly must be a warrior at least at the Life Palace level. Even though this strong man uses his qi and blood to stimulate his whole body and thus stay in the air for a short period of time, with every step he takes, there is a loud bang that spreads for miles. With this force, the strong man keeps overlapping steps in the air and flying through the air, which is a means of flying that relies on skill.

The force generated by each step can crush ordinary warriors into powder, but the sturdy man did not care. He rolled his muscles a few times to relieve the force. It can be seen that he has a strong physique and extraordinary skills. If it were a man with no means, he would have suffered internal injuries with just one step and would have lost half his life.

"Hahaha, the one who is close to the water gets the moon first. Let me see what kind of treasure is born!"

The sound came before the man arrived. The sturdy man jumped, rolled down, and fell to the ground, creating a deep pit. The ground cracked like a spider web, and all the force was unloaded into the earth.

The sturdy man blinked and saw a bottomless hole. He had excellent eyesight and could see at night, so the deep and dark cave could not block his sight.

"A big tomb? Or some ruins? Why did the aura just now disappear?"

He was a little confused and scratched his bald head subconsciously, then looked up. It was a bright day and there was no one in sight. Looking down at his feet, there was yellow earth and sand, and it was extremely desolate.

"Forget it, never mind, let's go down and take a look first. If we get a little later, someone will come. Just search the place thoroughly and leave."

The sturdy man made up his mind and jumped into the bottomless pit. He rubbed his fingers together and his blood gushed out, illuminating the surroundings like a torch.

He first looked around, paying close attention to the words on the stone wall and the opened bronze coffin, before taking a few tentative steps forward.

Strong men, or cultivators who have lived long enough, are all good at tomb robbing and digging. They have handled countless relics of powerful people and ruined caves. They have achieved their cultivation level thanks to the influence of countless predecessors. As for whether their predecessors were willing to do so, that is another matter.

He had also seen real tombs full of danger. After all, the tomb owner built the tomb not to give it to future generations, but to ensure his own long-term rest. Therefore, no way of survival would be left when designing the tomb. Instead, there would be dead ends everywhere to kill people. The strong man once teamed up with a group of people to explore the tomb. Thirty people went down and four came up. Only a few people died at the hands of their companions. More people died under the mechanisms.

But that trip also made him a lot of money, especially after the strong man ambushed and killed three other enthusiasts, so as soon as he sensed the anomaly, he hurried over, not for anything else, but for defeat.

"Why do you feel a little cold?"

The sturdy man touched his arm. Every moment he stayed in the cave, he felt a chill going deep into his bones.

"This is not a place to stay for long. Leave quickly with all your belongings."

Just as he was thinking, he turned back suddenly: "Who!"

A loud shout echoed in the not-so-wide cave, and an echo came out.

"My friend, since you are here, why not show yourself and see me? We can each take what we need, and don't hurt the relationship."

The sturdy man looked up at the sky, his eyes unfocused, and said in a deep voice, "After waiting for a moment, when no one showed up, I felt a little relieved."

He would use this trick every time he entered a mausoleum. If any of his companions could not keep their composure, they would jump out after he shouted.

Seeing that there was no one around, the sturdy man hurriedly packed up his things. He cut the stone wall with the words on it into several pieces with his hand knife, and tried the bronze coffin, finding nothing unusual, so he took it away as well. If it wasn't for the fact that there was really no room, he would have packed up everything in the cave and taken it away.

The more he cleaned up, the more anxious he became. A few drops of sweat appeared on the strong man's forehead. Although he didn't see anyone, he always felt that there was a pair of eyes watching him. It was not the eyes of looking at prey, but more of indifference, curiosity, and vagueness. "Could there be a ghost in this cave?"

He couldn't help but mutter to himself, and his hands moved faster. After he finished packing, he was about to fly away, but he suddenly stopped.

A chill broke out, not outside the body but only in the heart. The strong man felt like he was locked by something and dared not move at all, because he experienced it personally, someone told him that if he moved, he would die!

The blood and energy surged, turning into a light blue aura that surrounded his body and dispelled the inexplicable chill. However, the chill originated from the bottom of his heart and came from all directions. Even if he burned his blood and energy, it could only bring a trace of heat, and the temperature on the surface of his body was still dropping.

"Who is it? Come out! I see you!"

The sturdy man endured the unbearable cold and shouted loudly. The vague gaze locked on him, with a little teasing, and gradually became blatant. In his heart, along with the chill, there was also a constant surge of fear.

Finally, under the double pressure, the strong man's heartstrings were broken. He roared and released all his blood and energy. The green energy kept surging out like a dragon, and his arrogance was ten feet high.

He didn't dare to stop. Like a mad beast, he rushed up towards the cave that was emitting a faint light above his head. With a loud bang, he walked into the air.

But after flying only three or four meters, he was stopped and overwhelmed by an invisible obstacle. Fear destroyed his psychological defenses, and his blood and energy were completely released and burned, as if he wanted to turn himself into a torch. At this moment, he just wanted to escape from this horrible place, even if he lost half his life, he wanted to live!

Then, one arm exploded and turned into blood mist. At the same time, the strong man's momentum doubled, but he was like a fly caught in a jar. No matter how he rushed, he could not escape from the area of ​​several meters in radius until most of his body was burned, until he burned out the last bit of blood and energy. With a burp, his pupils slowly dilated, and he died, but there was still fear in his eyes that had not dissipated.

Gu Qingyuan then revealed his figure, or rather, he had always been there, but he changed position with the sturdy man's movements and was in his career blind spot. At a certain point in time, he was even only a little bit away from the sturdy man, like a sturdy man's shadow.

"The human race in this world has a normal human body in the general sense, which is similar to that in other worlds, with blood, body building, and some subtle methods."

Gu Qingyuan looked at the body of the strong man, thinking continuously in his mind, and the knowledge he extracted was transformed into his strength, consolidating his foundation.

His method of dealing with the sturdy man was nothing more than some insignificant dodging techniques, coupled with the breath of spiritual energy that Gu Qingyuan swallowed. The only thing that could become a magic was a seed of emotion planted in the sturdy man's heart. That emotion was called fear.

Avoid the strong man's sight, plant the seeds of fear, affect his emotions, wait for the fear to spread, and then... let the strong man defeat himself!

"Although my gaze and the fear that aroused my emotions were the direct cause of his psychological defense, his lack of mental defense and his strong body were also a major factor in his death. I hope the next person can bring me more fun."

He stretched out his hand and the seed of fear returned with the strong man's memory. Gu Qingyuan needed this memory so that he could have basic common sense and information, otherwise he would just kill the strong man directly, even though he had not practiced in a broad sense, according to the universal cognition of this world.

But the god has a holy heart and great power belongs to him. Even if Gu Qingyuan has no magical power, he is born with supernatural powers. The lack of magical power does not hinder Gu Qingyuan's danger.

"Blood Moving Realm? It turns out that this way of blood circulation is called Blood Moving by the outside world. It is easy to understand. Let me think about it, it seems to be... like this?"

Gu Qingyuan said softly, his Qi and blood were absorbed into the spiritual energy, flowing through his body, constantly agitated, traveling along the meridians of his body, his body emitting a faint fluorescent light, and his Qi and blood were like billowing wolf smoke, penetrating into his forehead.

If someone saw this scene, they would probably pop their eyes out. To achieve the three levels of moving blood, circulating blood, opening meridians, and whole body, an ordinary person would have to practice day and night, and use blood and food to make up for the deficiency of the flesh. Three years to achieve this is considered a steady process. One year to achieve this is one in ten thousand. To achieve this in three months is considered a genius in cultivation.

Gu Qingyuan entered the three realms of blood movement and was complete upon entering the realm. His body was as one, his body was true, his qi and blood were united, and the blood flowed through his forehead and soul without any omissions. It was extremely perfect, and he accomplished all this in just a breath.

(End of this chapter)