Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

The Negro's soul still curls around the corner of his brain.

It was clearly his palace, but he was terrified and humbled.

Instead of speaking or writing, the two communicate electrocardiographically, biocurrent acts directly on the brain nerve, transferring hundreds of millions of messages between moments.

“O Most Gracious God, what can your most humble servant do for you? ”

“Blackie” 's soul fire emitted a faint light, sending a message that he was willing to go to the soup for Li Yao and paint his liver and brain.

Such an attitude makes Li Yao more angry - not angry at each other's inferiority, but angry at his own powerlessness, unable to awaken each other at once.

“I don't need you to do anything, I just need you to awaken yourself to who you really are, to possess the desire and will that belongs entirely to you - you're a person, you're a person! ”

Li Yao's soul stretched out in the brain of "Blackie", releasing countless tentacles, displaying a scene of colorful and ever-changing images, all of which are the red and dusty worlds of the Federation and Empire, the life and battle of the arts and crafts.

The people in the picture learn, work, live; laugh, anger, and delight; sing, dance, and drink, millions of songs converge in colorful rivers, flowing across the almost mirror-smooth sulcus of the brain.

“Listen, I don't want these images and voices branded onto your cerebral cortex, because, even if I branded them, it's fake, not your life! ”

"But I sincerely hope that you will give yourself a chance to appreciate the lives of millions of people, how wonderful this godless world really is, and then find your identity and live your life! I don't want to interfere with your choices, but I want you to have the right to choose, and every human being should have the right to choose his own destiny, which is why humans are human, you understand? ”

Brilliant images and Li Yao Zhen's deafening voice, like a wave, surged up the "black" cerebral cortex, but quickly slipped down without leaving any trace.

“Blackie” has been silent for a long time.

Obviously, with his IQ and logic mindset, it is simply not enough to understand what these images mean, let alone "the power of choice”.

“I am Fang Gang one, two, three, your lowest and most submissive servant. ”

“Blackie" was silent for a long time, sending such a message.

“Fanggang One, Two, Three”, a very common Alliance name.

Each Alliance child is born with a specific family name, according to the community to which their parents belong, and then randomly selects one or two words from a “word bank” of about 3,000 words as their name. If the name is too ordinary and the repetition rate is too high, add a two- to five-digit number at the end.

Rather than a human name, it's a machine number, and a number like 34556224684, without any distinction.

If Li Yiu has hair at this moment, he must pull all his hair down hard, clasp in the palm of his hand, slap his chest hard, and let out his depression.

And just then, he had a faint laugh behind him.

“Is there a mistake? Is this how you wake up the Allies? ”

The voice of the blood-hearted demon came through and scared Li Yiu into a big jump.

“What's the matter, don't sneak out the back of my ass! ”

Li Yao said, "Since the closure of the Golden Crystal Tower, I haven't felt your presence. I didn't know how to call you. I thought you had been refined by me! I knew you weren't going to die so easily. Please say hello before you come out. I feel cold behind you like a ghost! ”

“Strictly speaking, our current state is indeed a twisted haunt, with each other. ”

The blood-hearted demon smiled lightly, “The realm of distraction meant much more to me than you, so I slept two more days than you, and got something more subtle and incredible than you in deep meditation, but it's not just making two butterflies so simple...”

“Really?”

Li Yao's soul suddenly solidified and shouted in dismay, "Wait, why... your soul has become so handsome, for no reason, you are me, I am you, the two of us are clearly alone, sharing the same face, but why are you presenting it, so handsome, so cool and explosive! ”

At this moment, the spiritual shape of the blood-colored demon still holds Li Yao's face, but the temperament has changed dramatically.

He is still a blood-coloured composition, but the blood-colour is no longer monotonous, but very hierarchical, like the interweaving of thousands of different kinds of red, giving people a strange feeling of "utmost splendor”.

The long hair with messy head and no wind is automatic. It is like a raging blood wave, but also like the burning blood flame of a bear. It is accompanied by those deep and unpredictable blood eyes, making it indeterminate and unpredictable.

The carefully carved blood-colored coat is like a reversing blooming lotus flower, but also a blood-colored light, haunting between the red lotus, baking a few points of ultra-dust devulgarization to the smell of yin to evil.

Li Yao is not a person who likes to brag about himself, but he also has to admit that he is still quite good looking, very personality, usually he does not pick up, look, a little pick up, is definitely the "type man” in the extraterritorial celestial demons!

“As I said, I meditated more deeply than you for two days, snooping into more mysteries about the realm of divinity, and naturally being more handsome than you. ”

The blood-hearted demon smiled, “Besides, darkness is always more attractive than light, evil is always more interesting than justice. What's the problem?

“At the moment, you want to awaken the self-will and desire of this saint, but look at all the means you use, what... working life, singing, dancing and other things, it's too boring, too boring, do you think you are a three-year-old child, will be awakened by this kind of thing?

“It's tough guys who are going to lay potion. All the ‘blacks' are natural allies. Since growing up in the alliance, they have undergone brainwashing many times without knowing how many times. Normal stimuli don't work for them at all. You should increase the stimulus and get some really good stuff out.

“I think your last idea for a ‘little video' was pretty good, and this time it might work - of course Wu Yingqi's head doesn't have to stick to it, the original flavor, the real knife, the hard bridge horse is fine, and you can also consider using the most exciting virtual reality to awaken his most primitive desires, as well as negative emotions like anger, hatred, pain - negative emotions are always more exciting than positive emotions, anger is always easier than calm, right? ”

“Are you kidding me? ”

Li Yao subconsciously refused.

“Extraterritorial demons! ”

The nigger named “Fang Gang 1, 2, 3” also reacted.

The vigilance and hostility of the Allies towards the extraterrestrial demons is almost innate, and the bloody demons of the moment have indeed escalated into what is known as the "Demon King”.

Fang Gang, one, two, three, did not hesitate to release the strongest lightning from the depths of the divine soul, and struck hard at the blood heart demon.

Bloody heart demon mouth slightly tipped, bent a finger, gently ejected a blood flash, suddenly smashed the spirit lightning, while the "Fanggang One, Two, Three” spirit bounced out, crashing around the brain domain.

“See, that's the right way to deal with it, what you just did, that's embarrassing. ”

Bloody heart demon leaves Li Yao, Red Lotus robe no wind, floating towards the spirit of “Fang Gang 1, 2, 3”, eyes bent into two moon teeth, giggling, “Little guy, relax, you are still an ignorant child, naturally do not know the benefits of our Tian Yu clan, when Uncle Li Yao imprinted the 18,000 small videos in his brain all over your cerebral cortex, you know the taste of 'being human', how much fun it is, then, just fear that you will eat the smell of the medulla, crying out to be a normal person, who rarely comes when the same saint allies? Hee hee hee hee! ”

“Wait...”

Li Yao is going crazy, throwing out the spirit tentacles and dragging the bloody demon back, "What the hell are you doing? If we can force any information to be branded on someone else's cerebral cortex as we please, what's the difference between us and Wu Yingqi, and those Pankos who treat humans as slaves and machines? ”

“Why are you always so corrupt that you have to adhere to some meaningless so-called 'moral code’? ”

Bloody Heart Demon frowned, “We're here to heal people, wake them up as normal human instincts, unlike Wu Yingqi and Pangu, of course, which is sort of... poisoning them, right? ”

“I don't want to be so corrupt, but I can't help it. All my ‘non-corrupt' sides are sucked away and devoured by you! ”

Li Yao continued to adhere to his principles, dying and dragging the bloody demon, “Besides, before long, these saints are the equivalent of innocent children, a blank piece of paper with nothing. You have to paint those heavy flavors with ink from the beginning. Have you ever thought about what kind of monster they might be?

“Yes, they are likely to get out of a state of indifference and numbness, but they are also very likely to get overexcited and become a bunch of monsters who simply satisfy their desires, completely disregard the laws of society, a bunch of homicidal maniacs, a bunch of lawless demons… etc., that's not your real purpose, is it, you want to go from one extreme to the other and turn the Allies into a bunch of demons! ”

“Oops! ”

The blood-hearted demon threw up his tongue and put up a position of surrender with his hands up, laughing hip-hop, “You failed again! ”