Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

“You...”

Li Yaoqi knots, really want to ignore everything and the bloody Heart Demon War, bite a tooth that doesn't exist for half a day, or hold on to anger, “Let's go home to fight, it's still in other people's minds! ”

“Who wants to argue with you? ”

Bloody Heart Demon sneered, "Although my advice is to hide a few little selfishness in it, I haven't tried it if it's not the truth, believe it or not, you take a closer look at his brain. ”

The blood-hearted demon gently struck a ringing finger and a red Mars swayed, flying to the center of the brain of "Fanggang One, Two, Three”, suddenly exploded, turning into a red light, reflecting the entire ventricle clearly.

Li Yao's divine soul waves, instantly stalled.

If the human brain is a beautifully constructed, solemn palace, then this palace of "Fanggang One, Two, Three” is a broken wall after indiscriminate bombardment.

Not only is his sulcus almost flattened, the cerebral cortex is as smooth as a mirror, the nerve bundles that connect the various cells of the brain are fractured and entangled, and there are signs of corrosion and burning.

Between the cerebral cortex, the cerebral margin system and the nucleus, a dark high wall was erected, and there were deformed nerve synapses like thorns between the high walls, releasing an arc of teeth dancing claws from time to time, suppressing normal biocurrent activity.

Under such severe trauma, many parts of the "Fanggang One, Two, Three” brain have been severely atrophied, while others have deformed and expanded, squeezing the space for normal brain cells to move.

No wonder, no matter how exciting Li Yao was, he was indifferent.

Turns out his brain is so miserable!

“See, all ‘blacks' were born and raised in the Alliance - only then can they carry the genetic and spiritual branding that Wu Yingqi initially gave to ’blacks'. ”

The Blood Heart Demon Cold Trail, "which means that their brains have been tortured and transformed since childhood by the elite of the Alliance - by the best masters - and have long been conditioned to the face of nothing.

“As Zhuge Jinglun, Dean of the Third Psychiatric Institute, said, their system of communication between the cerebral cortex and the brain margin system was severely shrunk, and the area responsible for memory and emotion was severely shrunk, but the block responsible for physical instincts and partial storage of information was deformed and expanded.

“This is a firefighter, and if I'm not mistaken, the superior master must have implanted a great deal of battle-related knowledge into his physical instincts and information storage area to form some sort of… program.

“When he enters a state of combat, these procedures run as automatically as instincts, turning him into a precise, efficient, ruthless killing machine.

“But under normal circumstances, his intelligence and thinking skills are less than those of a three-year-old, a complete idiot.

“How are you going to wake up a self will that doesn't exist for such an idiot? Whatever you put in his head, it's chicken and duck. Play the piano to cows!

“So only my approach works, branding the brightest and most exciting information directly onto his cerebral cortex, and it's possible to arouse his emotions and desires - even on the dark side, better than without them, isn't it? ”

“… of course not! ”

Li Yao's soul contracted tightly together, like a tight fist, he shouted, “Look at his brain, this is like a burnt wasteland, all the soil burned, corroded by acid rain, flowing with lava and venom.

“Your practice is to just graft some trees from somewhere else and stick them on this eroded piece of junk, even if it looks lush, just to fool yourself!

“It's useless, you can't really wake him up by doing this, just turning him from a slave of the best master to a slave of your desires.

“Don't you think what we really need to do is improve the soil quality of this waste, eliminate all the acid rain and magma, sow the little seeds, slowly grow the plants that belong to this soil, start with a tiny green, rejuvenate this brain? ”

The blood-hearted demon twisted his head for half a day.

“Not really. ”

And he snorted, “How much time does that take, what's the price, and what's the benefit? ”

Li Yao silently looked at the bloody demon for half a day and no longer ignored this guy. He flew towards the “Fang Gang One Two Three” Cesar's trembling soul.

“Don't be afraid, we are friends, I am your people, I will… save you. ”

Li Yaolan muttered to himself, emitting a soft light from the deepest depths of the divine soul, enclosing the damaged nerves and withered brain cells of Fanggang One, Two, Three.

Bloody heart squeezed his eyes for half a day and finally saw what Li Yao wanted to do. His nose wrinkled again.

“You're crazy. ”

Blood Heart Demon sighs, "You're consuming your precious power of God to help this guy fix his brain one by one?

“Yes, we are all experts in brain repair —— we used to be so crazy about manipulation, refinery and combat that our brains explode three or five times a day, but we rarely get help from meditators and brain surgeons. We repair them ourselves, one by one, connecting the cerebrovascular and cerebral nerves, we all construct cognitions of the brain, and we have surpassed the vast majority of meditators and brain surgeons, and we are first-class experts.

“But you have to figure out, this is not our own brain, it's thousands of kilometers away from our brain, in other people's brains, the difficulty of fixing it and the cost of fixing it, at least ten times higher than fixing ourselves! ”

“Cut the crap. ”

Li Yao concentrated, his soul hallucinated into tens of thousands of tentacles, surgically delicate and calm, helping “Fanggang One, Two, Three” connect one broken cerebral vessel and brain nerve after another, stripping away the neoplasm that blocks the cerebral sulcus, and his head does not return to the blood-colored heart magic, "you know very well, you can not convince me. ”

“But I can stop you! ”

Bloody Heart Demon bites and cuts his teeth, “Our souls are entangled and symbiotic. You are constantly dragging me down, asshole. I feel my power is passing away. Stop it! ”

“Stop me? ”

Li Yao finally turned around and stared deeply at the bloody demon, “So... try it? ”

Bloody Heart Demon was shaking, all the words clogged in his throat, grinding his teeth for half a day, heavy “humming”, floating to the edge of the brain of "Fanggang One, Two, Three”, one ass sat down, hands between his waist, bored.

“Does that make sense? ”

After watching Li Yao for half a day, he still couldn't help but say, “This guy is just a lowest level Allied warrior, a common ‘soldier bee’, even if you can help him completely repair his brain and awaken his own will, so what? Can it change the whole Alliance? Can you save the Federation and the Empire? What's the point? ”

“Perhaps not. ”

Li Yaoju Jingxian, he has helped “Fanggang 1, 2, 3” to connect three thousand four hundred and twenty-five critical brain nerves, completed nearly one-tenth of the work, paused, "but it means something to him, it also means something to me. ”

“… I still feel like you're in trouble. ”

The Blood Heart Demon added, "Don't forget what the content of the 'Black Plan' is. These ‘Blacks’ would have been the best tools. As long as you admit that you are their god, they will voluntarily tell you all the information and even die for you. If you can muster enough ‘Blacks’, even if you want them to surround the Good Master, they won't frown.

“But you want to wake up their ‘humanity' and ‘will’ and turn them into real people? What exactly are you up to?

“When people have weaknesses, they worry, fear and anger, they produce countless unexpected variables, and they can't work for you wholeheartedly. Isn't that creating obstacles for themselves? ”

“You... listen to me. ”

This time, Li Yao did not turn back, but his voice was more serious than ever, “My ‘Black Plan’ is different from Wu Yingqi's ‘Black Plan' of 3.0.

“In his‘ black plan ’, all the blacks are tools, and he just uses them for his own personal gain, and as long as his ambitions are fulfilled, it doesn't matter how much these‘ blacks' die, even if they all die.

“But my ‘black plan' is not like this, I can't use a living, fleshy human being as a tool as Wu Yingqi 3.0 - not even for the purpose of looking more glorious and sacred and moral!

“I regard these ‘blacks’ as my kind, my friends, comrades fighting side by side, and if I want them to fight for a purpose, I have to make sure they know what they're fighting for! ”

The blood-hearted demon silenced for a while, and the Phantom said, “You're nothing to look for, you're making the task more difficult for no reason. ”

“Maybe, but you know, there's never been a shortcut, and any seemingly simple way to do it comes at an unexpected price. ”

Li Yao said, “Do you still think Wu Yingqi 3.0 was kind enough to entrust the Black Project to us and really wanted to help us?

“Idiot, the Black Plan is the bait he threw and the first step to luring us into becoming 'dragons’! How can we maintain the sophistication and purity of the practitioner if we follow his lines of thinking to implement the 'Black Plan' and treat all ‘Black' as a simple tool, trampling human dignity and free will on dust and dust?

“If, for one noble and urgent purpose, ‘blacks’ can be instruments, can all Saint Allies be instruments for another nobler and more urgent purpose, the Empire, the Confederate? Understand? The bottom line is right behind us. Step back, it's a total collapse. We can only go down the path of Wu Yingqi 3.0 step by step.

“I will never let his plot succeed. My path is one filled with thorns and flames, and I will surely persevere! ”