From the scattered information leaked by the other party, Bai Mo learned that it was the culprit of all the disasters more than three years ago, but at this time, more than a thousand meters under the sea, the cold and high-pressure sea water prevented most of his aggressive spiritual spells. are useless.
However, the other party is also an existence that is proficient in mental power, and it is difficult to ignore the power of the medium, so he can only choose to use the most primitive physical attack.
Under Bai Mo's control, three javelins condensed by Xuanhua attacked the same point on the wall almost without interruption, leaving a small hole in Serres' body.
"I remember you..." Finally, after giving the order to let the six worms guarding it desperately drag each other down, it dropped the harsh words and disappeared into the almost lightless deep sea.
From Bai Mo's point of view, these six worms were completely experimental products given to him. Although the outer shell is strong enough, in the face of the pervasive thought power, it is only a matter that can be killed by a single thought.
It's a pity that he is in the deep sea now, and he doesn't have any certainty of killing the brain worm, so he lets it go.
Another clone was separated, and he was asked to take away the dark green energy sample and the corpses of a few bugs that he had frozen with spiritual spells, and the main body slowly surfaced to join the main force.
"You did all of the following?" Chen Bo, who continued to lead the team, asked.
"The vast majority are not."
Bai Mo briefly explained what happened to the other party, and also mentioned that the culprit of the disaster had actually been hiding in the bottom of the sea, and had actually killed the wrong (alien) person before.
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The moment the two people's eyes meet, the exchange of mental fluctuations has been completed.
After completing the exchange, Chen Bo directly ordered the coalition forces to disband and stop chasing and killing the scattered Haizu.
Because he has received a report from the command room, the sea clan troops that originally went to the Arctic Ocean from all over the world gradually dispersed and began to return to their respective sea areas.
Moreover, chasing and killing a group of fish in the ocean that is more numerous than oneself is not a reliable thing no matter how you look at it.
So far, this anticlimactic battle with heavy casualties has finally come to an end, followed by a cruel post-war redistribution of benefits.
But none of these disturbances really disturbed Bai Mo's life.
On the seventh day after the war, Huataishan's funeral.
The number and size of people present were unprecedented, and many foreign ability users who had accepted his favor on the battlefield also rushed to Tianqing ahead of schedule.
The five giants who broke through on the battlefield all attended in person, even the most rebellious Tiqi put away the black smoke that lingered around him all day long, dressed in a black suit that he was not used to, and his expression became solemn , bowed three times to this pioneer who died on the road of exploration.
Bai Mo stood aside quietly, reminiscing all the way from the first meeting with this old man, sighed softly, and then bowed three times to his photo.
The funeral lasted for a whole day, and finally his empty coffin was buried in the tomb prepared in advance. Three volumes of "Wu Jue", "Xing Yi Dao" and "Qiao Dian" inscribed in pure gold were also buried as funeral objects. were buried together.
Before leaving, Bai Mo saw Hua Qing sitting in one corner with red eye circles.
"Uncle Bai..."
"What are your future plans?" Bai Mo knew a long time ago that Hua Taishan, who had been pursuing martial arts all his life, did not have a wife and children. This granddaughter was actually a child he adopted in the orphanage eight years ago. Hua Qing, who has no blood relationship, felt very embarrassed in the Hua family.
"I don't know..." When talking about the future, she also felt very confused.
"Follow her from now on." Bai Mo pointed to Chen Xi behind him.
"Thank you, Uncle Bai." Hua Qing rubbed his red eyes.
"I didn't expect you to be a good person." On the way back, Chen Xi didn't shy away from Hua Qing who was sitting next door, and joked with Bai Mo himself.
"He finally made my eyes lose all their abilities, and I can use a normal person's vision to observe the world again." Bai Mo didn't answer, but said to himself.
"So what you see now is the same as everyone else's?"
Bai Mo nodded.
"It's pretty." He simply answered her next question.
"How did you know I wanted to ask this question?!"
"Guess."
"Why are you always so calm?" It was rare to chat with this elusive boss, and Chen Xi also asked a few more questions.
"If there are no accidents, I probably already have a lifespan of four to five hundred years. In front of the life of a hundred years, many things are just passing clouds."
"Like an old man." Chen Xi muttered, "How do you know how long you can live?"
"Feeling. No matter how immortal the body is, as long as there is still information exchange with the outside world, new memories will continue to be generated, and the brain will selectively forget part of it for the purpose of protection."
"The mind is like a magnetic disk. Erasing some memory and writing some memory will always bring wear and tear. The period of time until it is scrapped is about 150 to 170 years, but in fact the 'shelf life' of the body will be longer than that of the disk. This time is much shorter.”
"You mean that the original short board of human life span is the body, but now that the short board has become thinking after the transformation of the body with spiritual energy?"
"Almost, before the emergence of aura, whether human body transformation or mind uploading, the actual target was the physical body, but at that time there was no mental power scan, and no one could confirm the existence of such a soul and extend the life of the body. The shelf life is the right way.”
"But ordinary people's thinking has its carrying limit after all. Even if it is walking all the way and forgetting all the way, it will not last too much time, because if there is more content forgotten, it will be the same as that of Alzheimer's patients. There isn't much of a difference anymore."
"As for memory chips and even auxiliary brain chips... CPU, memory, and hard disk are not the same thing after all."
"It's still such a goddamn speech, it seems that even if the eyes are normal, people are still the same." Chen Xi, who didn't understand, laughed.
"The body that carries the thinking and the thinking itself that represents the self are the right way. People who are not strong enough in thinking may lose their self after a long life. Even if the body is immortal, it is just a living dead."
"So what exactly is thinking?" Hua Qing, who had been silent at the side, asked.
"I haven't figured it out either, just a vague feeling."
"Dare you just bragging?"
"Research is called conjecture."
Whether it's the small pieces of wreckage salvaged from the spaceship, the corpses of a few alien bugs, or the weird dark green energy, all of them are worth spending a lot of time exploring.
In addition, the summary of the new level of power and performance, and the transformation of the lingering seal into spiritual art, each of these requires detailed analysis.
After a brief discussion, whether it is the strange substance itself or the level of power after the fusion period, they were finally named Xuanhua. The new level that Chen Bo and others are in was also given the official name—Xuanhua territory.
After all, almost all the people who participated in the war owed Hua Taishan a favor, so when Bai Mo proposed this naming method and reason at the meeting, no one raised any objections.
As for the road of condensing that he has taken in private, Bai Mo does not intend to make it public before his Psionic Network plan is completed, because it is likely to affect the implementation of the entire plan, and he does not want to create more variables.
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