As a cultivator who is already infinitely close to the fifth level, dealing with these mobs is not even bullying.
After stepping into the fusion stage and learning the simple flying spirit technique, ordinary people come to deliver food more or less, and being able to go to the sky itself has made Xiao Yan invincible. A high-ranking transcendent does not only have a high status.
But the people who looted around in the name of resistance obviously lost the concept of fear. They chased Furukawa, who was covered in blood, to the front of Xiao's mansion. From their shining eyes, Xiao Yan knew what these people were thinking.
"Boring." Dark green flames erupted from his body. This kind of strange fire that is extremely lethal to the human body cleared the surrounding area in an instant.
The hundreds of people who followed Furukawa were directly burned to ashes, as if he had completed a trivial matter, he clapped his hands lightly, turned and walked into the room, and continued to study the crystals in his hands.
"It seems that you have already guessed it." The disciple of the red world suddenly looked at Bai Mo and said. With its realm and the characteristics of information creatures, it can even vaguely feel how many people know the information related to itself.
"It's not bad to use the whole world as a chessboard, or a dinner plate." Bai Mo's face was still expressionless, as if he was not the one who was completely suppressed now.
"Your kind is becoming my food, don't you feel it at all?" Feeling that he had already gained an absolute advantage, the Red World member thought of making a joke.
"The same kind, the same kind, or even the same township, are just artificially divided small circles for easy labeling, and I don't like to engage in so many, there are only two divisions, I and other people are divided into two categories."
"There is no one else but me. You are very suitable to take our route. It's a pity." The Red World has already determined to kill the person in front of him. To kill him, because Bai Mo knows too much.
There is this problem in the battle at the information level, which can easily turn into a situation of endless death. Information leakage in information attack and defense is inevitable, and once the opponent knows your secret, even if it is not a deadly enemy, it will instantly change. Become a death feud.
"Are you afraid?" Bai Mo asked in turn.
"Afraid that we will be beyond your control, so you choose to launch everything now?"
"You really know too much." Hong Shi didn't deny Bai Mo's words, and with its height, he didn't care about such talk at all. What to do, just continue with your own business. It's meaningless to agree or deny .
The two of them just chatted without saying a word. It doesn't look like a battle at all to outsiders. Apart from the two entangled lights, there are not many other sound and light effects around, and even the things around the laboratory All intact.
"What are you bastards doing!" After learning from various sources that their family business in the city was stolen, many angry practitioners ignored the threat of devouring spirits, and ran to the city without stopping, trying to save some of their property. loss.
As soon as the two sides met, they would fight, but it might be more appropriate to say that it was a unilateral massacre. Facing extraordinary people above the third level, ordinary people without hot weapons would be sent to death.
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Three hours later.
"You still don't give up. Do you really think you can turn things around with a self-made so-called golden apple? Aren't you afraid of becoming a lunatic?" Through searching Bai Mo's memory, the disciples of the red world also learned that he still has such confidence.
"It's a pity." Seeing that nothing could be done, and the enemy's strength was increasing all the time, Bai Mo decided to take a gamble, took out the golden apple that was always on his body, and ate it whole.
Originally, he wanted to spend two or three years slowly figuring out a more efficient and safer way to use it, but it was not as good as the sky, and there was such an out-of-spec existence that wanted his life, but in desperation , he could only give up looking for a safer way.
If it weren't for its pressing step by step, Bai Mo would not have started to break through to the unknown level so early, even though he had already deduced the general direction.
Many details have not yet been perfected, so he has to rush forward like a duck to the shelves. This is not the choice he wants, but the reality is like this, and Bai Mo has no choice.
After eating the golden apple, he took out the remaining half test tube of the abyss blood after Gaia came, and swallowed it in one gulp.
The Crimson World didn't stop his behavior. From its point of view, this was just the last madness before despair. He would try everything possible, and suicide like this might be the best ending.
He had only a guess as to how far the apple tree, which condensed the thoughts of millions of people, and the golden apple that was born after being watered by countless natural resources and treasures, could reach.
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After the effect of the golden apple came out, Bai Mo quickly realized what kind of terrifying side effects the explosive growth of thinking would bring—he couldn't tell what was reality and what was illusion!
Although his body withstood the growth of thinking and computing power without exploding in situ, the overly powerful thinking and computing power brought him a terrifying imagination that could deceive even himself.
The average person can imagine that there is a water glass in front of him with water in it, and he can pretend to pick up the water glass and pour the water into his mouth, but he will never think that he can really drink the water.
But now Bai Mo is different, because his imagination has become too powerful, everything he imagined has become too real, even he may not be able to distinguish the real from the fake.
Whether it is the color, shape, or every other detail of the cup, he has a very clear description in his mind, even the cold touch of the water in the cup touching his throat is no exception.
Even a simple imagination, in the eyes of ordinary people, is a stick figure, but in Bai Mo's eyes, it becomes something as realistic as virtual reality, and the reality is even enough to deceive his brain.
So in Bai Mo's view, the process of imagining himself picking up the cup to drink water made him feel more like he had actually drank water.
False imaginations are mixed with real memories, and perhaps one or two such thoughts can still be recognized by reason.
But relying on the golden apple, he climbed to the sky in one step, and the complexity of his thinking soared from the level of a thousand thoughts to more than ten thousand thoughts, which meant that he could think about more than ten thousand things at the same time.
Among the ten thousand things, as long as five thousand belong to his imagination, it is enough to make Bai Mo's memory world fragmented.
He only had a memory that wasn't too long, and now it was suddenly inserted into countless pieces, and even he couldn't tell whether there were any fragments that actually happened. It was like being in a half-dream and half-awake stage, and it was difficult to distinguish between dreams and reality.