Seeing that the number of evil spirits that maintained their own existence has disappeared by nearly one-fifth in a short period of time, Xu Ying once again accelerated the speed of his information output.
One after another, powerful fluctuations that cannot be observed by the naked eye continuously spread out from the phantom. He transformed into a large signal source, sending massive information to Bai Mo like a signal tower.
Among them, there are not only the past history, but also the introduction of the ancient wild world. Of course, the most is his own inheritance.
Yuan Wuchu wanted to find someone to pass on what he had accumulated in his eight lifetimes.
Back then, when he knew that his time was numbered, he sadly found that he had become too strong, so strong that only beings above the god level could bear all his memories and become the Ninth Witch.
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Bai Mo watched Yuan Wuchu's coquettish operation quietly, guessing that he might even have the intention of brainwashing himself into the successor of the Ninth Witch.
Compared with his own life span of only a few decades, he has been reincarnated for eight thousand years, and his last life is still a person comparable to him. Bai Mo does not have much confidence that he will not be affected at all.
So he cut all the information he received into small pieces and sent them to these nodes through the subconscious network linking every Holy Walker on the White Land.
The combined memory of the billions of Presbyterians is more than enough to hold everything from beginning to end.
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"Introduction to the ancient race in the wild world, the Sun Chaser?"
"How to refine the blood battle axe?"
"Nine techniques to enhance human conception ability?"
"Postpartum care for dolphins?"
A bunch of inexplicable things appeared in the memory of some people.
"Divine Body Mission - Memory, try to write down the information just now." A line of information popped up.
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"How much have you analyzed now?"
"Fifteen percent."
"These are very valuable materials in the wild world, and we must record them as much as possible."
"yes!"
A man in sunglasses with a pipe in his mouth and wearing suspenders with a belt stretched almost to his chest was busy commanding his subordinates at a frontline intelligence station two hundred kilometers away.
He is the on-site director of the intelligence collection and analysis department on the Ark, and he is responsible for finding breakthroughs from the clues of history.
As the outpost of the Raiders of the Ark Dimension, the man in the sunglasses shoulders the huge responsibility of following up the planning of the large army.
Whether or not a world is worth exploring, which direction to start exploring, and which places are most likely to have good things are all up to him to obtain information and hand over a preliminary research report.
"I still have two quotas in hand, this task is up to you, the two who complete the best can take off the security amulet and become full members of Ark." Seductively with a smile.
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In addition to the members of the Ark itself, a large number of indigenous people have also become their lackeys working for them under coercion and lure.
Each of them has to take a special secret talisman, once the secret is leaked, it will be detonated to ensure that there will be no bad guys. They work like hell.
Although the high-level officials of the Ark knew that their own power was not enough to conquer the Manghuang Realm, they still tried to make the most of it.
Therefore, this world has temporarily become a huge actual combat training base for the Ark to simulate the process of attacking other planes in the future.
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"My time is almost up." After most of the evil spirits behind him disappeared, the phantom became more and more blurred, and the facial features could not be seen clearly at first, but now even the outline of the face was gone.
"This is my last source seed."
From the brain of the evil lord whose eyes had lost their highlights, phantom dug out a mass of colorful, solid-liquid coexisting substances.
"It turned out to be the perfection of seven colors!"
"That's the root of a medium-sized family!"
"As long as you have it, in time, maybe the fifth largest family will come out!"
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When Yuan Wuchu Xuying took out the source seed hidden deep in Yaoxie's brain, the aristocratic army immediately boiled.
Each source seed with perfect seven colors represents a future family that can give birth to multiple sixth-level masters.
As long as the owner recognizes the master by blood, his descendants will have the opportunity to awaken the power of the same series far beyond the descendants of ordinary extraordinary people.
Moreover, the greater the number and the higher the quality of life sacrificed for the source seed, the greater the probability of awakening, which is very against the sky.
As for the seven colors, it represents the bloodline monks of this lineage. The peak of the help their bloodlines can provide is god-level perfection. Before reaching the peak, the speed of cultivation will be much faster than others.
"Silence!" Four rays of light poured out from the center of the legion.
A few waves of coercion far superior to the source species in Yuan Wuchu's hand greatly deterred everyone and made them understand that the current leaders are still the four major families.
As the commander-in-chief of the four great family patriarchs, they took out the source seed with their own family imprint that had been warmed up for many years from the dantian.
This is the seal of the patriarch. Any member of the family who tries to challenge the authority of the patriarch will temporarily lose most of his power under this coercion.
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"A group of poor parasites." Yuan Wuchu glanced in the direction of the noise, and the faint killing intent instantly made everyone's hair stand on end.
The source seed is something created by combining his experience of being a witch in many lifetimes. The original purpose was to encourage the owner of the human race to slaughter foreign enemies and use the blood of other races as a sacrifice to obtain the chance of descendants.
As a result, after the unification of the world and the death of Yuan Wuchu, the aristocratic families who lost the source of sacrifices from other races began to have the idea of sacrificing their own people.
But directly sacrificing the human race obviously couldn't pass the test of the source species, so after decades of research, they finally tossed out something like "artificial demon".
They secretly gave the magical weapons and magic blades they manufactured in batches to the bandits and road bandits in the country under their jurisdiction, and let these guys use people to forge swords.
In the process of killing people, sucking blood and becoming stronger, the bandits will also become more closely connected with the sword, until they gradually lose their rationality, and finally become a sword monster who only knows how to kill.
At this time, the aristocratic family will come to "do justice for the sky" to harvest again, offering sacrifices to the sword demon sword demon who can deceive the source species, not only reaping the fruits, but also making their family stronger in the future, and gaining the hearts of the people, allowing the people to recognize themselves importance.
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Astronomical Torch has been seeing this kind of thing for thousands of years, but it doesn't have any idea to stop it, because it is not human.
In its logic, as long as the god-level red line is not crossed, the stronger the human race, the better.
If the fighting strength of a bloodlined person is equivalent to that of twenty ordinary people, then it is also cost-effective to feed one bloodlined person with the blood of nineteen ordinary people.
This is purely mathematical optimization, without any trace of human thinking. Human life is a value, a value that can be calculated.
PS: Happy National Day everyone (from the author of the salted fish on nine days off)