In the end, Xu Ying still didn't do anything, just sighed alone watching those helpless juniors.
He knew that his remaining strength could no longer kill all the bloodline monks, let alone the Astro Torch at the side would definitely stop him, and this phantom had no chance to make a move.
In the "Three Laws of Robotics" of Astronomical Thinking Logic, there are special clauses for creators who are ruthless.
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"What's the reason for handing it over to me?" Bai Mo casually took over the source seed from no beginning under the fiery eyes of a large group of people in the family army.
The monster tide that erupts once every twenty years will only produce a few source seeds, large and small, most of which are only three-color and four-color, and seven-color source seeds will only appear once in hundreds of years on average.
Even the Four Great Aristocratic Families who already own a seven-color source seed will definitely not be so casual, and even hold it with some disgust. Absorbing source seeds of the same level will also have a certain improvement effect.
Bai Mo's lack of appreciation caused a lot of envy and hatred.
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"You are destined." Xu Ying replied.
"I don't need it." He didn't think that this kind of thing that could only benefit the descendants of blood was meaningful to him. Compared with the memory of the eighth life left by Yuan Wuchu, this thing is really not worth mentioning.
"What about your family? Could it be that you, like me, inherit memory from generation to generation?"
As a shaman, Yuan Wuchu, each generation will stuff all his memories to the next generation and then die. After seven or eight generations, his concept of family is actually a little fuzzy.
After all, the family of birth is different in each life, eight lifetimes have memories of eight family life, it is also a very difficult decision who to shade.
"I don't need it." Bai Mo repeated the same words.
"Are you born ruthless?"
From Bai Mo's words, he didn't read any hint of humility.
Yuan Wuchu hated the ruthless personality that ruined his life, so his tone towards Bai Mo became a lot colder.
"Why is there a need for blood inheritance?" Bai Mo asked back, "After removing the genetic information that can be copied at will, what is the difference between them and strangers?"
"If you simply talk about blood closeness and similarity, which relative can be higher than your own clone? Instead of sheltering your relatives, why not shelter the clone that is most similar to your genes?"
"What is a clone?" Xu Ying was a little confused by the words.
"It can be mass-produced, and the blood information is exactly the same as your life."
"..."
Such things challenge the three views of Yuan Wuchu, an ancient man.
He has lived in a society where bloodlines determine everything for eight lifetimes, but now he suddenly heard that bloodlines can actually be copied at will.
"What a crazy race you are... you actually have the courage to desecrate the sanctity of blood!"
As a nobleman of blood and one of the founders of the aristocratic family system, Yuan Wuchu felt a little uncomfortable, but there seemed to be such a tiny trace of hope in his blurry eyes.
Bai Mo didn't interrupt, waiting for the phantom that stopped talking and wanted to talk, and hesitated to talk to continue.
"Maybe you guys really have the hope of breaking everything." After hesitating for a long time, he seemed to have made up his mind.
"You want to say something about 'that truth'?"
"How do you know!"
"Guess."
"Sure enough, he is a fellow."
"How do you plan to keep my next words?"
"You're going to mess up the order of what you're going to say." Bai Mo replied.
"It's meaningless, and it's impossible to hide it."
"I have my own plan."
"Well, since you insist."
The two of them played charades one by one, but they didn't mention what they were referring to.
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"...It's just a chess piece..." When Bai Mo came back to his senses, the phantom had completely disappeared from the world, and only these five words were left in his memory, and he couldn't recall the context at all.
"Sure enough, as I thought, this information cannot be passed on to the second insider."
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"What about the phantom that can create seven-color source seeds?"
"Where's the demon?"
"Why are they gone?!"
"Why do dozens of demon lords disappear inexplicably?"
"Who can tell me what happened!"
Hasta, who sat in the command room of the ark and watched the live broadcast of Manghuangjie, couldn't believe his eyes. The time displayed in the lower right corner of the live video jumped directly from 01:59:58 to 02:00 :00, the second in the middle was scavenged abruptly!
And in the second that was poached, the phantom that was the focus of the audience was forcibly disappeared. In the shot after 02:00:00, it completely disappeared together with all the evil spirits.
"I'm afraid, there is a higher-ranking being who made a move." The man wearing a mask at the side felt a subtle discomfort.
"They were still talking one second, and the phantom disappeared in the next second. There is only one truth! There is something wrong with what they said!"
"What's the wrong way to get this kind of treatment..."
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"The creator was obliterated by the way of heaven." Yuan Wuchu disappeared, except for Bai Mo, only Xing Ju knew the truth.
"Unfortunately, an unrivaled talent."
He was well prepared, and this time, he split the words Yuan Wuchu told himself after shuffling the order into words, and recorded them in the memories of the different saints under his command, one word for each.
The reason why Bai Mo chooses to do this is because he feels that all the information that can be expressed in words can be found in the dictionary after being broken down into words, but the dictionary is still alive and well, and has not been wiped out by unknown existence.
Therefore, as long as a word containing information is dismantled into independent units, so that different people can only write down one word in it, then to eliminate the existence of this piece of information, it will be considered that there are no people who can remember the whole information.
He decided to take a gamble.
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"I lost, I admit that you will bring the true golden age to the human race." Xing Ju didn't want to mention any more things about Wuyuan, and simply admitted defeat.
What it relies on is the overwhelming fighting power of the Great Wei family in the wild world. As an artificial intelligence that is absolutely loyal to its mission, Xing Ju finds it difficult to understand betrayal, and never thought that the blood family would rather rely on the demons outside the sky. I also don't want to continue to live the life of a master in my "golden age".
"What are your plans for the future?" Bai Mo didn't mention Xu Ying again.
"The mission has failed, there is no meaning for me to continue to exist, and I will end myself in ten minutes." Xing Ju talked about his own life and death indifferently.
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Unlike normal life forms, it has no concept of life and death since the day it was created. It is still a program after all, and it is completely incomprehensible to mortals' greed for life and fear of death.
In its eyes, life and death are as natural as flowers blooming and fading.