The blood-colored inner demon wanted to cry but had no tears.
He tried his best to escape, but he was entangled tighter and tighter by Li Yao, and was dragged back by Li Yao.
"Wow!"
Li Yao was haunted by the blood-colored inner demon and said with tears in his eyes, "I never expected that you would be so loyal at the critical moment and willing to stay and live and die with me.
As the saying goes, 'A friend in need is a friend indeed'.
It seems that you are really like me at ordinary times."
I'm wrong, I apologize to you, good brother, I won't say anything anymore, we live and die together today!"
"...You are a big-headed ghost!"
The blood-colored inner demon cried and howled, twisting around in vain, "What evil did I do when I was a member of the Blood Pattern Clan in my previous life, so that I would have such a 'good brother' like you in this life?
If you want to die, you can die on your own.
I will still Young, I still have great youth, I don’t want to die, I, I, if I had known this, I would have really joined forces with Lu Qingchen to kill first—" The chirping noise of the bloody inner demon stopped abruptly.
The turbulent flow of data that was as violent as a whirlwind, chaotic as a whirlpool, and swallowed up the world, sucked them all into it.
For a moment, both Li Yao and the Bloody Heart Demon felt like the world was spinning, and they were experiencing the changes of thousands of years in a daze.
Their souls were mottled by the impact of endless data, like a statue that was eroded by the strong wind and riddled with holes.
"dad!"
"Li Yao!"
At the last moment, they heard a familiar voice above their heads, and a faint drop of light that grew bigger and bigger.
It was Xiao Ming, Wen Wen and the boxing champion.
They didn't leave.
Instead, they risked the complete destruction of information and the end of their lives to save Li Yao and face the "Fuxi data turbulence" with him!
Li Yao was overjoyed, but he thought that Xiao Ming and Wenwen might also be involved in the strange whirlpool, or even be contaminated by Fuxi's highly corrosive data turbulence.
Their souls were tightened like a steel cable, and a whole force of energy was born out of nowhere.
With the new power, the earthworm-like body continued to expand, swelling like a mountain, and the flagellum grew again, turning into a strong and powerful arm, like an eternal god descending from the sky, forcefully carrying the entire violent ocean of data.
"I will never let you pollute Xiao Ming and Wenwen!"
boom!
Li Yao felt that every data in the vortex turned into a shining star, and one billion and eighty million stars exploded in front of him, blowing him to pieces and completely annihilating him.
He knew nothing about what happened next. … He is sleeping, he is thinking, and in the reconstruction of the fragmented virtual world, he is also reconstructing his soul, and exploring and releasing the deepest power of his soul.
He was just like Lu Qingchen not long ago, experiencing reincarnation again and again in the "matrix", his consciousness was divided into several levels from the inside out, and the tentacles of his thinking suddenly extended to the other side of the vast sea of stars, and sometimes shrank to his side.
In a stream of data like plankton.
Sometimes, it seems like an immortal single-celled life, which has gone through a long evolution in the virtual world where true and false are indistinguishable, from single cells to multi-cells, from fungi to trilobites, from fish to Into amphibians, from dinosaurs to apes, or even into a group of beetles like the Houyi tribe, or a towering tree like the Kuafu tribe.
Sometimes, his "thinking touch" can flow out of the "Ultimate Salvation" along the open data interface, and see clearly how this fragmented and extremely twisted flagship of the Fuxi fleet was used by other starships to use spiritual magnetism.
Captured on the spot and dragged between two majestic giant ships - although he did not recognize the models of the two giant ships for a while, the nine-star rising dragon battle emblem shining with teeth and claws on the bow still made him He breathed a long sigh of relief.
His "thinking touch" continued to extend, and he seemed to see the federal and imperial coalition forces chasing each other northward on the edge of the Extreme Heaven Realm, mopping up the remnants of Fuxi's fleet, including the reconstruction of the imperial capital, the surrender of the Yellow Dragon Realm, and the four elected emperors.
The chaos and collapse of the Hou family's territory...
Long after the end of the Imperial Capital Defense War, the entire sea of stars was like red-hot iron ingots, still at extremely high temperatures.
The eternal war was just a break, but the dawn of peace had finally arrived.
He wasn't sure if this was really happening or if it was just his imagination.
Just as he was uncertain about the worlds that were both illusory and real - the prehistoric, ancient, ancient, medieval, antique world of swordsmen, the Great Dark Age ruled by monsters, and the Star Sea Empire.
Infinitely brilliant, is all this true or false?
Having said that, how should we distinguish between truth and falsehood?
He remembered that he had argued with Fu Xi and Lu Qingchen about this issue.
Is the world created by data and information more fake than the world of forty thousand years of cultivation, and therefore less valuable?
How can he confirm that the world of forty thousand years of cultivation, including himself, must be real?
Perhaps, when every intelligent life is first born, it is "fake" to some extent, so it has to spend its whole life "cultivating"!
Thinking like this, he gained a ray of enlightenment from the deepest part of his soul, as if with a "ding", a certain crystal shell cracked, and something as pure and weak as a newborn baby, but full of infinite possibilities, emerged from the cocoon. .
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He, Li Yao, finally woke up again after a long sleep, devouring, fusion and cultivation!
"here it is……" Li Yao felt like a fetus in amniotic fluid, indescribable tranquility and tranquility.
He saw himself and the blood-colored inner demon merged into one again, intertwined like a huge genetic chain, and his upper body re-formed.
It turns into a human form, but it is crystal clear and radiant, and every pore is filled with light that seems to be substantial.
Gently raising his hand, Li Yao quickly analyzed all the data that made up this body.
Li Yao was surprised to find that his soul was perfectly integrated with part of Fuxi's database, allowing him to master part of Fuxi's memory and abilities.
Of course, he also gained partial control over the "Ultimate Rescue" and tens of thousands of prehistoric crystal brains.
However, Fuxi's data fragments were too few in the end to form an overwhelming advantage over him, but he was suppressed and submissive by him, completely becoming a part of him.
This is still a virtual space.
It can be seen that after the fierce battle that happened a long time ago, this virtual space has been on the verge of collapse, but I don't know what kind of power supports it, but it can barely maintain a crumbling and dying state, and it has been rescued again.
At this moment, the countless pitted and distorted virtual worlds are like traumatized cells, immersed in the calmed ocean of data, recuperating and recuperating.
For these virtual little people in the virtual world, it is impossible for them to realize what is happening in the outside world.
They have just experienced a series of earth-shatterings, volcanic eruptions, super hurricanes and tsunamis, and even large meteorite rains attacking the planet.
It is like the end of the world.
"Catastrophe".
Some virtual worlds completely collapsed, and all the data turned into a lifeless gray-white color, unable to change at all.
But in more virtual worlds, tenacious people, after being dragged back to the starting point of evolution by a catastrophe, once again began the cycle of struggling to survive.
Li Yao was filled with emotion as he watched the scenes of enthusiastic reconstruction.
In a daze, he really didn't know how to distinguish the difference between the virtual little people piled up from the data and real life.
——In myths and legends, human beings were shaped from mud by the Nuwa tribe.
So, what qualifications do these little guys made of mud have to judge who is life and who is not?
Then, Li Yao saw crystal clear strands of light extending from thousands of virtual worlds being reconstructed and connected to himself.
He had a very strange feeling, as if he was continuously drawing nutrients from these virtual worlds.
The more tenacious the life in the virtual world, the higher the degree of evolution, and even the birth of so-called "intelligent life", the more changes and possibilities in the data, and the more nutrients he can collect from this virtual world.
It was precisely by relying on the nourishment of countless virtual worlds that he was able to recover so quickly from the withering of the lamp, and faintly glimpsed a new realm that no one had ever seen before, which could not be described by pen and ink, and which had no definition at all!
"dad!"
Just as Li Yao was trying to figure out his connection with thousands of virtual worlds, including the entire virtual space, he suddenly heard a crisp cry.
It seemed to be Xiao Ming's voice, but there was something vaguely wrong.
The voice was a bit rough, not like a seven or eight-year-old baby, but more like a teenager who was in the stage of changing his voice.
Immediately afterwards, a tall, straight, heroic young man swam up from the depths of the data ocean, looked at him with a smile, and called out again: "Dad!"
Li Yao was dumbfounded.
The appearance of this young man is almost the same as when he was in the magic weapon tomb.
He is as handsome, upright and unruly, and full of wild and evil masculine charm.
The problem is, he doesn’t have such a big son either!
"Xiao Ming?"
Sensing the familiar aura on the other party, Li Yao asked in disbelief, "You, how did you become like this?"
"I've grown up.
Every child has to grow up eventually, right?"
The black-haired boy with a wild and unruly temperament smiled heartily, stretched out his vigorous limbs to Li Yao, and showed off the brand new, glittering database, "Or, to put it another way, I devoured a lot of data left by Fu Xi.
Analyze and master Hong Based on the countless algorithms of the famine era and Fuxi's logical thinking structure, I have achieved a new upgrade and iterated to the next version - otherwise, it would be impossible for me to rebuild the collapsed virtual space and find a way to recast my father's broken pieces.
The spirit of God!”