Chapter 353 True or False

As a cultivator who is already infinitely close to the fifth level, dealing with these mobs is not even bullying.

After entering the integration stage and learning the simple flying magic, ordinary people came to deliver food. Being able to go to heaven itself already made Xiao Yan invincible. Being a superior extraordinary person is not just about status.

But the people who were looting in the name of resistance obviously no longer had the concept of fear. They chased Gu He, who was covered in blood, and arrived in front of the Xiao family mansion. From their shining eyes, Xiao Yan knew what these people were thinking.

"Boring." Dark green flames burst out from his body. This strange fire, which is extremely lethal to the human body, cleared the surrounding area in an instant.

The hundreds of people who came with Furukawa were immediately burned to ashes. As if they had completed a trivial task, he clapped his hands gently, turned around and walked into the room to continue studying the crystals in his hands.

"It seems you have guessed it." The disciple of the Red World suddenly looked at Bai Mo and said. Due to its realm and the characteristics of an information creature, it can be vaguely felt even how many people know the information related to itself.

"Using the whole world as a chessboard, or a dinner plate, that's good." Bai Mo's face remained expressionless, as if he was not the one who was being completely suppressed now.

"Your kind is becoming my food, don't you feel anything at all?" The man from the Red World, who felt that he had an absolute advantage, still had the guts to make a joke.

"The same kind, the same species, and even the same hometown, are just small circles artificially divided for easy labeling, and I don't like to make so many. There are only two categories, me and other people."

"Besides me, there is no one else. You are very suitable to follow our route. It's a pity." The disciple of the Red World has already made up his mind to kill the person in front of him. Even if it has not made a deal with Gaia, it must now Want to kill him because Bai Mo knows too much.

Battles at the information level have this problem. It can easily turn into a fight to the death. Information leakage during information attack and defense is inevitable. Once the opponent knows your secrets, even if you are not a mortal enemy, it will instantly change. A mortal enemy.

"Are you scared?" Bai Mo asked in turn.

"Afraid that we will be beyond your control, so you choose to launch everything now?"

"You do know too much." Hong Shi did not deny Bai Mo's words. With its height, it didn't care about such talk at all. What should be done, just continue with your own affairs. Expressions of agreement and denial are meaningless. .

The two of them were chatting together like this. To outsiders, it didn't look like a fight at all. Apart from the two entangled lights, there weren't many other sound and light effects around, not even the things around the laboratory. All intact.

"What are you bastards doing!" After learning from various channels that their family properties in the city had been confiscated, many angry practitioners ignored the threat of soul-eating and ran non-stop to the city to try to recover some of their property. loss.

The two sides started fighting as soon as they met, but it might be more appropriate to describe it as a unilateral massacre. Facing a third-level transcendent and above, ordinary people without thermal weapons would die.

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Three hours later.

"You still haven't given up. Do you really think you can turn the tables with a homemade so-called golden apple? Are you afraid of becoming a madman?" By searching Bai Mo's memory, the Red World disciples also learned that he still had such confidence to rely on.

"What a pity." Seeing that nothing could be done and the enemy's power was increasing all the time, Bai Mo decided to take a gamble and took out the golden apple he had been keeping 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 God's calculations turned out to be such an out-of-standard existence that wanted to kill him. In desperation, , he could only give up looking for a safer way.

If it hadn't been for its pressing step by step, Bai Mo wouldn't have wanted to start breaking through to the unknown level so early, even if he had deduced the general direction.

Many details had not had time to be perfected, so he had to rush forward like a duck to the shelf. This was not the choice he wanted, but the reality was that Bai Mo had no choice.

After eating the golden apple, he took out the remaining half test tube of abyssal blood after Gaia's arrival and swallowed it in one gulp.

The Red World did not stop his behavior. In its view, this was just the last madness before despair. He would try every possibility, and committing suicide like this might be the best ending.

The apple tree that condensed the thoughts of millions of people, and was watered by countless treasures of heaven and earth, finally gave birth to the golden apple. He had only a guess at how far it could reach.

After the effect of the golden apple came out, Bai Mo quickly realized what kind of terrifying side effects the explosive growth of his thinking would bring. He couldn't tell what was reality and what was illusion!

Although his body could withstand the increase in thinking and computing power without exploding on the spot, the overly powerful thinking and computing power gave him a terrifying imagination that could deceive even himself.

The average person can imagine that there is a water glass in front of him, and the glass is filled with water. He can also pretend to pick up the water glass and pour the water into his mouth, but he will not think that he can really drink the water.

But Bai Mo is different now, because his imagination has become too powerful, everything he imagined has become too real, and even he may not be able to distinguish between true and false.

Whether it's 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 when it touches his throat.

Even the simplest imagination may look like a simple drawing to ordinary people, but to Bai Mo it becomes something as real as virtual reality, and the realism is enough to deceive his brain.

Therefore, in Bai Mo's view, imagining the process of picking up a cup and drinking water made him feel more like he had actually drank water.

Illusive imaginations are mixed with real memories, and perhaps one or two such thoughts can be identified rationally.

But after relying on the golden apple to reach the sky, 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 of more than 10,000 things at the same time.

Among these 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 one memory that was not very long, and now it was suddenly inserted into countless memories. Even he couldn't tell whether any of the fragments actually happened. It was like being in a half-dream and half-awake stage, where dreams and reality are difficult to distinguish.