Chapter 452: The Demon Disintegrates

"Your path is not necessarily right." Gaia retorted, "Whether it is Yun Dynasty, Shinto, or your current thinking network, they are essentially methods of gathering people with unstable foundations. How can they be compared to methods of trickery? The only way to cultivate your true self.”

"Let's hit the road." After hearing such words, Bai Mo replied expressionlessly.

Three simple words, mixed in the overwhelming white light, carried the anger he once had. The sharp gaze revealed a trace of Bai Mo's true inner thoughts.

Anyone who can read his eyes can see the gloom contained in them, as if a storm is about to come.

If it hadn't been for the Red World disciples who suddenly provoked chaos and forced Bai Mo to crash into the Wanxiang Realm at least ten years earlier without making all preparations, he might not have walked into the predicament he is in today.

Based on the situation of the Huaya Federation a few years ago, the conflicts between him and other people were not at the point where they needed to immediately turn to civil war. Even a hypocritical peace could be maintained for at least twenty or thirty years.

Over the past few decades, he has had plenty of opportunities to experiment, letting the test subjects overcome mines for him bit by bit, clearing possible obstacles on the road to advancement.

Instead of being forced to be the guinea pig of his own conjecture like now, he was the first to take the path of his conjecture.

It's a pity that Bai Mo, who is gradually losing his emotions, has become more and more difficult to express his anger itself. He can only say these three words, plus a sharp gaze.

From the gradual disappearance of emotions, to an indifferent attitude towards everything, and finally to not even caring about his own life and death, until he completely lost himself and turned into a real stone.

This was what he suspected was the path of no return he would most likely take in the next few hundred years.

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"We monks, why bother fighting!!!" Faced with Bai Mo's pressing step by step, a majestic voice like a symphony burst out from the center of the battlefield.

The red and purple beings were constantly peeling off little bits of light, reappearing into the appearance of a human monk looking down on the world.

One is a young man in red robe who was transformed from a disciple of the Red World. The casual clothes on earth turned into a set of fiery red Taoist robes.

The other is a heroic young man (female?) transformed by Gaia, whose gender is indistinguishable. His purple dress turned into an antique purple robe.

Although the human race in Tianxuan Continent has a completely different body structure from humans on Earth, there is not much difference in appearance.

The image they reveal now is exactly the appearance they had when the body was still there.

The red light, which symbolizes resistance, and the purple light, which symbolizes fate, exploded with all their power at this moment, pouring into the nine-character mantra to resist the ruthless crushing from the white light.

Even if they know clearly, Bai Mo does not have the ability to completely kill himself, he can only continuously strengthen the seal.

But if he was really desperate and used all his strength to maintain the seal before his death, according to Gaia's estimation, the seal would last at least several thousand years after his death.

A monster who has lost his emotions and desires and is on the verge of enlightenment. No one can guess what he will do next.

In the dark prison for thousands of years, Gaia didn't think her will was strong enough to persist until the moment the seal dissipated. A sealed space of nothingness is the constant obliteration of self-existence.

Without the input of information, even a nearly immortal information creature will be worn away bit by bit by boredom under the dullness of time.

Perhaps the experiment process will take thousands of years, but after all, it is still Bai Mo's attempt.

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"Two fellow Taoists, I'm tired." When the fierce battle was in full swing, the words from the creator Yun Danfengqing gave the other two people a sudden bad feeling.

"This half-dead demon form is, in the final analysis, just a failure of the Mahayana monks. Our road has been cut off. Why should we hold on? It is better to be reincarnated and rebuild. Maybe there is a glimmer of hope to reach the top in the future." It continued. said.

"what are you saying!"

"I'm not willing to give in!" After hearing the creator's words, the disciple of the Red World gritted his teeth and said.

"I, Xue Daoyuan, practiced Taoism at the age of eight, and my family was exterminated at the age of eighteen. I killed my enemies at the age of thirty-eight. In the past three hundred years, I have destroyed thirty-six of my sects that were oppressed. I am nicknamed Blood Daoyuan. I have fought against heaven and earth all my life. Why should I ask this old thief? Bow down, reincarnate and rebuild!”

After retaking the human appearance of the past, the red-robed Taoist who claimed to be a disciple of the Red World, whose real name was Xue Daoyuan, changed from his previous composure, and his eyes burned with unyielding flames.

"Haven't you noticed yet? The form of the demon is subtly distorting our temperament, splitting into personalities with different ideas bit by bit... The final outcome is also to forget who we are." There has always been little The creator who spoke rarely gave a detailed explanation.

"..." The red-robed Taoist was lost in thought while running his own part of the Nine-Character Mantra Array.

"Finally, give these two fellow Taoists a gift, and the demon will disintegrate!"

The man in golden armor projected by the creator instantly triggered a terrifying shock that spread around the world on both the energy level and the information level.

The vibration waves at the energy level are evenly transmitted to every corner of the earth. Almost everyone and animals can feel a breeze blowing on their faces.

But, that's all.

If it were still the perfect monk in the integration stage who looked down on the world back then, the energy impact of this self-destruction would indeed be enough to shake the entire earth into powder.

It's just that the creator never thought about what he could do with this little energy in his hands. The real shock was at the information level!

The information shock wave accompanying the energy is a bit like the electromagnetic pulse bomb emp invented by humans, but the effect is infinitely higher.

Wherever the shock hits, all text and data are randomly rearranged.

Sentences in books turn into random words, songs recorded on audio tapes and CDs turn into noise, and information stored in memory and hard drives cannot escape the evil hands.

The craziest thing is the continuous collapse of the world's financial system.

The deposit data in the bank was randomly modified. Ten yuan might be changed to one billion, and one billion might be changed to ten yuan. The main database and the backup database were all invalidated.

The communication network was temporarily paralyzed because all the information transmitted lost its meaning.

"you!"

The creator, who has always been secretive, set out to destroy the foundation of the information age. Bai Mo could only allow his own power to continue to extend outwards, trying to offset the influence of the creator as much as possible.

In this way, under the cover of the creator's disintegration of the demon, there was a gap of several seconds between the disciples of the Red World and Gaia.