Chapter 2911: Beyond reincarnation (1/2)

”That's it.”

In the depths of Li Yao’s soul, another flash of lightning pierced the darkness, illuminating his enlightenment, ”The so-called'reincarnation' means that a proud and stubborn soul is completely digested and absorbed during deep hypnosis, again and again. '?”

With this kind of vision, and then observe Fuxi's game, Li Yao can more clearly understand the essence of dozens or hundreds of reincarnations.

In the initial reincarnation, what appeared to be a thousand years ago, the prehistoric super crystal brain ”Fuxi” had just been awakened by the Black Star Great Emperor Wu Yingqi, and a steady stream of scenes created a large number of puppets.

The virtual human who was born after combining the spirits of Lu Qingchen, Chu Zhixiao and others, spent his life as a ”battle puppet”, receiving various stimuli and giving ever-changing feedback.

Countless precious and secret data overflowed from the core of his soul and were further mastered by Fuxi.

Fu Xi also took the opportunity to sneak in his soul core and injected a lot of its data.

——If too much data is injected in a hypnosis, so that the other party completely forgets that he is Lu Qingchen, but wants him to believe that he is Fuxi, the difficulty is too high, and it is easy to cause Lu Qingchen's awakening and resistance.

However, if the process of ”data injection” and ”deep hypnosis” is broken down into dozens or hundreds of reincarnations, with only a little change each time, it is possible to subtly and step by step, without triggering any resistance. Occupy the magpie's nest, with false and true.

The next reincarnation, time jumped to the age of the Xinghai Empire 10,000 years ago. The fleet loyal to the emperor and the rebels of the Doomsday mad blood gods fought between the stars, dyeing every orange and milky star. Crimson.

At this point in time, Lu Qingchen reincarnated many times. Sometimes he was a cultivator loyal to the emperor, and sometimes he became a rebel loyal to the mad blood **** son of the Doomsday War. He fought fiercely between the stars and he was in the crust. Exploring the depths, he killed all the way from the center of the Xinghai Sea to the Xinghai Sea. He experienced countless love, hatred, conspiracy, and betrayal. He was blown to pieces again and again, and fell to the ground again and again, crying loudly.

In this process, several times in his life, he has a subtle connection with the super crystal brain ”Fuxi” from Honghuang.

”Hey, judging from these scenes, it turns out that as early as 10,000 years ago, during the Civil War of the Xinghai Empire, Fuxi was about to be moved and wanted to be resurrected!”

Li Yao focused his attention on analyzing Fuxi's core database, and suddenly found some very interesting historical data. He thought about it and understood, ”Yes, Wu Yingqi awakened Fuxi. This is not a coincidence at all, but a deliberate act.

”It is estimated that the mad blood **** son of the Doomsday War 10,000 years ago had a relationship with Fuxi to a certain extent, and even got the help of Fuxi, in order to completely get rid of the control of the emperor, become an independent individual, and have the ability to compete with the emperor. Ability!

”Why did Fuxi help the Blood God Son upgrade to the'Doomsday War Madness'? The answer is also obvious, it is to completely resurrect herself!

”It's just that, ten thousand years ago, its conspiracy was unsuccessful, and the emperor and the mad blood **** son of Doomsday died together, so naturally no one can activate it.

”So, this work was postponed for ten thousand years. It was not until the remnant soul of the God Child of Doomsday War found Wu Yingqi that he completed the task of ‘waking up Fuxi’ with the hand of the Black Star Great Emperor!

”The civil war in the Star Sea Empire ten thousand years ago was so magnificent, and how many secrets it concealed. Where did the so-called'Emperor' come from, and where is it at this moment? His'Golden Sacred Seat-Lingxiao Realm' Is it really a tomb of a **** older than the prehistoric? What is the answer to all of this!”

Li Yaoqiang endured the boiling ripples and continued to observe and analyze calmly.

After more than a dozen reincarnations, Lu Qingchen's spirit gradually returned to ”ancient times.”

Once in a reincarnation, he became a human warrior who insisted on resisting in the ”Thirty Thousand Years of Dark Age” in which the monster race ravaged the Xinghai Sea. He gritted his teeth in the dark for decades.

In another reincarnation, he became a monster ruler, wielding a butcher knife, chasing resistance fighters among the stars.

In the collision of blood and iron, conspiracy and betrayal, he became more and more confused, more and more confused, and also involuntarily revealed more secrets in the depths of the soul.

When his spirit finally ”reincarnation” reached the ancient repair world, he seemed to be completely lost.

Li Yao watched him go through several reincarnations, as a refugee, as a court official, as a soldier and general, or as a sword fairy who sang with a sword, whether he was chic and elegant, or miserable. In other words, he may be a golden iron horse or a drunken golden fan—no matter what his identity, he rarely looks up at the stars and rarely thinks of the very distant past. He used to be Lu Qingchen, who dared to open fire to the gods and demons. Light dust!

In countless rebirths, his soul was like an onion, peeled layer by layer by Fuxi, exposing the most important and fragile core.

Fu Xi even injected countless messy data into it, completely burying and tampering with the real Lu Qingchen.

In the end, Fuxi's entire core database was deeply inserted into Lu Qingchen's soul core in a mysterious and mysterious way, and a large amount of raw data and core logic poured in wildly, and it was about to merge into an indivisible whole.

Swallowing is about to complete.

This is the true meaning of reincarnation.

Li Yao looked at Lu Qingchen, who was unable to own himself in the red dust of the sea of ​​desire, drifting with the flow of infinite reincarnation, as if looking at his own twisted reflection through a muddy pond.