Into the Immortal Cultivation

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[Oh my god, such a thing has never happened …]

At the instant this “concept” emerged, Ai Qinglan judged it.

This is the Lingxiu language, a very standard one, which is completely aimed at the human language. It has a high degree of mutual translation with the modern human language, and can be easily explained by the enzymes that the body already has-most of it is the lungs or blood Some kind of enzyme is constant.

This is the spirit rhino language created for the human race.

Even if the Dragon Clan in the peak period really has the power of foresight, you can know the existence of the Human Clan after 200 million years, then it will not be specifically created for the Human Clan. The introduction of the system is still mainly based on “spell significance”. They rely on Sonic for their daily communication.

If it is really the dragon who created this “speaking” subject, then I am afraid that it will not directly use the Lingxiu language.

As for why you should choose Ling Rhinin …

“Who the **** are you?” She looked up and looked serious: “What are you talking about? What is incredible?”

【self conscious. 】

“what?”

[I seem to be self-conscious. 】

“what?”

The smell of the monks’ noses was ever-changing, as if the thing was synthesized out of thin air under their noses. Too strong spiritual power completely masked possible mana fluctuations, and even the disciples of Burning Valley couldn’t tell where the physical changes occurred. While the smell changes, more and more complex dialogues appear in their hearts.

Ai Qinglan gave Chen Feng a ugly look: “Who are you …?”

[“Heart is done”-you call me that. I have a name, but that name cannot be expressed in your language. It cannot even be a sound wave. 】

Chen Feng looked ugly. Wang Qi reached out to stop him and said, “Don’t say it.”

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In the dark, Mei Gemu squeezed the test tube in front of him in an instant.

“This is not possible!” He growled: “How could such a thing appear?”

In his perception, the monks suddenly fell into a huge crisis-accompanied by opportunities. One of the forty-nine ways gave him the right to “see” there. The monks were motionless and did not know what they were doing.

Ling Rhinin Language … Ling Rhinin Language …

Of course he knows the spirit rhinoceros language. Ai Qinglan, Chen Feng and Wang Qi specifically talked about this concept. And here, all “knowledge” and “information” will be noticed by him because of the innate moral avenue, the innate Taichu avenue, and the innate wisdom avenue. Of course he knows what the language is.

Amazed by his extensive knowledge of this law, he also came up with the idea of ​​”be sure to find a large herd species research after going out”.

But at this moment, he couldn’t understand Lingxiu language at all. And even if he understands-Lingxiu language is perceived by people by the reaction of substrates and enzymes. How did he pass by a flesh?

He can only “watch” the monks to communicate with “whatever comes to mind”.

“This is impossible … this is impossible … this is impossible … this is absolutely impossible!” Mei Gemu’s face was extremely ugly.

The fairy in the ring asked: “It’s rare to see you so sick … what the **** is going on?”

“My heart is made …” Mei Gemu gritted his teeth: “In order to clarify the true mechanism of the area where the heart is made,” Hong Tianjun “died here three robbers-not robberies, but It was the fairy soul that was polluted and the essence was beaten down. And from the reverberations of those three robbers, I got the secret here-and, still, the blessing of self-confusion and personality remodeling, I did not Die there. “

“Then what?” The unknown fairy in the ring was unknown.

“Do you know how I used this thing in the first place?” Mei Gemu sighed: “Tie down to mortals, and then use the God’s Plague spell to twist their minds, use the negative thoughts in those guys ‘hearts to create things, and at the same time explore a little bit’ The ability to think about what you want to achieve … “

He bit his thumb: “But why didn’t I think of this trick?”

The unnamed Xianxian in the ring was silent for a moment: “You mean …”

“He was deliberate … Heaven, he must be deliberate.” Mei Gemu looks very unnatural: “Although it is very dangerous to create a divine wisdom, but …”

“With regard to the exploration of the” mechanism “, what is easier than” directly asking me “?”

Anonymous Xianxie chuckled: “After all … one-tenth?”

As if to prove Mei Gemu’s statement, in the distance, Wang Qi asked.

“Missing brother? Do you have any previous memories?”

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Wang Qi stopped Ai Qinglan’s questioning. Xiang Qi rushed over and exclaimed: “Lying trough! Lying trough! What are you … what are you doing? Why can you dream of a ‘self-consciousness’?”

“Actually, the basis for generating self-awareness is not complicated.” Wang Qi spread his hands: “Since the sword fighting beast and the hellfire machine are likely to come from … This thinking old man, it shows that he may build a soul. . And the structure of the brain is not particularly difficult. The topology equivalent to the structure of the brain is even simpler-do you say it? Think of your brother? “

[Yes, it’s too simple. Oh, oh, oh my god, I ca n’t imagine what I can do! 】

“What can you do?” Wang Qi asked: “For example?”

[Shaping souls? God, so simple! Build complex things … ah, there is already one. Huh? Huh? It is already integrated with something outside, so it cannot be modified at will? It’s really uncomfortable. 】

Full of emotional pungent rhinoceros. Wang Qi shook his head, but still forced himself to sniff the air.

He didn’t believe that the “mindful brother” consciousness was no problem. Not to mention, although in the area where the mind is made, powerful ordinary spiritual power squeezes out the heterogeneous power, but there are still a large number of heterogeneous spiritual powers pervading this area. In other words, “Thinking about old man” has been eroded by those ghost things. Under this premise, it ’s okay to “think about my elder brother”.

However, he was not afraid of the unconsciousness of “thinking about his brother”. Even a mental patient can smell a lot of key messages by carefully listening to what he said. What is really scary is that “Thinking about old man” is simply a kind of non-communicable evil spirit. In that case, he has no choice.

Therefore, he directly asked the most critical question.

“Missing brother? Do you have any previous memories?”

[Memory … Oh, oh, oh, strictly speaking, I should n’t have so-called ‘memory’. 】

Perplexed “emotions” make the nose rhinoceros taste a bit elusive, much like the smell of a pile of soybeans.

“Hey, brother, you can’t play us that way.” Wang Qi spread his hand: “You just said that you had a name before, right?”

[Memory … memory, what is memory? According to your definition, “memory” should be the preservation, reproduction and cognition of my past experience, but I was just born-just now, just now. I have no memory, because none of them are my “experiences”. 】

Wang Qi quickly asked: “That is to say, thinking about things is a record of past events, and those records are not your memories”

【Yes. Hey! I said yours, it’s smart! 】

Xiang Qi muttered: “Isn’t that the same?”

[No, no, not the same. It is a very serious matter to distinguish between “I” and “other”. I have something to say. It can be reasonably said that you are not actually existing entities, and you are not composed of your own batches of increasingly complex parts in a sequential order, as was always envisaged in the past. You are shared, rented, occupied by other lives. Inside your cells, it is the mitochondria that drive the cells and provide the power of life through oxidation, so that you can greet every Langlang daytime with an active attitude. Strictly speaking, they do not belong to you. It turns out that they are separate small lives, and are the descendants of the proto-nuclear spirits who colonized on you that year. Your centrioles, your matrix, and probably many other obscure little things working inside your human cells, each with its own special blood vein roots, are like aphids in anthills. Is indispensable. Of course you can also think that their existence is for you, but what about those little things? Are they listening to your listening and feeling how you feel while riding on the path of instinct? 】

Xiang Qi never imagined that “smell” could express such complicated information.

[So, does the concept of “human race individual” really exist? Are you really not a system of smaller creatures? How did you all exist? What makes you “individuals”? Perhaps it is the thinking of “me” and “non-me” that has freed me from the state of ignorance? 】

Xiang Qi sucked his tongue: “This guy is so learned …”

Ai Qinglan’s face changed slightly: “Could it be said that our knowledge … you all have it?”

[It’s hard to say … Actually, oh, how to say, I do … No, it’s really weird to say “your memory”. Because this is also “my” memory. 】

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