Dreamland Guide

At the same time that the red sword energy was activated, the entire dream space also trembled.

A dream is a space constructed by consciousness. The material that constitutes the space is memory, and what supports this space is the spiritual energy of the consciousness. Consciousness is the master of dreams, and everything in dreams is created by consciousness. Nothing in the dream can harm consciousness, just like nothing in the real world can harm the Creator.

The only way to harm consciousness is to fight spirit with spirit and weaken the other's spiritual power. This is a confrontation in strength. The strong is the strong, and the weak is the weak. There can be no falsehood.

Zhao Pengcheng had been hiding his power, but he also couldn't see through Aoki's spiritual power. The last time he was in the criminal investigation team's interrogation room, he felt that this weirdly dressed man was unfathomable.

Aoki also knew that Zhao Pengcheng was hiding, because the other party's mental power was not strong that he felt directly from his dreams, but since he was able to disguise in front of Aoki during the interrogation, it showed that he had a strong strength. But Aoki is not afraid of him. He knows the strength of his mental power as soon as he touches it. Now he is in Zhao Pengcheng’s dream. He is an intruder and takes the initiative. No matter what method Zhao Pengcheng uses, unless he can be defeated by a single blow. At least it can escape. Of course, he didn't believe that Zhao Pengcheng had such strength. In fact, he had never met such a person.

Zhao Pengcheng chose a relatively safe and concealed means of attack.

He controls the size of the dream space and maintains it in a small range so that he will not consume too much mental power. When an accident occurs, he has time to let the dream collapse to protect his consciousness.

He concentrated the rest of his mental energy, bit by bit on the virtual scalpel in his hand. Now this knife is no longer a knife, but an extremely sharp mental energy that can ignore all obstacles and pierce the source of the spirit directly.

When ordinary people's spiritual power encounters such a knife, their consciousness is likely to dissipate directly. Even if it is stronger, the mental power will inevitably be greatly weakened. Even if the strong of the same level, even the opponent is a little stronger than himself, this kind of concentrated and sharp mental stimulation is difficult to defend without defense. Once the opponent is injured, he will occupy the next contest. Take the initiative.

The sword aura was lingering, like fire and ice, whizzing out with the power to tear space.

Because Zhao Pengcheng used most of his mental power to attack, there was very little mental power to maintain the dream space, and the power of this knife was so great that the space trembled, and there was a faint tendency to collapse. Once the space collapses, even if the knife hurts the opponent, it will inevitably hurt himself.

But Zhao Pengcheng didn't care, he was determined to win, he had to make a hit, he couldn't knock down his opponent, and he had to cause enough damage. Otherwise, keeping such a person, he doesn't know what the consequences will be.

The stab stabbed Aoki's body. However, this fierce spirit suddenly entered the sea like a mud cow and disappeared without a trace.

Zhao Pengcheng didn't know what method Aoki used to catch his knife. This is weird! No matter how powerful the consciousness is, the collision of two spiritual forces will always have a little reaction, just like a small meteorite, it will always hit the earth when it hits the earth, it will always hit a spark, causing a little damage, and it can even hit a pit at the worst. . Unless the other party's mental power is only incredible to the point where he compares him, he is really like catkins falling in the Daze, and he can't be surprised by the slightest wave.

When the knife fell through, Zhao Pengcheng felt that his body was also empty, as if the blood had been drained. His eyes went dark and he almost fainted.

But the consciousness body will not faint. The feeling of fainting shows that his mental power is fading, and he can no longer support this space and the creations in the space, including his own image.

It is reasonable to say that the dream space will collapse at this time, but he has waited for a long time and did not exit the dream. This crumbling space seems to be supported by something, including everything in the space. He felt a powerful force enveloping his body, preventing him from becoming distracted, and at the same time unable to move, let alone withdraw from the dream.

"I can ask you questions now," Aoki said.

"Who are you?" Zhao Pengcheng was a little scared in the face of the powerful comparison of strength.

He began to hate the human body. The highest-ranking creatures on this planet are so complex that they can interact with consciousness and produce seven emotions and six desires.

He can understand that a race produces a sense of satisfaction and pleasure in eating, sex, etc. due to the needs of survival and reproduction, just as the sage of humanity said-food, sex, and sex. But he couldn't tolerate and understand other unnecessary emotions, and one of them was fear.

Fear makes people timid and may increase the chances of survival, but the timidity of acting style also makes people lose more opportunities. From an individual point of view, the chance of survival is greater for the timid, but the chance of success is much smaller. From a group perspective, human beings have survived cautiously because of fear, but they have also slowed down their progress towards a higher level of civilization.

"I'm Aoki." Aoki is so brief every time he answers someone's question, and he never conceals it.

Zhao Pengcheng looked at Aoki, suppressing his inner fear as much as possible, and said, "With such a powerful consciousness power as you, you can directly search for my memory, so why bother to ask me."

"A disk scan? I'm not anti-virus software, and I don't have a virus database. After scanning, I don't necessarily know which information I need. Besides, if I scan all of them, it will be equivalent to receiving all your memories. Now, my brain..."

Aoki originally wanted to say that there was a problem with his brain, and he didn't even know what he could remember. Sometimes the brain is as bright as a plug-in, and sometimes it is as stupid as a three-year-old child. But he didn't think that this kind of thing should be told to the alien in front of him, so he changed his words:

"...My brain capacity is limited~www.wuxiamtl.com~ can't store so many things."

Zhao Pengcheng asked, "What do you want to know?"

Aoki thought for a while and asked, "How did you contact me?"

"US?"

"Yes, you are...you." Aoki didn't know what to call them either.

"Telephone, email, WeChat...Anyway, we will use whatever contact you use."

"No, it's impossible." Aoki said, "Although the consciousness itself does not carry any memory, you are just parasitizing in the human body and inheriting human memory, but you must have some special contact methods and information transmission methods, otherwise you will You don’t know who you are, you cannot form an organization, and you don’t even think about concealing your identity and concealing the existence of the gray brain virus. These things may not be in your memory, so you will feel relieved and boldly let me search you by myself. Memory. So let’s talk about how you communicated with each other."

Zhao Pengcheng sneered: "Why should I tell you?"

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