40,000 Years of Cultivation

"This, what does this mean, I, I don't believe it!"

Gus only felt a huge desolation and sorrow run through his body, almost like a flash of lightning, which penetrated all the way from his heavenly spirit cover to the crotch, nailing him to the space.

He trembled all over, angrily unable to himself, waved his fist, and yelled at his creator extremely angrily, "I am a'random mutant', a rare existence, so what about my sister, my parents, what about me? His relatives and friends, as well as so many mechanical and steam **** believers, all the people who live in the world of Fist God, what are they? Don’t they have their own lives and souls?"

"No."

The boxing champion sighed, "It may be cruel to say that, but I don't want to lie to you-no matter your sister or your parents, or most of the people living in the world of boxing gods, they are all virtual humans, a sort of data. The combination, their emotions, emotions, sorrows and desires are all set long ago. Their so-called life is a long puppet show. All the responses they give you are no different from parrots—perhaps more than parrots. Not as good.

"I know you don’t want to believe in such desperate facts, but when you think about it, you don’t have any evidence to refute it--how do you know that every word your sister says is really from her free will, not from the design of the program? Certainty? As long as the database is large enough and the feedback logic is subtle enough, virtual humans can be as vivid and lifelike as real humans."

Gus was out of anger.

Can't wait to blow the damned creator with a punch.

"what about me?"

Gus yelled, "I am a real existence, I have a real soul, I am not a virtual existence, I am the greatest proof-since I am so, why my sister, my parents and everyone else, they are not Really, can't it become real?"

"You... are a miracle, a miracle of life."

The king of fighters said, "Just like on a boiling, chaotic primitive planet, in a magma-like ocean, there are crazy and irregular collisions between inorganic matter, which can collide with organic matter. Like real life, huge data like the number of sands in the Ganges continues. Among calculations, collisions, and permutations and combinations, occasionally, real souls that are not controlled by all algorithms can be born.

"I'm sorry that you have awakened your soul and felt the real pain that a virtual puppet shouldn't have felt.

"But the original me was created by humans in this way. The human being who created me has not solicited my will. By the same token, I believe that there will be no parents in the world who are creating their love crystallization. Before, I would first seek advice from the new life, and everything just happened.

"I hope you don't resent me for this, just as I never resented my creator.

"But if you have to resent me, I also understand very well, you have the right to resent.

"I just don't want that because of resentment and anger, you lost your precious thinking ability and fell into the trap of the devil.

"Lv Qingchen is really not a good person, he is a wicked, calculating, and extremely dangerous peerless murderer.

"He has absolutely no sympathy or pity for you, he just treats you as a tool, a chess piece, and a bargaining chip.

"It would be too ironic and sad if you choose to cooperate with him, or even join him in order to get rid of your status as a puppet."

The boxing king speaks earnestly and earnestly.

He didn't even use his own power to destroy the world to force Gus.

Teenagers can clearly feel the sincerity and apology of the creator.

I can also feel the shining light from this magnificent Lingxiao Palace, flowing warmly in my body.

Gus couldn't hold it anymore, slumped to the ground, at a loss.

Originally, under the bewitching of the devil, he had made up his mind to fight the world and his creator to the end.

Even if it is destroyed, it will show all the pride of his soul.

If the boxing champion appeared on the stage, he would assume a vicious and brutal posture, Gus would never give in.

But in the face of such a champion, the boy just condensed not long persistence, and was shaken again.

"I, I don't know..."

Gus's eye sockets were filled with tears, as if he had become the little boy who couldn't find his way again. He murmured, "I really don't know, you, what do you want?"

"I hope you can help me deal with Lu Qingchen."

The King of Boxing said, "Gus, you are the only hope-not only for the world of Boxing God, but even for the Pangu universe."

"what?"

Gus stammered in disbelief, "I, what can I do? Since you can find me, you have also found Lu Qingchen. This is the world you created. You can modify the rules here. You are the one. The ruler of heaven and earth, isn't it easy for you to capture or destroy a demon?"

"It's not simple, at least not as simple as you think."

The King of Boxing said, "How can Lu Qingchen be a cunning demon, how can he easily reveal his true body? He who appears in front of you, in words you can understand, is just a projection of him, a shadow of him.

"Of course I can easily grab and tear the projection of this demon, but his real body is still lurking on the Iron Fist, lurking in my brain, and even after growing in the dark for years, it becomes my demon. , It will be overwhelming.

"So, I had to put a long line to catch a big fish, pretending that he hadn't locked his projection yet, hoping to seduce his real body and reveal clues."

"This this……"

Gus was dizzy at hearing, and subconsciously said, "So, what can I do?"

The boxing king's body, a masterpiece of golden light, a golden light fell from the sky like golden magma, poured into Gus's sky spirit cover, and condensed into a golden seed deep in the center of his eyebrows.

"what?"

Gus blinked, as if he could see this shining golden seed, sinking and floating in his mind, but he didn't feel anything wrong. Instead, he felt his head was warm and comfortable.

"What you have to do is very simple."

The King of Boxing said, "A devil as cunning as Lu Qingchen, his true body will never jump out of a dark corner before he decides the victory or defeat.

"So, I gave him a chance to decide the outcome, let him think that it can completely erode my brain, and then control my body-the most powerful combined fleet in the Pangu universe.

"I think now he must be looking for the battlefield of the Iron Fist Army and the Steam Army. He thinks it is the place where the data is the most chaotic and I am the weakest. As long as I attack from there, he will definitely be able to seal the throat with a sword, right?"