In the end, the phantom still didn't take action, just looked at the incompetent juniors sighing alone.

He knew that his remaining power could no longer kill all the blood cultivators, let alone the star torch beside him would definitely stop it, and this phantom had no chance to take action.

In the "Three Laws of Robots" of Xingju Thinking Logic, terms specifically targeting the creator's ruthless man are added.

...

"What is the reason for giving it to me?" Bai Mo took the source seed from Yuan Wuchu casually in the hot and almost fiery eyes of a large number of people in the family legion.

The demon tide that broke out once every twenty years will only produce a few source species of all sizes. Most of them only have three colors and four colors, and the seven-color source species will appear once every one in an average of hundreds of years.

Even the four major families that already own a seven-color source species will never be so casual. They even hold it with some disgust. Absorbing the same source species will also have a certain enhancement effect.

Bai Mo's unreserved behavior has caused a lot of envy, jealousy and hatred.

...

"You are a destined person." The phantom replied.

"I don't need it." He didn't think that this kind of thing that can only benefit the descendants of bloodlines has any meaning to him. Compared with the eighth-generation memory left to him by Yuan Wuchu, this thing is really not worth mentioning.

"What about your family? Could it be that you, like me, are the inheritance of memory in every generation?"

As the witch's Yuan Wuchu, each generation stuffed all his memories to the next generation and died. After seven or eight generations, his concept of family was actually a bit vague.

After all, the families that come from each life are different. It takes eight memories of family life in eight lives. It is also a very difficult decision to protect whom to protect.

"I don't need it." Bai Mo still repeated the same words.

"Are you a natural ruthless person?"

From Bai Mo's words, he did not read any meaning of humility.

Yuan Wuchu hated the ruthless personality that ruined his life, so his tone of Bai Mo suddenly became much colder.

"Why do you need blood inheritance?" Bai Mo asked, "What is the difference between them and strangers after removing the genetic information that can be copied at will?"

"If we simply talk about blood closeness and similarity, which relative can be higher than his clone? Instead of protecting his relatives, it is better to protect the clone with the closest genes to him?"

"What is a clone?" The phantom was a little confused when he was said.

"A life that can be mass-produced, with blood information exactly the same as yours."

“…”

Such things are too challenging the three views of Yuan Wuchu, the ancient people.

He has lived in a society where blood determines everything for eight lives, but now he suddenly hears that blood can actually be copied at will.

"What a crazy race you are... you actually have the courage to blaspheme the sacred bloodline!"

As a blood noble and one of the founders of the aristocratic family system, Yuan Wuchu felt a little uncomfortable, but in his eyes, which were so blurred that he could not see clearly, there seemed to be a trace of unsearchable expectation.

Bai Mo did not interrupt, waiting for the shadow of "Shuyan" and "Wang" to continue.

"Maybe you really have hope of breaking everything." After hesitating for a long time, he seemed to have made up some decision.

"You want to say something about 'that truth'?"

"How did you know!"

"Guess."

"It turns out to be a fellow man."

"What I'm going to do next, how do you plan to keep it?"

"The order of what you want to say is disrupted." Bai Mo replied.

"This is meaningless and impossible to hide."

"I have my own plans."

"Okay, since you insist."

The two of them were talking and talking, just not mentioning what they meant.

...

"...It's just a chess piece..." When Bai Mo came to his senses, the phantom had completely disappeared from the world. Only these five words remained in his memory, and the context could not be recalled at all.

"As sure, as I thought, this information could not be passed on to the hands of a second person informed."

...

"Where is the phantom that can create the seven-color source species?"

"Where is the evil spirit?"

"Why are there nowhere?"

"How could dozens of evil lords disappear inexplicably?"

"Can anyone tell me what happened!"

Sitting in the Ark command room, watching Hasta, who was broadcasting live in the Manghuang Realm throughout the whole process, couldn't believe his eyes. The time displayed in the lower right corner of the live video jumped directly to 02:00:00, and the second in the middle was dug out!

And in the second I was dug out, the phantom that was originally the focus of the whole audience was forcibly disappeared. After 02:00:00, it completely lost its trace along with all the evil spirits.

"I'm afraid there is a higher position to take action." The man wearing a mask on the side noticed a subtle discomfort.

"They were still talking in the last second, and the phantom disappeared in the next second. There was only one truth! There was something wrong with what they said!"

"What can I get such treatment if I say wrong..."

...

"The creator was wiped out by the way of heaven." Yuan Wuchu disappeared, except for Bai Mo, only Xingju knew the truth.

"What a pity, a great talent."

He was prepared for a long time, and this time he split the words Yuan Wuchu told himself after disrupting the order, and burned them into words one by one, respectively, and recorded them in the memories of different saints under his command, each of whom remembered one by one.

The reason why Bai Mo chose to do this was because he felt that all the information that could be expressed in words could be found in the dictionary after being broken into words, but the dictionary still lived well and was not destroyed by unknown existences.

Therefore, as long as a piece of information is broken into an independent unit, and different people only record one of the words, if they want to eliminate the existence of this piece of information, they will think that people who can remember the entire information no longer exist.

He decided to take a gamble.

...

"I lost, I admit that you will bring a real golden age to the human race." Xingju was unwilling to mention more about Yuan Wuchu, so he simply admitted his failure.

It relies on the overwhelming combat power of the Great Wei family in the wild world. As an artificial intelligence that is absolutely loyal to its mission, Xingju finds it difficult to understand the betrayal, and never thought that the bloodline family would rather defect to the demons outside the sky than continue to live a superior life in their "golden age".

"What are your plans next?" Bai Mo did not mention the phantom again.

"The mission has failed, I have no meaning to continue to exist, I will end myself in ten minutes." Xingju talked about his life and death without caring.

Unlike normal living organisms, it has no concept of life and death from the day it is created. It is still a program after all, and it is completely impossible to understand the mortals' greed for life and fear of death.
Chapter completed!