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Text Chapter 623: Conjecture on the art of killing corpses

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    "Haha," Buddha, who was about to say a few polite words to Don Quixote, slowly turned around when he heard this voice and raised the corners of his mouth slightly, "Both and each other, after being beaten to ashes by the true god, we can still survive here.  You, a reptile, are also very lucky. How about you, Buddha, do you need me to perform a ritual for you to save this dead soul of yours? " Naturally, with the Buddha's ability, I can see whether Xia Donghai is cultivating as a Sanxian or a Sanxian?  It's easy, especially when Char Donghai hasn't found a way to trigger thunder, it becomes even more unrealistic. The soul of the dead is also a scornful name for loose immortals in the prehistoric world. Of course, this kind of scornful name is mostly  It was just a joke between friends, but to be honest, Sanxian was actually quite powerful.  The so-called enemies are extremely jealous when they meet. Although the two people will not really fight, if Don Quixote does not break up the fight, the two of them will actually be unable to get down the stairs. Don Quixote, who is well versed in this skill, will naturally not let it go.  When this happened, the topic was naturally changed. "We will talk about the grudge between the two of you later. Let's take a look at the secret skill first. As the saying goes, there are no eternal enemies, only eternal interests!" "Huh! That's right!  "Yes," Xia Ya Donghai raised his forehead slightly, "Follow me," and then turned around and walked in the front. In response, the Buddha shrugged his shoulders like Don Quixote, and then followed.  Go up.  The place is still the same place, in the forest where Don Quixote and Char Donghai often eat barbecue. In fact, a small shed has been built here, with neat wood, pots and pans, etc. "Bald you?"  If you don¡¯t eat meat, then you¡¯ll be hungry.¡± Xia Donghai sprinkled a handful of chili peppers on the barbecue.  Hehehe laughed a few times.  "We only have meat here." "Amitabha, wine and meat have passed through the intestines, and the Buddha has kept it in his heart. If a monk clings to these things, he will fall into the lower realms." As he said this, the Buddha tore off a large piece of meat without ceremony.  He ate the liquor with relish, but Xia Ya Donghai could only break his teeth and swallow it in his stomach, then glared at the Buddha angrily.  He drank a bottle of strong wine in one breath ¡ª¡ª "Well" After having enough wine and food, the Buddha used Buddhist magical powers to copy Zheng Yiyi's secret technique directly into his own sea of ??consciousness.  In terms of absolute strength, Buddha and Char Donghai at this stage may not be as good as Don Quixote, but in fact, this is not because their cultivation is not enough, but because they do not belong to the system of the Faerun world and cannot exert their strongest power.  Great strength, so for the analysis of these secret techniques.  The experience of the two of them was something that even Don Quixote couldn't match.  This is also the reason why Don Quixote is willing to find Char Donghai several times. Otherwise, who would be willing to share his treasure with others?  "This can be regarded as a tricky secret technique. Reptile, do you have any insights? You must know that you got this secret technique before the monk." "Humph! Fundamentally speaking, abyss projection is the fusion of two secret techniques.  Together, the first one is copying. The only proof of why we think we are us is memory. If our memory is washed away and replaced with someone else's memory, then we are someone else. The Lord of the Abyss seems to be  Taking advantage of this, completely copying a person is easy to say, but extremely difficult to do. Copying a body and a memory is very easy. You and I can do it too, but we have to do it.  Everything inside the copied person, including power, is the same. Of course, except for some extremely special things, this has exceeded our realm. If there is no secret blueprint recording how to achieve this process, even if  We have paid so much, but it is absolutely impossible to succeed. " "Second," Charia Donghai glanced at the Buddha and continued, "It is the control of this clone. If it is really a simple copy of us.  , the result is terrible. This person who has been copied by us will be exactly like us. He will not think that he is a copy, but the real 'me'. Then you can imagine how terrible the consequences are.  "Of course," Don Quixote shrugged, "Just like me, if another me is copied, the result will be that the two of us will fight over my family, and one of us will definitely die to end this."  "That's right, that's why this secret technique has a second part, the restriction on the replica, the restriction on strength, so that the power of the replica will never exceed or be equal to the original body. The second point,  It is not permanent. I think this brat should have a deep understanding of this. Part of the structure carried by the secret technique itself will make the power of the clone evaporate faster than the speed of condensation. This also causes the situation when the power of the clone is exhausted.  , the body will disappear automatically. Thirdly, in terms of cognition, according to the structure of this secret technique, the projection will always think that it is just a projection from the bottom of its heart, and then obey the orders of the main body, similar to a master-servant contract, and finally  Communication, using some strange connection between the ontology and the replica for information exchange, in general, this secret??It is somewhat similar to the billions of clones of your Buddhist sect**.  " "Each one has his own merits." After the formal issue was involved, the Buddha stopped arguing with Char Donghai, "The billions of clones are more free, but the power is indeed shared, and it is restricted by obsessions, and the clones cannot  Will completely obey the words of the original body, just like Leon Buddha. In fact, I have not contacted him for a long time. Moreover, the young monk feels that some features in the abyss projection are deliberately limited, such as the existence time of the clone.  Or the realm of clones. If you want, you can modify it after thinking about it. In this case, the actual use will not be much different from the billions of clones**. Don Quixote has used it here. I don¡¯t know.  Do you have any feelings about this secret technique?  "My thoughts," Don Quixote narrowed his eyes slightly, "It's a wonderful feeling. When two people even think in the same way, there won't be any conflicts. My clone even  I have never touched my lover, because in his way of thinking, he believes that the clone is the clone after all, not the main body. If he touches it, it will make the main body feel very uncomfortable. However, according to the current analysis, I did  A very sensible option.  Replica.  After all, it is not the essence.  I think this is also the difference between the abyss projection and the corpse-slaying technique. As far as I know, the clone and the body of the corpse-slaying technique can be separated and fused at will. Whether it is the soul or the body, they are all inherited from the main body.  " "In this case, it is a bit delusional to want to understand the art of killing corpses from this. They are basically two different paths." After a while, the Buddha couldn't help but sigh, "The idea of ????the will of the abyss is  The abyss projection, which is very talented and can copy almost anything except special abilities, is worthy of praise. At least, he can only make clones appear forever, and no one can ever discover his true body, which is considered a kind of abyss projection.  Invincible in the sense, but this has nothing to do with the art of killing corpses.  " "But not necessarily.  "Seemingly catching the Buddha's flaw, Xia Ya Donghai once again glanced at the Buddha condescendingly. "It seems that the long period of comfortable life has made your head funny.  " "I don't know what your reptile's wisdom is?  You do not believe?  Do you dare to bet with me?  Just bet that you can hold the Buddha Kingdom in your palm.  " "Haha, monks never gamble.  "," Char Donghai took another sip of wine and then said, "For the art of killing corpses, whether it is you, me, or Don Quixote, we all have our own skills."  We have a certain understanding and a rough idea of ??the principles involved, but no matter how we deduce it, we can't get through the last hurdle, practice!  There are people who have not reached a certain level and can use the ability to kill corpses, and have reached a certain level like us, but they dare not test it on themselves at will, cut off their own souls and refine them, and attach them to certain magic.  On the device, once it fails, I don¡¯t need to describe the consequences.  " "Amitabha," Buddha, who had planned to laugh at Xia Donghai again, suddenly had a flash of light in his eyes. Obviously, as a smart man who has lived for a long time, he can immediately think of the key with just a little reminder,  "You mean copy?  " "That's right!  You, a guy with a head full of wooden fish, are smart for once." As time goes by, the tit-for-tat confrontation between the two people has become weaker and weaker. "With the secret technique of abyss projection, in fact, we can have unlimited  We can create a clone with a realm similar to ours, and have absolute control over it. In this way, based on what we know before, we can use it to conduct experiments, even if we cannot restore the supreme secret technique of the ancient times, we can still obtain one or two truths.  It's probably the first time in the world of Faer?n that we experiment with powerful people at the Dharma God level.  "Then I'll leave this matter to you two," Don Quixote casually pulled out a bonfire from the fire and lit a cigarette for himself. "Please inform me if there is any progress."  " "You won't come?  Brat, your cultivation level is the highest here!  " "Hey, I can't help it," Don Quixote smiled and rubbed his hands, "You don't know, I am now the father of three, four, five, six or seven eight daughters, and several of them are still in the  I'm expecting to give birth soon. I can't leave them at this time. You two must also understand the pain of being a father. If you don't have a family, you don't know how expensive food and rice are. If you don't raise a child, you don't know how sexy diapers are!  "    ""    ",roll.  "¡ª¡ª" This is small  Ah  It is estimated that it is anxious, "Perhaps it was affected by the Magrara of Missla.  The strength is there, so even when she is about to give birth, Xia Yaqin still has a calm face, and she still has the leisure to make fun of her own child.  SmallThe girl is at least over ten years old," Don Quixote, who is also a part-time gynecologist, once again fully armed himself. He also arranged the delivery room to be airtight and equipped with all kinds of modern equipment. Kyle, Xiu  Carol and Carol, part-time nurses, are waiting for this last moment together, "Okay, use force and let her come out!"  "    "Um!  "Xia Yaqin nodded. Wearing only a large robe, she supported her legs. With the help of spiritual energy, she slowly squeezed out the shrunken little Mythra along her lower body.  The whole process looked a little bloody, but to anyone present, this could only be regarded as a small scene. Therefore, after watching his daughter finally leave her mother's body, Don Quixote was very rude.  He grabbed one of his daughter's calves, cut the umbilical cord with psychic scissors, and took out the placenta from Qin's uterus. At this time, he gently patted little Mishra's buttocks, causing pain.  Under the stimulation, she let out her first cry since her birth. Although it was sharp and harsh, it sounded particularly pleasant to Don Quixote's ears. After all, this was his first truly biological daughter.  "Giggle~" "She is smiling at me," she cried a few times. Little Mishra, who was hanging upside down by Don Quixote, seemed to have become conscious, and actually opened his eyes and stared at Don Quixote.  , let out a giggle, and instinctively stretched out his pink little hand to touch this strange man. "Nonsense, it doesn't matter whose daughter it is," even though it has just been given birth, the monster's vitality is strong.  The injury on Xia Qin's lower body quickly repaired itself, and the excess dirty blood was directly decomposed by the body. Then she sat up with Kyle's help, "Let me hug you" (  To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster! ps: Dianniang introduced a rule at the end of last year. When a book is finished, readers who subscribe to more than 30% have the right to vote for a "completed book"  A recommendation vote for satisfaction. 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