In the official community about security review, the jester was unable to maintain his true body under the mental torture of Jiang Xueming, and once again cleaved into a small and weak clone. Its spherical body first expanded and cracked, and then the little snake that turned into a TV head ran around and fled.

Xue Ming threw away the deformed and cracked torture instruments in his hand, and a tower made of decaying steel rods and iron sheets had already piled up behind him. They were all weapons he had found from all over the cell.

He couldn't feel tired, and waved his stick thousands of times in a row. Except for the feeling of soreness and swelling on his arms, the soft body of this electronic ghost is not tired, he doesn't need to eat and drink water, and even his heartbeat is so stable.

Similarly, in this cyberspace that blurs life and death, it should be impossible to kill these monsters with only these broken copper and iron.

He had no choice but to watch the snake monsters slip away. They quickly slid into the door openings of the torture room, fleeing deeper from the sewer pipes and vents, as if they had given up on this review community.

The jester's mental state was almost broken, and it was greatly frightened.

Originally, when this anonymous warrior came to the Pure Land, the equipment used was encrypted layer by layer. He knew nothing about Jiang Xueming and could only force the other party to play a Q&A game through soul attacks, and gather useful information to break through the enemy's mental defense.

But in the competition of mental power, it was almost crushed by the powerful spiritual pressure.

The torture room of Kanto City can't stay for a second. The arsenal in the real world has been paralyzed. There is education work on classic humans, and it can be temporarily put down. So the jester immediately lets off his feet.

Before leaving here, it still didn't understand, didn't understand, and was completely unsure of how powerful Jiang Xueming's elemental structure was.

When it launched a soul attack, the two spiritual essences confronted each other head-on. At that moment, it had an illusion, as if it had opened a sonar detector in the bottomless dark ocean.

From the reflected waveform of the radar, it seemed to see a hideous giant monster and a statue of a god sleeping thousands of feet high under the sea.

It was almost in a state of complete madness, wishing to poke its own eyes blinded. The intense uneasiness made it fragile. The wail of the dead soul came from Jiang Xueming's right arm and from the colorless and transparent ven core, and all this made it almost unable to hear any sound.

Send him somewhere else! Send him somewhere else!

Never let him find me! He wants to escape!

This is the last thought of the jester. Colonel Tom is a genotype of the falcon. Different versions of the falcon form the jester's thinking model. This polymer that has undergone several fusions and distortions cannot be confronted with Jiang Xueming at all.

The instructors of the Fenfeng Division had never seen the power of the Anonymous, and had never witnessed the Anonymous' great military achievements with their own eyes.

In the heart of the jester, everything in the Mad Butterfly Holy Sect is terrifying, bizarre and sad. Hundreds of major questions have been derived to form its question bank. The correction and torture of human thinking is based on this system of spiritual attacks.

Including the concept of love, values, life and death, social disciplines, morality and good customs, etc., endless torture will destroy the spiritual world of ordinary people. When people begin to protect themselves, they are forced to choose - such as trains coming to save one or five, which are commonplace.

But for Xue Ming, this kind of question cannot be difficult for him.

Any horrible content about human flesh trading has a strong mind that specializes in dealing with fallacies.

If the Anonymous King of War could lose his fighting will by just opening his mouth, Xue Ming would not be able to survive the six years of fighting everywhere.

So in the eyes of the jester, this anonymous warrior is not like a normal Homo sapiens, and Jiang Xueming is more like a monster. This monster is more curious and terrifying than the Vita brand products recorded in various modules and various experiences, and almost violates the laws of Shinto City.

In the duel environment constructed by [returnpring·一天天天], the jester was defeated and had no strength to fight back. It fled to the zero community in other cities. Only by destroying its hard servo can it be completely killed.

At this moment, it left this big trouble to Heimu Qianshou. I hope that the female Bodhisattva in the bank can subdue this monster and can identify Jiang Xueming's true body through elemental analysis, module splitting and other operations.

When the snake monster ran away, Xue Ming began to explore the torture room.

The building is divided into three floors, with more than 300 single VIP rooms. In a dark and light-free environment, he walked to a prison door and looked in through the observation window, and there was a faint light source.

There was a child in the room, about eight years old, a boy.

The light source comes from the TV set in front of this child. The model of the TV is the same as the jester's head, and it is marked with Toshiba's comprehensive electronic appliances. I think these children are No Naka and Yu Guang, and there are many thinking models of the terrorist rangers.

If they want to accept the brainwashing of Instructor Tom, soldiers with problems in their minds must be locked in the torture room and answered questions repeatedly, and re-corrected the basic rational logic of the electronic brain.

With the falcon retreating, the scene on the TV also turned snow-white. Xueming walked forward, and the children held in the sixteen prison cells on the left side of the torture room were different, wearing hospital gowns.

Some thinking models also recovered part of their consciousness. When they faced Xue Ming's eyes, they immediately began to scream in horror - as if they were recalling their experiences during their lifetime.

During the security combat mission in Kanto City, these children manipulated Yi Si and died in Xue Ming's hands again and again

Until they experience mental trauma that cannot heal in a short period of time and develop hysterical madness in the bliss space, some people will be sent to the healing department for cultivation, some people will undergo surgery, delete data like the frontal lobe removal, and need to be put into the combat thinking model again, so they have to be sent to the torture room to forcefully correct their personality.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Xue Ming ignored these electronic ghosts. He never regarded these toddlers as humans.

——They look like children, but most thinking models have lived for more than half a century through copy and paste.

These weird electronic ghosts are mentally fragile in the Pure Land. At this moment, they seem to be weak and weak, but they only need to cooperate with drug treatment and thinking correction. In a short while, they will change their appearance and become soldiers who are neatly gun-killing in the real world.

Xue Ming did nothing, and thought about it carefully, suddenly feeling a little ridiculous.

For the ghosts of the Pure Land, the Yishe in the real world is their game characters, and they can be resurrected through various arsenals and the Yishe assembly workshop, which is contrary to the electronic games in the mundane world.

For these electronic ghosts, the Pure Land is their real hometown. The physical body produced in Shinto City is like a game character purchased for virtual currency.

Continue walking along the way, Xueming came to the exit of the torture room.

It was a very simple rolling gate, just like a large warehouse being converted into a prison.

He could not find water and electricity lines and gates in this community, nor could he do other operations in this community, and had no authority to close the jester's amusement park, so he opened the gates and wanted to leave here.

The moment he stepped out of the official community, his body lightened and his nose smelled the strong fragrance of flowers. He took two more steps forward, and the strong light made him unable to open his eyes. Looking back, there was nothing behind him, and the jester's torture room disappeared out of thin air, as if it had never existed.

The touch from the soles of the shoes was more like stepping on the soft mud, which made him wonder - where did he run to? How can he escape from this strange cyberspace?

He thought about a lot of things, and for a moment he became fragile.

What if I can't get out in this life?

My wife and children are still waiting for him

But Xue Ming quickly felt relieved because many unknown plots were the same. There were countless senior passengers, countless VIPs, and countless seniors who could not reach the dangerous land even if the railway was in danger. Maybe they just took one more step forward and could never come back.

Hope b's blessing, hope that fate favors the hero's iron law, it will still be effective in this ghost place

As he thought so in his heart, the scenery in front of him gradually became clearer.

The illusion light spreading everywhere slowly dimmed, and the mountains in the distance were undulating, and mosses climbed onto the rocky hillsides. The mountains connected the sky and the earth.

He was at this time in front of Toriyama Gate in a temple. On both sides of the road were layered with giant trees, these fir trees were almost more than 80 meters high. Xue Ming knew that this species was all ancient trees that could live for more than 3,000 years.

There was a smell of earth in the air, and humid and warm water vapor poured into the nasal cavity, carrying the pollen fragrance of wild flowers on both sides of the road. Looking forward, a steep ladder with a nearly 100-meter-long terrain spread forward, throwing scattered sunlight from the cracks of the leaves, turning into ten thousand stars on the steps.

The strong light that covered his eyes just now should be the phantom sun that shot straight from the mountains behind him.

Xueming turned around and looked carefully. After walking about fifty meters to the foot of the mountain, there were gulls rising and falling, flying low on the beach covered with white sand, climbing onto the old branches of the fir trees, and flying to the shallow sea fishing boats.

There is no road behind me, only a sea with invisible ends, and two artificial islands far away, in the shape of Haitang Bay and Akita Island.

On both sides of the ramp in front of you, Tori's archway hung in strings of blessing wooden strips, like plump wheat ears hanging from the benches in the pavilion.

Next to the stone chair are two solemn and dignified statues of gods, one is the Thunder God and the other is the Wind God.

In the neighborhood brochure of Shindo City, Xue Ming has seen these two gods-

——They are the north wind and the storm, divided into the images of samurai and ninja, and can control rain, dew and wind and clouds.

Looking forward from Torii, huge statues of gods were built on the emerald green mountains, and a lifelike female Bodhisattva lying across the temple as tall as fir trees.

That is the Black-eyed Thousand Hands, and it is also the reinforcements invited by the jester.

Like the free sitting Dharma body seen by meteors, it is a collection of images of the seven blessing gods, holding a precious carp in his arms, wearing hunting clothes, carrying a pipa, and carrying a huge figure of a white crane standing beside him.

She lies across the temple. Even if Xue Ming is a hundred meters away from this female Bodhisattva, she can see her lying on the ground. The pagoda in front of her is the landmark of the temple.

Torii's Road Quotation states the name of the temple - called Kanto Lingtai Fukuyama Temple.

Xue Ming thought to himself, it seems that he will not be able to get out of this place if he doesn't pass the level.

He called the ven mechanism again, opened hud and knocked hard at the wake-up service a few times, but there was no reaction at all. He couldn't wake up - so he thought to himself that unless he was afraid of these gods, he would drive him out of this paradise.

Walk along the way and climb up the stone steps of the mountain road.

At first, Xue Ming didn't feel anything abnormal, but his inspiration was still keen. When observing the fir trees and mountains everywhere, he would still be amazed. These environmental landscapes could almost be fake and real. If it weren't for awakening the index page of the ven mechanism to remind him all the time and tell him the fact that he was in an illusion - he would probably really think he was in an unknown mountainous area in Japan.

Later, as he walked, he began to find something was wrong

After climbing up to ten steps, he felt that his mind was not very smart and his body was out of control. So he immediately stopped alert and crouched on the spot.

After waiting for half a minute, the birds were singing and the flowers were fragrant everywhere, and the waves were calm. Only the temples in the distance were heard, and the sounds of the dead leaves were heard, and the sounds of the beasts, snakes and insects in the mountains touched the dead leaves.

Xue Ming instinctively took a step back, and when he came and went, Lu looked down, but his face changed drastically and his pupils were shocked.

——Why are the shoes getting bigger?

He was surprised to find that he had worn shoes that had been wearing more than a thousand days and nights on weekdays, but now he had a whole circle. No wonder his steps were loose and his body was unbalanced.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! He reached out to touch the wide upper of the shoe, and saw the wrinkled cuffs of the white shirt hanging from his fingertips, covering his entire hand.

——Why did the clothes get bigger?

He finally came to his senses and woke up from his shock. He realized that not only his shoes, shirts, overalls, but also all his clothes had become bigger!

"No! It's not getting bigger!"

Xue Ming covered his face, but couldn't touch any beard. The fleshy palms stretched out from the cuffs looked smooth and white, and even the knuckles became pink and tender.

"I'm getting smaller! I'm getting smaller?!"

Without a mirror as a reference, he had no idea what had changed in this soft body.

Is there any problem with this path? Is it the soul power attack of the Black Eye Qianshou?

What exactly happened?!

He could touch the hair on his head, which was different from the clean and neat buzz cuts in the past. His originally thick, hard and dark hair also became soft, like the slender and smooth hair of a child.

The clothes looked loose when worn on this weak body. He couldn't stretch his hands and feet, so naturally his hands and feet were out of control. It seemed like he was packed in a cloth bag.

While packing up the messy shoelaces, Xue Ming's eyes changed, and then he saw the footprints on the ten stone platforms.
To be continued...