At the same time as the red sword qi was activated, the entire dream space also trembled.

Dreams are the space where consciousness is constructed, the material that constitutes the space is memory, and the spiritual energy of the consciousness body is the support of this space. Consciousness is the master of dreams, and everything in dreams is created by consciousness. Nothing in a dream can hurt consciousness, just as nothing in the real world can hurt the Creator.

The only way to hurt the consciousness is to fight the spirit with the spirit and weaken the spiritual power of the other party. This is a confrontation in strength, the strong are the strong, the weak are the weak, and there is no room for falsehood.

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

Aoki also knew that Zhao Pengcheng was hiding, because the spiritual power of the other party directly felt from the dream was not strong, but since he could disguise himself in front of Aoki during the interrogation, it showed that he had strong strength. But Aoki is not afraid of him, the strength of his mental power can be known at a touch, and now he is in Zhao Pengcheng's dream, he is an intruder, occupying the initiative, no matter what method Zhao Pengcheng uses, unless he can defeat him with one blow, he can at least 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 covert attack method.

He controls the size of the space in the dream, maintaining it in a small range so that it does not consume too much mental energy, and in the event of an accident, he also has time to let the dream collapse to protect his consciousness.

He concentrated the remaining mental power, little by little, on the virtual scalpel in his hand. Now this knife is no longer a knife, but an incomparably sharp spiritual qi that can ignore all obstacles and pierce the source of the spirit.

When the spiritual power of ordinary people encounters such a knife, the consciousness body is likely to dissipate directly. Even if it is stronger, the spiritual power will inevitably be greatly weakened. Even if the opponent is a little stronger than himself, in the absence of defense, this kind of concentrated sharp mental stimulation like a knife is difficult to defend, once the opponent is injured, he will take the initiative in the next battle.

The sword aura was fierce, like fire and ice, and it roared with the power to tear through space.

Because Zhao Pengcheng used most of his spiritual power to attack, the spiritual power to maintain the dream space was very small, and the power of this knife was extremely large, which made the space tremble for a while, and there was a faint tendency to collapse. Once the space collapses, even if this knife hurts the other party, it will inevitably hurt himself.

But Zhao Pengcheng didn't care, he was determined to win, he must hit with one blow, not knock the opponent down, but also cause enough damage. Otherwise, with such a person, he doesn't know what the consequences will be.

The sword stabbed Aoki's body with a stab. However, this fierce spiritual aura suddenly disappeared without a trace like a mud cow into the sea.

Zhao Pengcheng didn't know what method Aoki used to catch his knife. It's so weird! No matter how powerful the consciousness is, there will always be a little reaction when two spiritual forces collide, just like a meteorite is small, but it will always hit the earth with a little spark, causing a little damage, and it can smash a pit at the worst. Unless the other party's spiritual power is only incredibly strong, compared to him, he is really like a catkins falling on Daze, and he can't be shocked at all.

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

But the conscious body does not faint, and the feeling of fainting indicates that his mental power is dissipating, and he can no longer support this space and the creatures in it, including his own image.

It stands to reason that the dream space will collapse at this time, but he waited for a long time and did not exit the dream world, this crumbling space seems to be supported by something, including everything in the space. He felt a powerful force envelop his body, preventing him from falling apart, nor at the same time, unable to move, let alone withdraw from the dream.

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

"Who the hell are you?" In the face of the strong strength comparison, Zhao Pengcheng was a little scared.

He began to hate the human body, the highest creature on the planet that was so physiologically complex that it could 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., because of the need to survive and reproduce, just as the sages of mankind said - food and color, sex also. But he could not tolerate and understand other unnecessary emotions, and among them was fear.

Fear makes people timid, which may improve the chances of survival, but a timid style also makes people lose more opportunities. Individually, timid people have a better chance of survival, but a much smaller chance of success. In terms of groups, humanity has cautiously survived due to fear, but it has also slowed down the pace of moving to a higher level of civilization.

"I'm Aoki." Aoki was so brief every time he answered someone's question, and he never hid it.

Zhao Pengcheng looked at Aoki, tried his best to suppress the fear in his heart, and said, "With your powerful consciousness power, you can directly rummage through my memories, so why bother to ask me." ”

"Do you want a disk scan? I'm not an antivirus, I don't have a virus database, and I don't know which information I need after scanning. What's more, if I scan them all, it will be equivalent to receiving all your memories, and my brain ......"

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

“…… My brain has a limited capacity and can't store that much. ”

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

Aoki thought for a moment and asked, "How did you get in touch?" ”

"We?"

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

"Phone, email, WeChat...... Anyway, we will use whatever communication you use. ”

"No, it can't be." Aoki said, "Although the consciousness itself does not carry any memories, you are just parasitic in the human body and inherit the memories of human beings, but you must have some special methods of communication and information transmission, otherwise you will not know who you are, you will not be able to form an organization, and you will not think of concealing your identity and covering up the existence of the gray brain virus." None of these things are in your memory, so you can be confident and bold enough to let me retrieve your memories myself. So, tell me, how do you get in touch with each other? ”

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