The world unfolded in Chen Ang's eyes, and the breeze that breeze touched the skin, the slightest reaction of the cold steel under his feet, the sound of electric current jumping in his ears, everything was real and perfect.

Standing opposite Chen Ang, there was another "Chen Ang" in front of the land king. Just like a mirror, Chen Ang took a step forward with a smile, and suddenly his body flowed like water waves. His face twisted, and when it appeared again, it was Professor X.

"Are you surprised?" What came out of Professor X's mouth was Magneto's voice.

Professor X got up from the wheelchair and said with a crazy smile: "Humans are such a fragile thing, do you believe it? They rely on their feelings to recognize and observe the world. This true cognition is so fragile, and their thoughts, personalities, cognition and everything in their personality depend on this fragile, ridiculous, wrong sensory perception!"

"The shaping of a person's inner existence is the information he receives, and the source of this information is limited to human senses. We understand the world and shape personality is gradually completed from the information we see and hear. In turn, information can shape people, and naturally destroy a person, as long as he is smart enough!" Chen Ang smiled.

"You are a smart person, so you are an illusion master, not a five sense manipulator."

"You are right!" Jason said wildly: "I am the master of illusion, I am the master of psychotherapy, I shape those people into what I want to see, I am their master!"

He withdrew his trembling hands and looked at Chen Ang and said, "You are a unique person. Among all the people I have met, you are the only one who uses these strange things to perceive this world."

Jason disguised as a professor sighed: "I think you should know me, you should know me. My father, ha! He is also a fool. He tried to shape me into a weapon to control me, but there is a problem, who created his extremes, his madness, his ridiculous thoughts?"

"It's you!" Chen Ang said calmly: "Of course it's you, his madness and anxiety, his hatred and extremes, he is your most successful work, you must be very satisfied, because you did not manipulate a person, but created a personality and shaped a person, his hatred and love, his persistence and dreams, this feeling must be very good!"

"It's so wonderful. His madness, he is incompatible with the world, and his complex feelings towards me, such a contradictory and great existence! Talent is the most beautiful work of art, great, despicable, infatuated, and unforgettable things. This was originally the work of God, and now, another great artist, he is involved in this process of shaping." Jason's voice suddenly became low.

"He is my father, he gave me life, he created me! I am his father, I recreated him, what a wonderful cycle." Jason looked at his hands in a daze, and he waved his hand to grab the sun, shouting, "I am the sun!"

Chen Ang saw the sun in the sky melting and setting, blending with Professor X, disguised by Jason, becoming a person with no face and no outline.

"It seems real and illusion, it is both false and real, the brain in the tank is the master of illusion."

Chen Ang sighed: "I thought you were a scientist, but I didn't expect you to be an artist."

Chen Ang was a little disappointed. Although Jason really developed his abilities in depth, it seemed completely different from his expectations. Chen Ang hoped that Jason was a calm, objective psychologist and a criminal master who manipulated human nature. Through the study of human hearts and human nature, he destroyed and reshaped people with his senses.

Unfortunately, he only saw one madman who treated superpowers as poisons. He took madness and madness for granted, just like psychotropic drugs, using his own abilities roughly. He did not explore the mysteries of the human brain, and deeply explored the human hearts that Chen Ang was obsessed with, but used madness and chaos to infect others.

Therefore, people cannot play art. Once they engage in art, they will become useless. At least half of them will be crazy. Once they trace back to philosophy, they will be crazy!

"Jason, your opinion is very interesting, but unfortunately..." Chen Ang said lightly: "If it's just that, it's okay to call the Phantom Clown. You are not worthy of the name of the Phantom Master!"

Jason's voice fell silent, and the sunlight in the air suddenly became gloomy. A hoarse voice echoed in the air, "I thought you could appreciate my art. Now it seems that you are only worthy of being my art!" The light disappeared into the world bit by bit, and sulfur and flames began to burn this space.

Chen Ang raised his head, his eyes calmed like a deep blue ocean. Around him, countless crazy, bloody, and cruel darkness and horror that hit the deepest part of people's hearts were ignored by him.

The scorching lava, endless abyss, pain, wailing, everything is like real terror, but it cannot cause Chen Ang to react at all. He can still control his body and behavior. It seems that everything does not exist in his eyes. He firmly goes in one direction.

Jason's voice suddenly came, with a hint of madness and surprise, "How did you overcome your subconscious?"

Human consciousness is not enough to control the body. Most of the activities are accomplished by the subconscious. Even if you realize that this is an hallucination, your subconscious will still be deceived. If you feel pain, you will shrink your hands and feel stimulation. This will not even be controlled by the consciousness. If you are burned by the flames, you will feel the heat and pain. The subconscious will feel the body is injured and breathing is difficult.

This is the instinctive reaction of the human body, not that it is not controlled by consciousness. Now Chen Ang waded through the magma, stepped into the sky, and allowed the world to change, but his body did not react at all, which was not normal.

"I don't have a subconscious mind!" Chen Ang said with a smile.

"Impossible? It's impossible for humans to have no subconscious!" Jason's voice was rarely filled with anxiety. He could accept death, but could not accept his own failure. Once he was immersed in it, he could no longer accept his psychologically, the feeling of being powerless in the past.

"There is nothing impossible. Once your consciousness can control your body, control your breathing, reactions, process those complex information, and even control those cumbersome biological instincts, is there any need for the subconscious to exist?" Chen Ang smiled and said: "Human psychology is very interesting, there are some ideological things and subconscious information, which are very exciting."

Chen Ang waved his hand gently and the world fell into darkness again.

"How is this possible? How do you control this world?" Jason was completely surprised, like a child who was broken into his forbidden zone, looking at his secret base, being invaded by an adult, realizing that his territory was violated, and fantasizing about the helplessness and fear of being trampled on.

Chen Ang was unintentionally taking care of Jason's fragile heart. He put the world into darkness. When it lit up again, he had already stood on the Iron Throne again and came to Jason. In reality, Jason was just a pale and thin young man. He looked at Chen Ang with a pale face and trembling.

Chen Ang took a step forward and came to him. Jason stood unsteadily and fell to the ground.

"In the subconscious mind of humans, there is a collection of concepts, what is the concept composed of?" Chen Ang looked at Jason and smiled: "It is some attributes, weight, color, shape, smell, touch, texture that humans feel. These things constitute a concept. As for the reality represented by that concept, it is even more huge. There will always be huge truths in places we cannot see, in the real world."

"After saying so much, there is only one meaning, that is, our concept of things and our understanding of them is just a real aspect. It is obvious that, Jason, you view controls my brain, but in the field of the brain, you are still far from it. You can only use your concept to describe my world."

Chen Ang gently tapped Jason's head and smiled: "Now, let's take a look at the world in my eyes, my understanding and concept of the world!"

"Ahhhhhhh!" Jason felt a sharp pain in his head, and countless complex and complex information poured into his mind. He saw the world unfolding infinitely, warped gravitational folds, and distorted space, spreading throughout the world. He saw the earth condensed in a small point, expanding infinitely, and every inch of space was in that point, and everywhere.

Chen Ang took him and stepped into that point. They appeared in front of Stryker, took off his hat, they appeared in front of Magneto, leaving a piece of iron on the plastic, they appeared in front of the professor, and the professor nodded gently to Chen Ang, they were in the White House, at the pyramid, at the Great Wall, at the Red Square, at the Eiffel Tower, at the Colosseum.

At the same time, at countless places, Chen Ang unfolded the entire spatial dimension, and appeared in countless places at the same time with Jason. At the same time, these places collapsed into a small dot. The next moment, they had returned to the Iron Throne.

This place has long changed, with countless magical and indescribable existences spreading every inch of space. Jason could see waves, filling the space beside him, a special will, fighting with Chen Ang's will in this ubiquitous fluctuation, and he saw countless information carried by the fluctuation.
Chapter completed!