The fusion process lasted for a total of five days. At the same time that Meng Ke's fusion was completed, the golden moon also returned to calm, and a deep golden ring quietly surrounded the black moon's periphery.
Meng Ke opened his eyes, and all the complexities seemed to flow by in an instant.
He couldn't remember the final result of this personality battle. It felt like a big dream and he had forgotten everything.
But his strength has indeed been a terrifying upgrade.
As far as the main body is concerned, the combat power of the sixteenth stage is enough to hold the entire earth in its hands.
This fusion did not kill the split Mengke's personality, but it solved the problem of the extra copies and perfectly integrated all the personalities.
Meng Ke was thoughtful.
For the current him, the soul of the earthlings has been difficult to play any role in his strength growth.
Even if he absorbs the energy in the void for cultivation, the speed is countless times faster than the cultivation speed of absorbing the souls of earth people.
And the billions of earth souls he stored in Mangshan suddenly became incomparably tasteless.
"Splitting nail guns are a good thing," murmured.
Having tasted the sweetness in this fusion, Meng Ke's instantaneous increase in strength is much faster than his normal cultivation speed.
The split nail gun is a containment object, which can perfectly replicate the information depth of Meng Ke's body is lower than it, so Meng Ke does not have to worry that he will not be able to control these imperfect replicas.
His trump card made all the clones helpless, and Meng Ke's personality at this time was the final result of the fusion of many personalities.
The side effects of the split nail gun on him have been much smaller, and it is very difficult to think about his personality after that.
Thinking about it, Meng Ke put on the mask, and the body suddenly turned into the appearance of a little girl.
He took the split nail gun out of the shadows and aimed at himself.
"click" "click" "click" "... "
As he kept pulling the trigger, clones appeared one after another from the void. The strength of each clone that appeared was comparable to the current Meng Ke. All clones tried their best to control their emotions and looked at Meng Ke calmly. Ko.
Meng Ke just thought of the method to improve his strength, how could they who have the same memory not know
Use the split nail gun to create a replica with the same strength as yourself, and then use the exercises to fuse all the replicas into one.
This speed of improvement must be very fast and extremely terrifying.
"You guys, do you know what I think?"
Meng Ke's eyes looked at this group of clones with similar strength to himself.
I saw that although the emotions in the eyes of all the replicas were complicated, they were also very firm.
Personality is one kind, but because of all Meng Ke's memories, all replicas have an almost obsession-like firmness towards infinite eternity.
Splitting the nail gun just amplifies and separates one of Meng Ke's personalities. However, because of the same memory, the obsessions that are almost engraved into the soul will affect them to some extent.
Otherwise, the separation nail gun can only be deleted and reorganized from memory biased towards a certain personality.
However, the split nail gun does not have this ability.
One by one, Meng Ke's eyes met, and all the clones were connected to the spiritual thread. This is already a connection at the information level. Even the powerhouses of the sixteenth stage still cannot detect the spiritual thread. The presence.
Thinking from another perspective, these replicas can also infer what Meng Ke will do in the first place after the split, and frantically perceive every part of the body.
If they perceive the spiritual thread, then they have a chance to live without being at one with the essence.
However, as a result, the replicas still did not perceive any abnormal existence.
Putting down the aura, several sighs came from the clone.
"Ontology, you are the special ability brought by the spiritual thread is stronger than us, other than that, we have no difference..."
"I'm not reconciled! Why, I am actually a clone, why, even the containment can't replicate the special ability of the main body! Why! Why am I not the main body!"
"Meng Ke, if you dare to give me a month, what I can achieve will definitely surpass your salted fish!"
"Damn it!!"
In the clone, cursing sounded one after another, and everyone gritted their teeth and looked at the indifferent body.
"Maybe." Nodding lightly, Meng Ke looked at the replica opposite him as if he was looking in a mirror.
Some are cowardly, some are furious, some are calm and rational, all the clones can see the slightest difference from Meng Ke's face, but they are all hidden personalities in Meng Ke's body.
After all the clones complained, the main body, Meng Ke, started the exercise that he re-modified and named "Wanxiang Huayi", and pushed it to the extreme. Strange energy shrouded the clone's body. body.
With the same cultivation base as the original body, it is more than enough for them to destroy the energy that enveloped them, but none of the clones do so.
They can shatter this power in an instant, causing the body to be backlashed, but they also know that the special ability brought by the body with the spiritual thread can also erase them in an instant and repair the body's injury.
In the end, they still have to merge with the ontology.
Therefore, doing this is actually hurting the collective interests of Meng Ke, and for them who will merge with the body in the future, the gain outweighs the loss.
After thinking about it like this, a clone suddenly thought of it.
"Ontology, if the split nail gun can split into a different personality clone with the same strength as the original, why do you have to choose yourself?"
Meng Ke, who was merging, looked at him with doubtful eyes.
The replica said with a wry smile: "As the main body, even if you integrate our memories, it is difficult for you to experience this helpless but undeniable despair, but for all your replicas, this despair is a real existence. Yes!"
"I don't know how much impact this will have on Meng Ke's fusion personality in the future, but if all the clones are fused by you with this desperation, I don't believe it, it won't have any effect!"
"So, you want me to integrate with others?" Meng Ke said thoughtfully.
"I don't know what you think, either to split and integrate others, or to find a practice method that everyone can cultivate and support you, no matter what practice method you use, the main body! Please, stop splitting yourself. personality!"
The clone roared with a look of grief and despair.
Meng Ke looked at him indifferently and was silent for a while.
"Are you my despair..."