This universe is an almost perfect replica of the earth in 2015, including the establishment time of every landmark building, important figures of various countries, all historical events, and the development of global technology.
If it wasn't for knowing that this place and Meng Ke's earth were on different planets in the same universe, it would really make people wonder if they had traveled through time and went back to the past.
In a third-year high school classroom on this planet, a thin teenager stared out the window of the classroom in a daze. On his desk, a workbook was written and painted with all kinds of strange things.
At the age of the third year of high school, he didn't seem to have the tension that the third-year party should have.
In his mind, all kinds of strange fantasies kept appearing, and the wonderful plots emerged in an endless stream, whether he had seen it or had not seen it, and he imagined it, making people linger.
The teacher has long been taken aback by this. There are many people in this school who do not study like this, and a quiet one like a teenager is already the best kind.
In 2015, Meng Ke, who was in high school at this time, was facing the turning point of his life in the college entrance examination.
However, with more than a month before the college entrance examination, he has already made plans for himself in the future. Regardless of whether he can pass the test or not, he has already signed up for military recruitment online and has a more lofty goal.
In his opinion, even if he is hopeless, even if he goes to college for four years, what can he do when he comes out? These four years will only make him more decadent, and with this time, it is better to go to a place where he can exercise and seek an opportunity to change his life.
At this time, Meng Ke had given up the college entrance examination. What he wrote in his notebook was a story that he had already posted on the Internet. This kind of story is also called the Internet.
In this school, there are no students who don't watch the Internet, and this kind of atmosphere has started since junior high school when they used Nokia to forward e-books to each other. Until now, after watching it for so many years, Meng Ke, who is now completely bored and idle, starts to move. Pick up a pen.
It was a moment of enthusiasm, but the book came to the signing station at the first ten thousand words. Meng Ke's excitement was indescribable, and with this kind of excitement, Meng Ke has been incredible for this book now. of 500,000 words.
It's hard to believe that there will be newcomers willing to write 500,000 words with the encouragement of just one signing, and it is only at the 400,000th word that they realize that writing can still make money on the shelves...
But this is the truth.
Just outside the window of the high school classroom, Han Zuo hovered invisibly, constantly looking at the boy who was staring at him in a daze.
"Tianzun, find the target, what should we do next?"
Meng Ke, who was on Earth, saw this self as if he was in the third year of high school through sensory sharing.
"Kill him." Meng Ke said indifferently.
Han Zuo, who received the order, did not hesitate, and decisively began to mobilize the spiritual power in his body, and the invisible and invisible spiritual thorn instantly slammed into the figure in the classroom.
In the next second, the boy's eyes immediately collapsed and he was dazed, and his body was helplessly lying on the desk, his eyes widened, and there was no trace of anger.
There can only be one Meng Ke in the world, whether it is the future self or the past self, if two Meng Ke meet, there is absolutely no possibility of cooperation between the two. There is only suspicion and evaluation. If you can kill each other, the stronger one will be. One side will definitely do it.
Show no mercy.
Having wiped out Meng Ke's soul in high school, Han Zuo didn't stop there. A flame appeared out of nowhere, instantly burning Meng Ke's body to ashes, causing screams of terror in the classroom.
After doing this, Han Zuo took out the black iron box from the space rucksack.
The figure appeared out of thin air in mid-air, and immediately attracted the eyes of everyone in the classroom who screamed.
But before they could take out their mobile phones to take pictures, countless soul consciousnesses flew out of the black iron box, flying around in a chaotic manner, looking for their host.
Every black iron box is connected to Mangshan.
Meng Ke no longer needs to absorb the souls of ordinary people to enhance his strength. These souls stay here, and they are more for the emperor to use for reincarnation.
But when she really reincarnates all these souls, it will take hundreds or thousands of years.
Because of the change in the plan, these souls have now become the panels for Xuannv to write the consciousness. After cleaning, it is like a blank sheet of paper, and Xuannv doodles at will. Whatever consciousness you want to write, you can write whatever consciousness you want. Body, it's hard to tell if it's true or false.
Hundreds of millions of souls are enough for Meng Ke to change the world and completely transform the current world in 2015 into a containment base for Meng Ke.
It can be seen that there are endless souls rushing out of the black iron box, spreading to the entire city in the sky.
Every consciousness here is written by Xuannu, all of them constitute a perfect world view, each consciousness is a top fighter, proficient in all spells and combat skills.
"Tianzun, what to do with those souls in the main god space?" Xuannv asked suddenly.
At the beginning, because the number of souls had no effect on Meng Ke's cultivation, in order to enhance the quality of souls, Meng Ke established the main god space and pulled these souls into it.
Every soul here has survived countless hellish scenes, and the firmness of consciousness is incomparable to the consciousness body temporarily written by Xuannv.
After countless years of experience, everyone who is still alive here is a giant in the real world. Even if there is no cultivation base, they are not afraid. They are still the top existences among human beings, with peerless powerhouses. consciousness.
There are hundreds of such consciousnesses, and it is very difficult to kill them in the main god space as long as it is not a scene of ten deaths and no life.
It's just that the only flaw of these consciousnesses is that they will not follow Meng Ke's orders, and they are too autonomous.
But if this wiped out their consciousness, it would be a pity to waste a little bit.
and,
With Meng Ke's strength up to now, he no longer needs to rely on devouring the consciousness of these people to enhance his spiritual awareness.
The souls of these people are completely useless to him.
Thoughtful for a while.
Meng Ke said:
"Xuannv, design the last scene world."
"Tianzun, do you want to release them?"
"Yes." Meng Ke nodded, looking at the dark area not far away.
"The depth of information of the spiritual thread is the most invisible in all the containment I have seen so far. If all the supernatural things in this world are derived from my abilities, then that is to say, the supernatural things in this world are derivatives of my abilities. That's it, so... the god of space seems to think a little too simple."