Super Fantasy Big Bang

The fusion process lasted a total of five days. At the same time that Meng Ke completed the fusion, the golden moon also returned to calm, and a deep golden ring quietly surrounded the black moon.

Meng Ke opened his eyes, all kinds of complexity seemed to flow by in an instant.

He couldn't remember exactly what the final result of this personality battle was. This feeling was like a big dream, and he forgot everything.

But his strength has indeed received a terrifying improvement.

As far as the 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 personality of Meng Ke, but it solved the problem of extra copies and perfectly fused all the personalities together.

Meng Ke thought about it.

For him now, it is very difficult for the soul of the earthlings 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 people on earth.

And the billions of earth souls he stored in Mang Mountain suddenly became extremely tasteless.

"A split nailer is a good thing," murmured.

Having tasted the sweetness in this fusion, Meng Ke's sudden burst of improvement in strength was much faster than his normal cultivation speed.

The split nail gun is a containment object, which can perfectly replicate the things on Meng Ke whose information depth is lower than it, so Meng Ke doesn't 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 already the final result of fusing many personalities.

The side effects of splitting the nail gun on him have been much smaller, and it is very difficult to affect his personality in the future.

Thinking about it, Meng Ke put on the mask, and his body suddenly turned into a little girl.

He took the split nailer out of the shadows and aimed it at himself.

"click" "click" "click" "..."

As he continued to pull the trigger, one clone after another appeared from the void. The strength of each clone that appeared was comparable to that of Meng Ke now. All the clones tried their best to control their emotions and looked at Meng Ke calmly. Ke.

How could they who have the same memory not know about the method of improving strength that Meng Ke thought of just now?

Use a split nail gun to create a replica with the same strength as yourself, and then use kung fu to fuse all the replicas into one.

Such a speed of improvement must be very fast and extremely terrifying.

"You guys, do you know what I think?"

Meng Ke looked at this group of clones whose strength was similar to his own one by one.

I saw that although the emotions in the eyes of all the replicas were complicated, they were also extremely firm.

Personality is one, but because of all the memories of Meng Ke, all replicas have an almost obsessive firmness towards infinite eternity.

The split nail gun only magnifies and separates Meng Ke's personality, but because of the same memory, the obsession almost engraved in the soul will affect them to some extent.

Otherwise, the separation nail gun can only be deleted and reorganized from the memory in favor of a certain personality.

However, split nailers do not have this capability.

One by one, when Meng Ke looked at each other, all the replicas were connected to the spiritual thread. This is already a connection at the information level. Even the strong at the sixteenth stage still cannot detect the spiritual thread. The presence.

Thinking in another way, these duplicates can also figure out what Meng Ke would do when the duplicates were split off, frantically perceiving every part of the body.

If they perceive the spiritual thread, then they have a chance to live without being one with the body.

However, in the end, the clones still did not perceive any abnormality.

After letting go of his aura, several sighs came from the duplicate body.

"Ontology, you are the special ability brought by the spiritual thread that is more powerful than us, other than that, there is no difference between us..."

"I'm not reconciled! Why,

I'm actually a copy, why, even the contents can't copy the special ability of the main body! Why! Why am I not the body! "

"Meng Ke, if you dare to give me a month, what I can achieve must surpass that of a salty fish like you!"

"Damn it!!"

In the duplicate body, curses sounded one after another, and everyone gritted their teeth and looked at the indifferent main body.

"Perhaps." Nodding lightly, Meng Ke looked at the clone opposite him as if looking in a mirror.

Some are cowardly, some are furious, some are calm and rational, and all the clones can see a slight difference from Meng Ke on their faces, but they are all a hidden personality in Meng Ke's body.

After all the replicas complained, Meng Ke, the main body, began to activate the exercise that he re-modified and named "Vientiane Transformation One", pushing it to the extreme, and strange energies enveloped the replicas. body.

With the same level of cultivation as the main body, it is more than enough for them to break the energy covering themselves, but none of the replicas did 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's spiritual thread can also erase them in an instant and repair the injury of the body.

In the end, they still have to merge with the main body.

Therefore, doing so is actually hurting the interests of Meng Ke as a group. For them who will merge with the main body in the future, the gain outweighs the loss.

After thinking about it like this, a clone suddenly thought of it.

"Ontology, if the splitting nail gun can split into a different personality clone with the same strength as the main body, then why do you have to choose yourself?"

Meng Ke, who was merging, paused and looked at him suspiciously.

The duplicate smiled bitterly and said: "As the main body, even if you integrate our memory, it is difficult for you to experience this kind of helpless but undeniable despair, but for all your duplicates, this despair is real. Yes!"

"I don't know how much impact this will have on Meng Ke's fused personality in the future, but if all the clones are fused by you with this despair, I don't believe it, it won't have any impact!"

"So, you want me to fuse with others?" Meng Ke thought about it.

"I don't know what you think, or to split and fuse others, or to find a book that everyone can cultivate and support you alone, no matter what method you use, the body! Please, don't split yourself anymore personality!"

The clone roared, with a look of sadness and despair.

Meng Ke looked at him indifferently and fell silent for a while.

"Are you my despair..."

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