Wang Ling knew that everything before him began with Bai Zhe's revenge on himself. Back then, he eliminated Bai Zhe from all world lines and timelines, completely erasing his existence. But now the solution he would face was unexpected.
Amazingly similar to before.
If the method of complete destruction is really replicated, then the more than 1.7 million death talismans in Wang Ling's hands may not be enough. The world line and timeline are a huge volume.
As an independent individual, the number of each person allocated in the parallel space ranges from tens of millions to hundreds of millions.
In the normal process of a person, whenever you are entangled with something or encounter some difficult-to-decision issues, a new world line and timeline will be split.
Over time, these divided world lines and timelines will become more and more numerous through the accumulation of time.
It can be said that there are truly three things in life, and three things give rise to all things...
Let’s use an analogy.
Today, a certain author was debating whether to update 2,000 words or 20,000 words.
This author has already split a new world line and added himself in a parallel space.
Then the split author will also think and make decisions in the subsequent growth process, thus achieving split again...
So according to this theory, the most terrifying thing is those who have "difficulty choosing". Because they have too many choices and are often unable to make a decision, they will split into countless individuals at once, until the last person has
There may be hundreds of millions or even billions of parallel spaces.
The number of parallel spaces that Wang Ming possesses may be even worse than this.
"Brain deduction" allows Wang Ming to regularly explore various options, and finally arrive at the optimal choice through brain calculations. In fact, this process is also a process that intensifies the splitting of parallel spaces.
Therefore, if we want to completely erase Wang Ming from this universe, destroy the parasitic mother body in his body, and then resurrect Wang Ming in all parallel spaces.
Wang Ling estimated that he would need to prepare at least 10 billion death talismans on hand.
However, even if we work overtime to make a death talisman of this magnitude... I am afraid it will be difficult to achieve it in a short period of time.
So, what should we do?
But now, in order to ensure that the thought plague can be completely eliminated, this seems to be the only way.
"This is a defeat destined to fail. You can't win against Lord Sotos and Mr. Bai."
At this moment, No. 003 suddenly let out a burst of sarcastic laughter: "Human beings are creatures with complex emotions. If you can't let go of your emotions, you will never become stronger..."
emotion?
These words awakened Wang Ling.
Originally he thought he was a creature without emotions.
He has never shown too many emotional fluctuations in anything.
But now, just now, he was still thinking about whether there were any other alternative solutions.
So, is he also an emotional person?
In the Sword Spirit Space, Wang Ling sat down cross-legged and looked a little distracted, staring quietly at the thought plaguers suppressed in his palms.
"Wang Ling...what happened to him?" Sun Rong saw Wang Ling's confusion at this time.
According to the notes in her notebook, when Wang Ling stares at something in a daze, it usually means he is "confused" about something, just like Wang Ling often struggles with his own questions during exams.
The average score should be the same as how many points you bet on.
"It's okay, it's just the normal reverie of a middle school boy." Wang Ying sighed: "There are not enough death talismans now. If Brother Ming is completely wiped out, the risk of being spread by the thought plague may be eliminated. But Mr. Ming will not be able to
Exist again.”
"Is there no other way?" Sun Rong asked.
"We can only wait and see. If Mr. Ming has the ability to regain control of his body, it will not be so troublesome." Wang Ying said: "But the opponent is the ancestor Wu Xin, such an eternal powerhouse who relies on his brain power.
Even though he is injured, it may not be easy for Mr. Ming to contend with him."
Death Tiandao frowned and said: "But this matter cannot be delayed any longer. Now we are racing against time. The longer it is delayed, the wider the scope of the spread of the Thought Plague will be."
"There will always be a way."
Wang Ying spread his hands and said helplessly: "If it doesn't work out, I have no choice but to surrender to Mr. Ming. Even if I can't keep all the Mr. Ming in the parallel space, at least I can save a small part of them..."
…
Deep in the spiritual space, there is a sea that has been ravaged by storms. The shocking waves are beating an ancient ghost ship ups and downs in the waves.
It had completely lost its course and was drifting with the current on this ocean full of murderous intentions and storms. As the cabin continued to shake, Wang Ming's consciousness gradually woke up.
"Damn..." He rubbed his head with a headache, and then he hit the wooden wall of the cabin due to severe imbalance. The heavy rain poured in, soaking all his clothes.
Wang Ming knew that the control of his body no longer belonged to him. At the same time, he did not expect that the virus planted by the ancestor Wuxin in cooperation with the thought plague would be so arrogant.
He grabbed the mast and wandered on the rough sea for an unknown amount of time until the sea finally calmed down.
"We have to find a way to regain control." Wang Ming whispered silently, but he hadn't given up thinking yet.
The last time he was trapped in the spiritual space was during the journey to the Beast King's ruins. He and the Ghost Head Sword fell into the spiritual space together, and then used the scraps floating on the surface of the spiritual ocean to piece together a part of
The mecha suppressed the Ghost Head Saber and successfully escaped.
When it comes to escape operations, Wang Ming is already very familiar with them.
But obviously, this time the escape is more difficult than the last time.
The storm dissipated, and the sea was filled with fog, making it difficult to see the direction.
Wang Ming clearly knew that the ghost ship he was currently in was not the original ship in his mental space.
Everyone's spiritual space has a sea like this, and the subject who controls the spiritual space plays the role of captain. Wang Ming's original ship was a giant aircraft carrier the size of fifty aircraft carriers.
But now, he has obviously been exiled. The giant aircraft carrier has changed owners, and the ancestor Wu Xin has become the new helmsman.
At this time, Wang Ming gritted his teeth and began to search for the cockpit in this ghost ship. He planned to use his own strength to return to the original giant aircraft carrier.
And the moment he opened the cockpit door, a slightly embarrassed figure suddenly staggered out of the door and threw himself into Wang Ming's arms.
"Is it you?" Wang Ming didn't expect that he would meet Shouchong here...