Zhang Ming boarded the awning boat and headed for his sailboat. As the tower gradually moved away, his mood became a little different.
He is already a "chess player" playing on the chessboard!
"Everything is ready now, only the last move remains."
"Death panic, there are still 5 seconds of hedging time."
"It should take a few seconds to let Gu's last wish counteract the 'will to survive'."
"Only the soul of a saint is left as the final key point."
Shimama was surprised: (Are you going to sacrifice yourself?)
"Of course not, I'm going to kill myself and cultivate a saint-level soul clone!" Zhang Ming said lightly.
Shimama was shocked, Lao Zhang actually has such a talent?
"Of course, I, Emperor Zhang, am very strong." Lao Zhang said with a smile.
Ordinary Soul Splitting, once every half month, does not cost anything.
To cultivate a stronger clone, you need to consume your lifespan!
Zhang Ming estimates that it may take about three to five hundred years of life before the soul strength can be comparable to the saint level among the blue crystal people.
Ordinary people simply can't use this kind of talent. Three to five hundred years, even a strong man at the spiritual limit, can't squander so much life at will.
Zhang Ming explained: "A blue crystal saint also has standards."
"Breaking through the three levels of the human limit actually only requires 200 attribute points, while the spiritual limit requires 10,000 attribute points. The span in between is really too big."
"So there are some standard divisions among saints. They believe that as long as one of the attributes reaches about 4,000, the soul will undergo some kind of qualitative change and can leave the body for a short time. I naturally meet this standard."
Shimama sneered and said: (What if another accident occurs? There is no such thing as a last wish to appease the insects of time and space.)
"You mean the disaster of the world? That thing is beyond my control..."
Zhang Ming sighed: "But it's not a big problem. I sent the main body to a far away place and let the clone operate everything. Even if some accidents happen, it shouldn't involve me."
"Anyway, after the clone guided the attack, it died immediately."
It’s just a life span of hundreds of years, he can afford it!
Shimama fell silent.
No matter what, who is willing to miss the opportunity to hunt a demon?
Even Shimama herself is eager to see the big scene... This is a great opportunity of historical level!
Has Xuanwu ever encountered such a terrifying opportunity in the past million years?
No.
Zhang Ming should... only win the lottery once in his life.
If you miss it, you will never see it again!
When it thought of the wonderful thing, it understood and couldn't help but make a weird sound of "quacking".
……
After returning to his sailboat, Zhang Ming began the final careful planning.
He first studied the crystal stones left behind by "Gu".
The last wish of this spar is indeed related to "hedging the desire for survival".
"Although I don't know how many seconds it can be hedged...but the will to survive has been killed by me a lot, so it shouldn't be a big problem."
Then, on a dark and windy night for a month, Zhang Ming began the process of killing himself.
This knife is really difficult.
When I think about killing my soul, I feel like ants are crawling in my mind.
Left brain: Are you sure you want to cut it? If you cut it with this knife, there is no way to regret it.
Right brain: Cut it quickly! As long as the knife is fast enough, you won’t feel the pain!
In the end, Zhang Ming could only summon up the courage and made up his mind in front of his friends: "Friends, there is something I must tell you. I accidentally acquired a peerless sword technique.
The technique of moves cannot be resisted by any martial arts practitioner. I need... I need... to kill myself..."
Xiaobai's eyes flickered, wondering what went crazy to Lao Zhang.
Seeing that it didn't understand the joke, Lao Zhang could only become a little more serious and licked his dry lips: "Anyway, I'm going to do something very dangerous. After doing it, I may be in a coma for a long time. I hope
Everyone, please take good care of me and don’t let me die in bed.”
This was understandable. Xiaobai blinked and motioned to Zhang Ming to put on adult diapers before falling into coma.
(It doesn’t take long to get dizzy.)
(As long as I am alive, I will have to eat this thing.)
Zhang Ming was a little dissatisfied and didn't want to wear adult diapers, so he called "Turtle Emperor" a few times in order to please Xiaobai.
The only normal one, Xiaobai, keeps rolling his eyes, really thinking that everyone... no, every turtle does this, right?
On the contrary, that shit-like maidservant was very dissatisfied when she heard the title "The Great Turtle". You, Xiaobai, are the Great Turtles, so who are my ancestors? The greatness of the Great Emperor Shi is gone all of a sudden! <
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Being under the eaves, Zhang Ming had no choice but to lower his head, so he actually pinched his nose and put on adult diapers.
These diapers were found on the original plane and kept for so many years. I didn’t expect that they would come in handy now...
"I am obviously so noble, but yet I have to be so humble in front of these animals." Zhang Ming looked at Brother Hao's dog face with a pink tongue sticking out and a kind face, and he always felt that something was wrong.
"Brother Hao, don't eat my shit!"
"Woof woof!"
Xiaobai is very smart, but actually very lazy.
Brother Hao is very stupid, but very diligent.
In fact, the job of taking care of patients will not be Xiaobai, but...Brother Hao?
Of course, he didn't have much choice. After giving the instructions, he began the process of soul splitting.
Soul Splitting!!
The soul left the body again.
In this dark little room, Zhang Ming's soul expanded rapidly like a balloon. This feeling was weird and uncomfortable, like fat constantly accumulating in the body, bringing a subtle sense of sluggishness.<
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"The cultivation of the soul is a very difficult thing. Now that I have practiced it in advance, it is a good thing." Zhang Ming experienced that subtle feeling.
Actively promoting soul growth will directly deduct lifespan.
In normal times, it doesn't mean much.
Soul strength requires quality, not "puffiness".
But now... in order to split into a more powerful sub-body, this is the only way.
As the life span continues to be deducted, after an hour, the soul expands a large circle and becomes incompatible with the body, but it is not enough.
Zhang Ming bit the bullet, constantly transferred attributes, and devoted his life to it.
After deducting 500 attribute points, this crazy expansion gradually stopped!
At this time, his soul turned into a ball.
The original appearance was almost the same as the flesh, but now it has become an inflated ball.
"This is the limit of what we can afford!"
Seeing that the total attributes were only a few points, Lao Zhang felt extremely distressed, as if Zhou Papi had spent five hundred taels of silver, and his heart was trembling.
Of course, after investing 500 years of life, the soul has actually grown to the limit, and there is no point in investing more lifespan
After completing this series of steps, Lao Zhang began to transfer his core memory to the side of the "ball".
The whole process is somewhat idealistic, and it was completed in just a moment.
After everything was ready, he was frightened and growled: "The call is coming!"
On the surface of the soul that expanded into a ball, a purple current appeared!
This electric snake is like a hula hoop, forming a hot electric ring.
Although I had made quite a lot of mental preparations, I still felt a numb scalp when things came to a close.
"Now I have truly become the King of Thunder and Lightning."
The ruthless man, Lao Zhang, found that the more he massaged his mind, the more frightened he became, so he just bit the bullet and cut it without thinking about anything.
That purple electric current struck viciously on the surface of the soul!
His soul was neatly divided into two halves!
"What kind of feeling is this?" Zhang Ming looked at the broken place in disbelief, his pupils dilated.
The clone and the main body are connected to each other with only the last little point left.
Before his body could react, he quickly controlled his soul to return to his body!
Then, the whites of his eyes were revealed... and he suddenly passed out.
……
……
I don’t know how long this coma lasted.
Zhang Ming faintly woke up from his drowsy state. The familiar environment brought him a subtle sense of security. He had a splitting headache, his throat was dry and thirsty, and his muscles were weak. It seemed that he had not been so weak for a long time.
"Water..." A few words were squeezed out from the throat.
"Water..."
"Woof woof!" Brother Hao quickly picked up a bowl, scooped out a bowl of water from the water tank, and handed it to Zhang Ming's mouth.
"Hahahaha!" Brother Hao breathed out hot breath and happily licked Lao Zhang's hand.
The bowl is filled with newly collected dew. The most indispensable thing in the ocean is water vapor. If you set up the dew collector a little every night, fresh water is not too scarce.
Lao Zhang drank several bowls of water in a row before he slowly regained consciousness and kept exhaling, exhaling, exhaling, exhaling.
"Food..."
Brother Hao took another piece of dried monster meat, and Lao Zhang ate it without caring about what kind of meat it was.
The intake of nutrients brings new vitality to the body.
About three hours later, Zhang Ming slowly recovered from his weak state.
Take a look at the time.
"I was actually in a coma for more than a month..."
Now there are two souls in the body, one is the original body, and the other is a soul clone comparable to the original body.
As for the results of this operation...
"Whoosh", the soul clones were scurrying back and forth among the clothes, perfectly executing Zhang Ming's ideas.
It seems to be better than expected. Whether it is the control authority of the body or the primary and secondary relationship between the soul, there are strict restrictions.
There is no possibility of so-called "reversal of priorities".
To put it bluntly, the clone has no personality and no memory. It is equivalent to a blank piece of paper and is 100% controlled by the main body.
Soul-splitting, as a natural ability, has evolved to a very mature level, otherwise those donkey-headed monsters would have exterminated themselves due to internal chaos.
Of course, for Zhang Ming, this ability has great side effects, and he really doesn’t want to create a clone like this unless he has to.
