Fist of Imagination

Gray Heron Park ruins.

Liang De and the other four stood at the original location of the base station, waiting quietly around a newly opened Huanzang Sea Eye.

It didn't take long for three king crab-looking Illusory Sea Fighters to carry the intact base station out of the light blue whirlpool and quickly start the repair work.

Mr. Liang, the god of war in the park, failed to fulfill his promise to protect everything, and everything in the park turned into ashes. However, he hid this popular base station in advance, and now uses the nearby undamaged overhead optical cables and related equipment to Restore the function of the base station. In short, although Gray Heron Park is finished, it has protected everyone's last network signal!

There are still a few minutes left before the network is connected. The things that should be explained to Wen Zhongsu and the two have been explained. The evacuation work of Gray Heron City has basically been completed. The two white-level people in the world are just standing guard here and adapting to changes. There is nothing else to say. .

Liang De and Ji Ma sensed the changes in electromagnetic waves in the air with their warrior senses. When the base station function was basically restored, Ji Ma turned back and wiped her earrings, and saw a flash of ice blue, and her figure disappeared instantly, leaving only A steel-blue martial arts soul hung in place.

Liang De's consciousness of the spirit is much worse than that of Thrip, but after being trained by Goose Factory for a long time, his awareness of plagiarism will not be lost to anyone else!

When Ji Ma put away his physical body, he returned the standard Liang De worn on the martial arts soul to his inner energy and put it into the Haina Fantasy Treasure.

After the warrior's physical body and the martial soul can be separated freely, it is necessary to prepare a space prop to store the physical body.

Li Xuan, the head of the Eight Immortals in Shangdong, was originally a middle-aged handsome guy with a dignified appearance. It was because the soul left his body to be guarded by his disciples when he traveled far away. As a result, all the ashes were scattered within seven days, so he had to possess a lame man who had just died. A beggar with legs, he used an iron crutch, and there was no more scandal.

Those were still ancient times when folk customs were simple and simple. Now that everyone is having so much fun, who would dare to entrust his body to others.

It’s okay for Mr. Liang, a fleshy warrior with so many bodies. No matter what he encounters, it will at most leave some psychological shadow, and maybe he will feel a little exciting and have endless aftertaste.

But for a martial artist with a little bit of moral integrity, leaving one's body is no different than bending down to pick up soap in a prison bathhouse with tens of thousands of people. It is so dangerous that one would like to hide his body with the private money used to buy sildenafil. To ensure nothing goes wrong.

Therefore, it is not unreasonable to say that the rare items used by the Marine Science Department to store the physical body after graduation are getting more and more expensive.

The six-yao pot ring made by Triangle Head using the ancient method costs at least 100,000 crystal clusters, and the price increase is very mysterious. It is not an exaggeration to say that the reason for the price increase is because of his mood, but when people who can afford it place an order Without blinking an eye, it relies on being unique and foolproof.

Thrip's storage earrings were hand-made by a certain senior officer of the Department of Sea Studies, with a variety of encryption methods. They were carefully considered and used cautiously, even if the owner's martial arts soul was entangled by a golden snake and got his hands on the scumbag's martial arts. As long as the control violates the user's free will, the body locked in it cannot be taken out.

For this storage earring, Thrip even leaked the whereabouts of a certain Ying Xuetang proofreading editor to the producer. Later, the editor was brutally exiled and sent to the world controlled by Thunder Bluff No. 415 on this shore to serve as a branch store manager. It was so miserable that she lamented in the internal forum every day, but the price paid by others had nothing to do with her.

Thrips had forgotten about it.

Not to recall is to forget.

The martial souls of the two formed a two-color whirlwind in the sky above the base station. Countless information was exchanged rapidly in the swirl of gray black and steel blue.

"Who is stronger, your Yuanshen Wanhua or Sun Xunqiao?"

"Five... let's go to five."

"That means you are weak."

"..."

"How much weaker?"

"Wait a minute, I haven't said anything yet. Hey, you are very arbitrary!"

"Don't imitate a novice's speech...how much weaker is it?"

"This question of yours is very poor, old man. Let me tell you, our ancient Dongguo boxing method puts the most emphasis on martial ethics. As the saying goes..."

"For the last time, how much weaker is your Yuan Shen Wanhua than Sun Xunqiao?"

"Old man... please change it to a higher-end reference object."

"..."

"You...are much weaker than Sister Donglan."

"Are you a little out of line? How the hell can you describe it?!"

The steel-blue martial arts soul stagnated in the air and remained silent for a long time.

"Don't worry about it. 2M broadband can access the Internet just as well as 200M broadband. I guarantee that I can surf the Internet with you."

...Not the same at all.

Ji Ma checked the rules and regulations of Ying Xuetang and sent a private message to the editor-in-chief of the Literature and Art Department. It was not until she was sure that the budget for this containment mission could not reimburse the appearance fees of Lei Donglan or Sun Xunqiao that she said to Liang De:

"There are still 26 seconds left to connect to the Internet. I know you think you can solve the source of the anger alone. What else do you want to say to me."

That makes sense...my first-year physical education committee member of the Mainland School is actually willing to be an assistant? !

"Do you believe my conclusion about the source of the rage?"

"Why don't you believe that slime mold, a lower eukaryote, can surpass the wisdom of Tokyo subway designers in their desire for food and use their instincts to plan the most efficient route? Could it be that the crumbs of the Book of All Things are not as good as slime mold ?"

"Assuming that my inference is correct, the source of the rage reaches the base station and connects to the network through He Gongji's transmission, and then uses the characteristics of soul moss to collect the anger in human hearts to strengthen itself, then it is now a behemoth, Ying Xuetang will give Can your props really contain it?"

"The death rate of editors in the literature and art department of Yingxuetang is 40.5%. If non-worldly travelers are included, the number of deaths on duty has exceeded 140 million."

This was not the answer Liang De wanted. After getting an unexpected answer, he also had an unexpected question.

He was silent for a while, and sent a message to Thimble in the calmest tone:

"You can leave here. These numbers may not be related to you."

"Do you think it is a coincidence that Mr. Du and Yingxuetang chose me?"

"..."

"Is it really a coincidence that Mr. Tai chose you?"

"..."

"Let's go."

Liang De said nothing more, and his gray-black soul turned into amber, and the martial arts soul wrapped in Thimble rushed into the electromagnetic.

If the starting point of the doomsday is in Gray Heron Park, then the source of the rage that is full of soul moss will surely sweep the world from here.

If he wants to prevent the doomsday from happening, he must trace the source from here and strangle the upcoming chain of anger in its cradle.

The time has come. The gray-black martial arts spirit wrapped the steel blue and followed the path of the soul moss upstream. The closer to the end, the stronger Liang De's sense of crisis became.

He could sense that the source of the rage had expanded to a terrifying level.

"The Secret Affairs Department has blocked all expressions of anger, so why can it still collect so much anger?"

1. Thank you all for your rewards (there are too many people to write this time, so I will sort out a thank you list at the end of the year), subscriptions, and voting support. I will post a cat photo at the end of the chapter later! 2. A reader told me that the sentence "everyday pull crotch chicken is small" in 拉crotch strip[01] has mysteriously disappeared. Well... In fact, many chickens in the previous article have mysteriously disappeared . I don't know where they went, nor do I know when they will come back. Anyway, I will write more harmonious things in the future (this seems to be ambiguous), criticize ugliness, and be upright, and no longer create those chickens that have nowhere to go. 3. Thank you everyone, see you tomorrow.