Fist of Imagination

Chang Duanxuan, Mo Feisheng and others who got into the car right behind Yuan Shengtian also had expressions of disbelief on their faces. After passing through the car door, their souls that had been transformed into evil demons and their bodies that had been transformed into puppet bodies had taken on a new look. Jue Di returned to the state before being killed by Sheng Wuxu.

The reborn souls under the sword entered the realm one after another. Those red floating islands were not as resistant as before. The martial arts soul and the original image of the self-realm, the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, who had reunited after a long separation, rolled together like glue.

"Mr. Tai, I cannot thank you enough for your kindness. I will wait..."

The bald driver waved his hand impatiently: "Get in the car and walk inside. Don't block the door."

The announcement on the cross-border bus sounded:

"Dear passengers, welcome to the Thunder Bluff Public Transport Group Co., Ltd. Sheng Wuxu Private Senior High School Special Line.

This bus is free of charge and passes through 1,637 stations in the known realms on both sides of the air and sea. The final stop is Thunder Cliff Taigongguan Station. Thank you for your ride. We will serve you wholeheartedly.

Please get off first and then get on. Passengers getting on the bus should go inside. "

The Yin Demon puppets made by previous graduates have been drained by the Bodhisattva Sword Spirit. The Yin essence has disappeared. There are still more than a thousand students and more than a hundred Yin Demon teachers in Sheng Wuxu Private High School. At this moment, they all obey the instructions of the cross-border bus. Tip: line up quietly and orderly to get on the bus.

It is not enough to be quiet and orderly. After the announcement is made, the air and air restrictions around the cross-border bus are prohibited. It cannot fly, cannot use extraordinary power, and cannot even make a sound exceeding 40 decibels.

At least the teachers and students of the White Tribulation Lower Realm Original Walkers lined up to get on the bus like ordinary people, and their quality was as good as the Sakurajima people who lived in the public account articles.

They are just ordinary people.

…

Shen Shiyu reluctantly controlled his new body, which had not yet adapted, and tried to get up by holding on to the armrests of the ice blue wheelchair with both hands.

The disharmony between body and spirit was more serious than imagined. Shen Shiyu's martial arts spirit and body twitched spasmodically, and he fell back into the wheelchair halfway through standing up.

There was no one around the ice blue wheelchair, and there was no one from the second year of the Maritime Studies Department around her.

Sheng Wuxu Private High School is over, and there is no need to worry about credits and grades anymore. Who is willing to stand with this cold-blooded and ruthless woman?

Veins popped up on the back of Shen Shiyu's pale hands. She forced down the severe cramping pain in her soul and tried to stand up from the wheelchair again.

"Can you hurry up? There are so many people waiting to get on the bus."

Someone in the crowd behind him whispered.

Shen Shiyu gritted his teeth and propped up his heavy body again, holding the wheelchair back with one hand and reaching for the slash on the door of the cross-border bus with the other hand.

She slowly took a step forward. Even though she tightened her leg muscles with all her strength, she still lost her balance due to the spasm of her soul and fell backwards.

The ice-blue wheelchair that was lifted by someone firmly caught Shen Shiyu. The person held up the wheelchair and the long, straight black woman in the wheelchair, and strode towards the door of the cross-border bus.

"With your current degree of disability, it would be best to use a crutch, a wheelchair is not suitable for you.

When these two feet are off the ground, the brain shuts down. Is that okay? "

"I don't need you to worry about it!"

The man behind him sneered:

"Oh, I can do whatever I want, can you still control me?"

…

Everyone has boarded the cross-border bus, and the announcement rang again:

"When the vehicle starts, please stand firm and hold your seat, and take the initiative to offer your seat to the elderly, weak, sick, pregnant, and those with children."

Tai Feng first started the engine of the cross-border bus, waved his hand to remove the civilization-promoting tree and new-style barrier around the bus, and prepared to drive off.

At this time, a desolate dark purple sword light finally transmitted the sound to the cross-border bus.

"Grandpa, this little slave is still of some use to you. Please be merciful and take me with you!"

Zhou Bofu, a despicable villain, is so crazy that he just tampered with the little slave.

In another hour and a half, the little slave's glimmer of spiritual enlightenment will be lost forever. I beg you, Lord, to save me. From now on, I will be your slave and your maid, and I will make a grass ring to repay your great kindness. "

The dark purple skeletal evil sword floated precariously in the center of the ruins of the Sword Immortal. The ghost inscriptions on the sword were becoming blurred, and the ugly rust spots corroded the body and spirit of the evil sword like piranhas.

The sound made by the demon sword spirit just now seemed hoarse and weak. This peerless evil sword that once followed Sheng Wuxu across the heavens was on the verge of extinction.

"Devil, you said one thing wrong.

The hands and feet on your body were not made by Zhou Bofu, but were secret restrictions left by Sheng Wuxu before his death.

He is a mysophobic person and doesn't like others using his things.

No matter who it is, as long as someone breaks the Zhoutian Realm Ban, you will die.

Don't you like the idea of ​​the king, the king, and the minister? The king wants his ministers to die, and the master wants his slaves to die. Since you are a good slave, you should die happily now. "

Tai Feng first adjusted the rearview mirror, put the gear in gear and released the clutch, and the wheels of the cross-border bus began to rotate.

"Grandpa! Since Sheng Wuxu is like this, Xiaonu has no friendship with him anymore. Please Grandpa, please save me, Xiaonu..."

"Sorry, I also have mysophobia and don't like to use things that have been used by disgusting people."

The bald driver stepped on the accelerator and drove the cross-border bus through the void. In the rearview mirror, the ruins of the Sword Immortal World and the dark purple sword light exploded and shattered amidst the shrill wails, turning into flowers and flowers in the depths of the other side of the sea. A fleeting spark, the traces left by the Blue Tribulation Sword Immortal Sheng Wuxu in the world were completely extinguished. Among the countless senseless killing fields on both sides of the sea, there was one Sheng Wuxu private high school missing.

"Dirty Sparks."

Yuan Shengtian stared at the ruined ruins of the Sword Immortal through the window of the cross-border bus, and the unyielding feeling in his heart finally gradually faded away.

"Lao Yuan, why don't we go to Baichuanhaiji to buy some things first? I just saw it in the business section of "Learning from the World". Now, group purchases of Red Tribulation Walker individual equipment are discounted at 30% and coupons are given. This time The crystal clusters on our Self Realm have not changed at all for more than 1,800 years, so we can buy a lot of things."

Dong Cunzhen held a colorful magazine in his hand. Pictures of countless strange products from the known worlds on both sides of Kaiyuan Kukai were constantly changing in the magazine.

"Look at this new business-light luxury style Granzon shrink gun. Buy two pieces and get a 20% discount. You can also use the shopping allowance across stores. It's so affordable."

Mo Feisheng also held a copy of "The Commercial Information Edition of the Human World" in his hand and shook his head when he heard this:

"It's just a reskinned old cannon with no innovation. The price-performance ratio of the Granzon single-soldier transformation series is too poor. Old Dong, you are planning to go to the frontier universe to hunt giant planet monsters. If you ask me, you should buy a few more sets of rose floating cannons... Of course. I bought the professional version. Didn’t you read the introduction here? Rose_bit_Pro’s fire control system won the Kiehara Black Dot Award. Even though it’s just an Excellence Award, it’s still very impressive.”

Several former ghosts of the sword fiercely discussed the shopping plan. They had read the passenger manual on the cross-border bus and knew that Tai Fengxian was only sending them back to their hometown to end the thousand-year karma between He Sheng Wuxu. Mr. Tai himself is an upright straight man and has no interest in these big-blooded Red Tribulation minions. This cross-border bus passes through the home world of all the teachers and students of Sheng Wuxu Private High School and several famous air and sea port areas. Everyone can get off at any time.

The tension in the hearts of the dead souls under the sword for more than a thousand years has finally relaxed, and now they just want to vent their anger by going on a shopping spree.

"We'll talk about the shopping later. Aren't you going to take care of these students?" Yuan Shengtian couldn't help but said loudly when he saw his former colleagues discussing endlessly about how to get a few coupons.

Hearing his words, several other souls under the sword looked at each other in shock.

"Lao Yuan, what do you mean, you are addicted to teaching and you still want to continue teaching and educating people?"

The second update is in the evening.