Fist of Imagination

Shan Futian remained silent, but Mr. Liang still did not give up.

"Hello, hello? Tian, ​​can you hear me?

"I have another new idea. It's a rare opportunity. How about you try to steal her own crystal clusters? This is called economic sanctions. You can conquer others without fighting. What do you think?

"And..."

Liang De put forward several constructive suggestions in succession, but there was no response from the other end. Perhaps Shan Futian was indeed autistic.

"The Yan family shovel can't do simple sabotage work behind enemy lines, so what's the use of being so handsome!"

Without any time to say any more, Liang De disconnected from Shan Futian's spiritual sense and kicked the dark red turbid current that hit him.

I saw a massive amount of internal energy spurting out from under his feet, quickly condensing into a thin film like a casing and tightly surrounding the rushing digestive juices.

When the black Oxford shoes hit the turbid current, the pool of digestive juices that flowed freely had been restrained by the internal air film into a red intestine with trembling ends, and the twelve-successful shot was swallowed up abruptly.

Before it could pop up too far, Liang De jumped up, rushed forward, and punched the "red sausage" that had been kicked in half.

The fist-waving figure stopped in mid-air, and the bound turbid current exploded.

The rain of blood burst out, completely breaking through the already precarious space barriers around them. The layers of void intertwined and penetrated, and the obstacles between Liang De and Mi Xiang collapsed inch by inch like crystal glass.

Liang De withdrew his fist and stood still in the center of the maze of flesh and blood formed by countless digestive organs.

Stripping away the complex space environment, this battlefield finally feels a little more refreshing.

"Mr. Mi, I'm ready. What about you?"

What answered him was an impatient bowel rumbling.

The intestines tangled and squirmed, like a group of faceless snakes and insects crawling out of their nests, surrounding the tiny human figure with a moist and sticky smell.

Mi Xiang’s giggling voice seems far away or close:

"What can you do if you penetrate the void... It makes it seem like I need to hide from you. I'm not afraid of you. I'm right here. Come on, let's hurt each other."

"You're not afraid of me because you don't know me well enough."

Liang Deping looked forward and said:

"But it doesn't matter, you will understand me soon."

As if he couldn't see the things that wanted to eat him, he put one hand in his pocket and walked straight forward.

A swarm of faceless snakes from the intestines and stomach swarmed up and swallowed him up, gluing together a sealed cavity around him.

Under the snakes, dark red digestive juices gushed out like a tide, and dense white teeth grew out of the folds of the intestines and stomach walls, piercing and biting the prey's body.

In the darkness, Liang De didn't even take out his left hand from his pocket.

He waved his right hand as if it didn't matter, tore open the stomach and intestines in front of him, threw it to the ground, and stepped on it under his feet.

Flesh against flesh, in the most direct way possible.

He kept moving forward, and when his body was bitten to pieces, he changed his body to another and continued to move forward, stepping on blood and bones, stepping on his own corpse, and stepping on his own body littered everywhere.

He passed through a maze made of man-eating snakes and insects, and the exit of the maze was another maze.

Mi Xiang kept digesting the bodies he threw away and aroused new minions.

Wherever her realm spreads, whether it is living things or dead things, they will eventually become the food that nourishes her.

Liang De's previous premonition of death was not wrong. If his scumbag fighting method encountered an opponent of this type, it was indeed possible that he would be completely wiped out and not even the scum would be left.

But he has been swallowed by the rice elephant, how can he get out...

"Hello!"

Mi Xiang sat on the high mountain of corpses, dangling his two slender calves, and burped comfortably.

"Are you trying to hold me to death? Is this your plan?"

"If you think so, there's nothing I can do about it." Liang De turned around and replied.

"If you want to fill me up, your few taels of meat are not enough."

She ate a lot, but was far from full.

It's just a few hundred thousand warrior bodies. It's tasteless and has no caloric value. What's the difference between it and zero calories?

Mi Xiang rubbed his hands and said to Liang De as if discussing:

"Sister, I'm not hungry for your body, so don't throw it away and take out your soul. I like to eat that.

"Xiao Liang, I don't think you are a serious warrior, so don't engage in the whole battle until the last moment, it's unnecessary.

"You cooperate a little, and I make it easier. You bring yourself up honestly, and I leave you a soul to return to the original realm of your own nature. You may not be unable to live."

"You give me a convenience, and I'll give you a chance. It's better to die than live, what do you think?"

Liang De: "Mr. Mi, I feel your sincerity. It would be a lie to say you are not moved, but..."

"only?"

"Didn't you already eat my soul?"

Liang De blinked at her. Mi Xiang, who was sitting on the top of the mountain of corpses, suddenly seemed to be choked by something and pinched his neck with a painful expression.

Under her taut white skin, five-colored light as fine as dust floated faintly.

"How is it possible...you..."

"Mr. Mi, you still don't know how to eat. If the portion is too small, you won't be able to taste it. Fortunately, your digestive system is sensitive enough and your absorption ability is outstanding."

Liang De put away his right hand and looked at the gastrointestinal organs on the ground that were twitching out of control, as if he saw something interesting.

"I have been thinking about why my premonition of death is so strong, why do you trust me, and why do I reach this consensus with you.

"You entered the world earlier than me, and you have hundreds of years more experience than me, but the combat power of the world practitioners is not ranked according to the order of seniority.

"We are all lower in the White Tribulation. At most, my world expansion is not as long-lasting as yours, and the time is a little shorter than yours. There is no essential difference. So where is my fatal disadvantage?

"I just figured out this question not long ago."

Liang De looked up at Mi Xiang: "When I used the warrior's spiritual sense to scout you, you and it discovered at the same time that it couldn't find you.

"You and it reached a consensus. You and the warrior's spiritual sense both thought that I couldn't find you, and you didn't have any dietary restrictions, and you could eat both the body and the spirit, so you thought I could only struggle to death in your stomach.

"But it was wrong. It couldn't find it, but it didn't mean I couldn't find it."

Mi Xiang's body in the world shook and rolled down from the pile of corpses. She pinched her neck with both hands and half-knelt in the flesh with a hideous face.

"You... are crumbs."

"Yes, they are crumbs."

Liang De nodded and said:

"The surface connection between your body and soul is so weak that it is almost non-existent, so you can eat whatever you want, without worrying about food poisoning, and you can also prevent others from finding you through your body in the world, which can be said to kill two birds with one stone, but in this way, the feedback you get from your digestive system is inevitably a bit slow.

"So I tried to add a little bit of powder ground from the soul to the flesh I fed you. Trace elements are easy to absorb and digest. They are so prominent that even the children next door can't smell them.

"I don't think you can use the stomach and intestines made of meat outside to digest the soul. There must be another system, and it turns out to be true.

"Mr. Mi, how are you, how do you feel now?"

Thank you everyone, see you tomorrow ('')