Fist of Imagination

The mixture of scarlet blood plasma and minced meat sprayed all around, leaving radial traces in the hidden void dimension, like a dish decoration made by a French chef who loves ketchup.

For thousands of years, Mi Xiang's real body has digested and absorbed countless nutrients from the outside world. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a mountain of nutrients.

At this time, she was chopped from the inside out by Liang De's axe thrown to the sky, and she was no longer able to restrain the excess nutrient reserves. The void was like an aerospace mothership transporting kitchen waste that was overturned. The excessive greasy substances leaked directly squeezed cracks in the space barrier.

The deformed fangs that collapsed from the bone armor of Mi Xiang's body pierced the space where she was hiding with holes, and the overflowing meat fragrance floated out from the holes, so that Liang De could find her without following the fate between the two.

This meat fragrance was like freshly boiled lard. Liang, I don't know how many barrels I have eaten. I came just by smelling the smell. What the hell do I need a bond for?

Mr. Liang couldn't help but recall his experience when he was writing his graduation thesis. Countless swear words came to his mind, and after removing the rough and retaining the essence, he burst out loudly from his mouth:

"Fanjiachan! No wonder I always dislike you, you are too greasy!"

Yes, he has a mouth again, not only a mouth, but also legs, all intact and alive and kicking.

Liang De, who came here for the scent, is very healthy, almost unscathed.

Wuxiang Shen Gong is a great success in actual combat!

This is the charm of traditional funny martial arts innovation.

As we all know, Wuxiang Shen Gong is a martial art that can transfer energy through a specific medium. Its traditional use is generally to capture Liu Bei and beat him and beat him, thereby causing massive damage to Guan Yu and Zhang Fei, and finally destroying them.

Of course, this is also because the three of them did not abide by the oath to die on the same day of the same month of the same year, otherwise there would be no use for Wuxiang Shen Gong. You can just capture Liu Bei and beat him to death, so easy, let the heaven and earth witness an honest and trustworthy oath.

So, honest people suffer, while people without principles live stronger. They don’t take social relationships seriously. They say gie gie, stab in the back, and break up or break up at will.

This is also the limitation of Wuxiang Magic in modern times.

Choose spatial relationship to perform magic, it doesn’t make much sense.

The target is far away, it won’t hurt to pass it over, if it is close... they are so close, can’t you just hit the other one directly? Why pass it? You are not the East Country Men’s Football Team who needs to pass back and forth endlessly to shirk responsibility. What’s the point? Passing it over will also waste energy. There is no need.

Choose social relationship to perform magic, it’s too complicated.

Now is not the simple and honest era when Wuxiang Magic was created.

To hurt him, hit his father. He may not be his father’s biological child. With one punch, his father may be more seriously injured.

To hurt him, you hit his wife, or to hurt her, you hit her husband. How do you know what the other person's emotional state is? If you hit him with one punch, maybe he has already wanted to hit you, and he is so happy that he is not only fine, but he may even want to be your sworn brother.

Even if you are besieged by a certain organization and encounter this classic scene of the Wuxiang Divine Art in the past, you want to pass the harm through the relationship with colleagues. If you hit him with one punch, others will laugh: "I am a formal employee, what's the use of arresting a labor dispatch!"

At present, the ratio of formal employees to labor dispatch personnel has reached a very outrageous level, and often the labor dispatch personnel are on the front line, and the formal employees are watching. It goes without saying which employee is more likely to be caught and blamed.

In this employment environment, using Wuxiang Divine Art can only be said to be twice the result with half the effort, so it is better not to use it.

After careful research, Liang Xueshi, who graduated from the University of Global Elite Sports Center, discovered a new application of Wuxiang Divine Art, an ancient martial art, in modern times:

He decided to hit himself.

There are two advantages to doing this.

First, the relationship is clear. He can definitely hit people who are hostile to him, and will never hurt innocent people.

Second, reduce costs and increase efficiency. The traditional use of Wuxiang Magic requires transferring energy twice, while hitting oneself only requires transferring once, which reduces the steps of power generation, optimizes the transmission path, and reduces energy loss.

Besides, hitting yourself is always easier than hitting others, and it is difficult for others to stop you. You can hit whenever you want, and it is very happy.

Liang De stood leisurely above the paste formed after the rice elephant exploded with his hands in his pockets.

In the Haina Huanzang surrounding him, thousands of Liang De were beaten on the assembly line, and died in strange and indescribable ways.

And all the damage Liang De suffered was given to the rice elephant.

She has not died yet, but she is dying.

The scarlet meat paste that filled the void is gradually becoming lighter and lighter, disappearing without a trace, and her soul fluctuations are getting weaker and weaker. The true nature of the heavenly lead that penetrates the inside and outside of the world is crumbling, and gastrointestinal organs are constantly falling off from it and falling into the dirty pool of blood.

Mi Xiang could have escaped by entering the realm, but she was overconfident and sent Shan Futian to her own realm.

She thought that if she trapped Shan Futian, she could kill one first and then the other.

But now, she was trapped.

If she stayed in the realm, she didn't know how to defeat Liang De, or even how to delay her own death.

If she escaped to the outside of the realm along the true nature of the sky... there was an angry imaginary fist waiting for her in the self-nature realm.

"It's a desperate situation." She thought.

She was also in a desperate situation, just like those people she had killed and devoured in the past, just like those hardworking people who had lost their value.

"But I am not afraid of death... I have never died, but I have decided not to be afraid." She thought.

Some scarlet particles floated into the air and gathered in front of Liang De.

Mi Xiang gave up saving herself, and condensed a body in front of the person who was about to destroy her, saying nothing.

She was wearing the blue and white striped hospital gown she wore when she entered the world, her long hair was messy like kelp on her head, her clear eyes were a little dim, she held her calves with both hands, and quietly looked at the radiating pool of flesh and blood below.

"Mr. Mi, do you want to talk?"

Liang De looked at her, smiled very gentlemanly, and then increased the operating efficiency of the Wuxiang Divine Art in Haina Huanzang by ten points.

"I am very tired now and don't want to talk to anyone."

Mi Xiang hid her face in her knees, and watched the broken digestive organs slide down from various dimensions of the void with her peripheral vision, watching the huge waves splashing in the lake of flesh and blood.

"I wasn't like this before. I used to be very similar to you." She didn't know who she was talking to.

"Were you once a human?"

Liang De looked up at the sky while speaking. Mi Xiang could no longer maintain her boundary. A copper-colored storm was blowing back from outside the boundary.

"You don't look like a human. I used to..."

Mi Xiang suddenly looked up and laughed:

"You must want to listen to it, but I'm sorry, I'm the type who never recalls."

Sorry, I just don't like to listen to others talk about memories, but...

Liang De nodded and said:

"Then I won't see you again, Mr. Mi, I wish you a happy off-get off work."

"I won't see you again, dead baldy."

She stood up and waved at him, turning into a wisp of bloody wind.

All the pools of blood disappeared.

Several large sections were deleted by the review before the last chapter (the friends who have subscribed may have seen the abridged version), and now they have been changed back. I hope they will not be deleted by the review again_(:з」∠)_