Fist of Imagination

The downtrodden man Zhang Mo prostrated himself, his face pressed against the pig grass in front of the vending machine, not daring to look up.

He hid in the mountains to avoid being hunted by the black and white forces of the Southern Seven Prefectures. One day, while hunting, he accidentally discovered Li Daidi, who was stabbing a moose with a spear, and this unusually strange gray iron box.

In less than two months, the mysterious existence in the gray iron box trained a short and thin girl into one of the most congenital masters in the world. She was extremely powerful in martial arts and could even fight against two blue-eyed white foxes, a century-old monster that was proficient in magic.

In less than two months... You know, even his great enemy, the Black River Dragon King, who was famous in the south, did not break through the congenital realm until he was fifty years old.

Zhang Mo had already passed the age of thirty. He had an above-average talent. After leaving his master's school, he wandered around the borderland, fighting with various monsters and strong men. He made great progress in actual combat and had many adventures. However, at the age of thirty-five, he only barely entered the eighth level of the acquired realm.

When he reached the eighth level of the acquired realm, he knew that his potential had been exhausted. He had suffered a lot of internal injuries during the more than five months of desperate escape. Now his meridians were dry and his way forward was blocked.

If he wanted to survive and take revenge on the Black River Dragon King, he had to rely on God’s will.

Perhaps God was pitying me for encountering this opportunity in the deep mountains.

After saying “Please have mercy on me, senior”, Zhang Mo knelt on the ground motionless, his heart beating violently, anxiously waiting for the response of the mysterious existence in the gray iron box.

In the past, he secretly peeked from a distance, unable to see the specific scene of the gray iron box and dared not approach rashly. He could only see a vague figure in the square round light water mirror instructing the little girl to practice martial arts and hunt.

Just now, he took a glimpse. The mysterious person in the round light water mirror of the gray iron box was wrapped in black cloth. The skeleton under the black cloth was hideous and protruding, not like a human figure. He had a wild and evil aura, like a wild beast, which was breathtaking. Just a short glance made people’s scalp numb and their hearts tremble with fear.

When he found that the black-faced little girl began to offer a large amount of blood food to the mysterious existence in the gray iron box, he knew that this master was definitely not a good person, but he didn't care about so much.

I don't know whether this opportunity encountered in the deep mountains is a blessing or a curse.

Master, Awan, Xiaokun... May your spirits in heaven bless me and I will definitely practice martial arts to kill all the beasts in Longwang Shuiwu to avenge you. Even if I fall into the devil's way and commit a thousand evil deeds, I will never regret it if I fall into the eighteen levels of hell after my death and never reincarnate!

Liang De extended his soul tentacles mixed with gray and black true nature, and connected the white-browed tiger with its limbs tied to the coin slot of the vending machine.

This person must have seen Dai Di putting food into the vending machine, and he can't be left alone.

The strange sound of wind music mixed with Siamese and ancient Roman styles sounded, and the prelude of "Chivalry" sounded like a soul-stirring magic sound in Zhang Mo's ears, as if it contained a terrifying idea of ​​devouring everything in the universe.

The white-browed tiger screamed miserably and was entangled by countless gray-black tentacles and sucked into the coin slot.

This poor white-browed cat was thrown into a cave by Liang De after it lost its soul. Liang De planned to study it when he had time, and eat it first.

Then Liang De swung his tongue wildly under the black cloth and made disgusting eating sounds. This was just like the Yuanshen tentacles that were completely unnecessary to show up. It was a 50-cent special effect he used to create an atmosphere.

"Koujiekoujiekoujie...咒咒咈...Koujiekoujiekoujie..."

Liang De racked his brains and searched his stomach, repeatedly looping some powerful onomatopeia in the form of wild laughter. At the same time, he took out his mobile phone and asked Bai Hekong to help him exchange a character song of Wanmo 0 finger. After the song was transferred, it was played by the built-in speaker of extension 1 of the vending machine.

Wanmo Supreme, only the sky points... When the treacherous and imposing character song of Wanmo 0 finger sounded, Liang De's improvisation lines were also pieced together.

The mysterious man wrapped in black cloth stopped laughing wildly, and an old, hoarse, and evil voice came from the gray iron box:

"I have knocked before the devil for three thousand years, and I look back at the mortal world and do not want to be an immortal. The emperor's career is a dream, and there is no morality and no respect for heaven!

Hehehe, you want my devil emperor Liang De to have mercy on you, but what is the meaning of you, a loser, worthy of my mercy."

Zhang Mo raised his head when he heard the words. He knew that every word he said at this time would determine his fate. He took a deep breath, and his chest rose and fell a few times before he spoke:

"I know that my martial arts are low, and the eighth level of the acquired realm is just a rotten grass firefly in the eyes of the seniors, not worth mentioning. But I have been in the martial arts world for more than 20 years, and I have been everywhere in the world. I have been to the famous and upright sects, the evil sects, the three sects, and the three sects in the martial arts world. The teacher dares to say that he knows a thing or two.

The young lady has already mastered the magic skills, but she is still young after all. She doesn't know the tricks of the low-level devils. She may make mistakes when she walks in the world... I am willing to be a running dog of the senior in this life, serving the young lady. Even if it is going through fire and water, I will not refuse to die. I only ask the senior to teach me martial arts and help me to avenge my hatred! "

"Revenge, even if I die?

Oh, interesting, junior, I will take a look myself to see what blood feud you have. "

Liang De stretched out several gray-black soul tentacles and sank into the temple of the big man on the ground. After nearly two months of teaching and use, his proficiency in the two-phase communication mind method has increased sharply. He can use the soul tentacles to perform it remotely, and it is not necessary for the recipient to touch the vending machine.

The two-phase communication mind method, the positive use is the method of teaching and imparting knowledge, and the reverse use is the method of searching the soul.

As long as you understand the principles of martial arts and are not afraid of killing yourself, developing new applications based on mature magical skills is just a basic operation. Of course, it is also common for bold developers to accidentally kill themselves.

Mr. Liang, a novice martial arts engineer, had his head exploded four or five times during the development period before he basically succeeded. He successfully created this practical skill of the two-phase communication method, which will never explode when searching the soul, and will definitely explode within one to three hours after the search.

Engineer Liang has no plan to continue to improve this practical skill for the time being. If the head explodes, it will grow back. It is not a big bug. We will talk about it when the test engineer writes a will to feedback the problem in the future :).

Liang De flipped through the memory and thoughts of the big man on the ground. As he read, he couldn't help but sympathize with this poor big man named Zhang Mo.

This man is an orphan who was adopted by the owner of the Feiwei Martial Arts Hall in Chengde Prefecture since he was a child.

The owner not only raised him to adulthood and taught him martial arts, but also intended to entrust his daughter and the family-inherited Feiwei Hall to him.

Zhang Mo had just broken through the post-natal realm at that time (according to Liang De's understanding, the total amount of extraordinary power is less than 50 standard units, and the amount of energy recovery per second is less than 1 unit), and could only be regarded as a seventh- or eighth-rate figure in the world.

He was a strong-willed person. Although he grew up with his junior sister who was more than ten years younger than him and they loved each other, and he was the best among the second generation of disciples in Feiwei Hall in martial arts and archery, he always felt that he was of humble origin and was not worthy of the daughter of the master of Feiwei Hall.

So after he graduated, he went out alone to the world, hoping to make a resounding name and marry his junior sister in a grand manner, so that his master would be proud and Feiwei Hall would be honored.

He practiced hard day and night, regardless of life and death, and his cultivation broke through the eighth level of the acquired realm. He made a name for himself in the borderland as the "Tearing Wind Iron Arrow", and was considered a top second-rate master.

After Zhang Mo broke through the eighth level of the acquired realm, he went through untold hardships and hunted a black gold clouded leopard with forty years of cultivation in the mountains of southern Xinjiang. He was ready to return home with this betrothal gift, but when he returned to Chengde Prefecture, he found that the Feiwei Hall where he grew up had been burned to a white ground, and his master, junior sister and other brothers had become corpses on a mass grave.

All this happened just because three brothers from the Black River Nine Dragons under Longwang Shuiwu wanted to buy the land of Feiwei Pavilion but were rejected by his master.

This was the foundation of his master's family for five generations, how could he sell it to someone to open a tobacco house?

Because of this incident, all 41 people in Feiwei Pavilion were killed overnight by the green forest masters secretly raised by Longwang Shuiwu, and the Feiwei Pavilion, which had been passed down for five generations, was burned to the ground.

Zhang Mo disappeared after burying his fellow disciples. Three months later, the newly built tobacco house of Longwang Shuiwu opened. A big man holding a bow and arrows and wearing mourning clothes shot and killed three dragons on the spot with a heavy black iron arrow. The iron arrows were fired continuously, killing countless people. He burned down the three-story tobacco house and the branch of Longwang Shuiwu in Chengde Prefecture.

Forty-one people from Feiwei Pavilion died. He exchanged the black gold cloud leopard for forty-one black iron carved feather wolf tooth arrows in Daye Valley of Shoushan. In that battle, each arrow was stained with the blood of at least five or six people, and his blood almost dried up in the siege of the masters of Dragon King Water Dock.

But his martial arts were only second-rate after all. Not to mention the innate master Black River Dragon King who was feared by the sky and the south, even the several nine-layer guardians under the Dragon King's seat could easily defeat him.

He was hunted down by both the black and white forces of the Southern Seven Prefectures, hiding in the barren mountains and eating raw meat and drinking blood, living a life neither human nor ghost, but he just refused to die.

He would not have peace until all the people of Dragon King Water Dock were killed.

There is justice that must be done in Shenzhou, and there is revenge that must be taken.

He refused to die, he wanted to take revenge with his own hands, he wanted to seek justice for Feiwei Pavilion!

Liang De's soul tentacles pulled out from Zhang Mo's brain palace. The downtrodden man covered in blood and wounds endured the pain that was like piercing his heart and tearing his bones, and kowtowed repeatedly on the ground.

"I beg you to have mercy on me, senior, and teach me martial arts!"

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