Fist of Imagination

In just a short while, Liang De sold more than 3,000 cups of Mortal Cultivation.

Shen Shiyu took the opportunity to sell small storage bracelets next to it, so that everyone could stock up in large quantities, thereby further increasing the sales of coffee.

After everyone bought the coffee, Liang De sat back in his seat contentedly, closing his eyes and counting the extraordinary power stored in the vending machine over and over again.

Excluding the one-third given to Shen Shiyu, the net profit was more than 20,000.

For a long time to come, I don’t have to spend my extraordinary power to make coffee. The feeling of being a leek is so cool. I love leeks and I can’t forget it.

I am for everyone, everyone is for me, the ancients are honest and honest.

This kind of great thing must be done more in the future.

Liang De kept 2,000 units for backup, and all the other sales proceeds were converted into "Mortal Cultivation" and "Suffocating Oxygen". Two tall cartons were piled up in the storage space of the vending machine.

He looked out the window, and the car window was still the same winding mountain road and desolate mountain scenery.

So Liang De continued to close his eyes and rest until he felt the light outside dimmed.

The bus had already driven into the ground along the winding mountain road. There were balls of ghost fire outside the window, and the ground was full of dark red magma and white corpses of strange beasts.

This winding mountain road seemed endless. Liang De estimated that the bus was traveling at about 120 kilometers per hour based on the speed of the scenery outside the window. It had been driving for nearly 20 hours since 10 o'clock in the morning, and there was no intention of stopping.

Could it be that the plan of the Demon Sword Spirit was to let us starve to death in the car?

It was unlikely.

Before departure, everyone exchanged a large amount of high-energy food at the school store, which could be eaten for several years.

Eat too much to kill? Fight to kill? Heatstroke to kill?

Or let everyone not get off the bus to go to the toilet and be suffocated to death?

Wow, Demon Sword Spirit, you are more fierce than Brother Hua 0!

While Liang De was still thinking about it, the bus drove into the bubbling magma pool at the end of the winding mountain road.

More than 300 people in the bus stood still, their lower body as steady as a gambling buddy. Everyone was firmly sucked into their seats and let the bus roll and sink in the magma. From beginning to end, no one made a fuss.

They had tested it after getting on the bus, and the bus could not be destroyed from the inside.

It was unnecessary to panic.

Moreover, the temperature inside the bus did not change at all after falling into the magma pool. It was probably the vulgar special effect of the entrance to the graduation trip dungeon. There was no need to pay too much attention to it.

When the bus stopped rolling, the dark red magma around it had disappeared.

A gloomy ancient battlefield appeared outside the window, with flags, drums, broken halberds and broken swords scattered in the wild grass, white skeletons wearing rusty armor were silent, poisonous snakes drilled in the black eyes of the skeletons, and a group of dark cloud-like crows flew through the sky, making strange sounds.

The bus disappeared, and Liang De and others, along with nearly 300 graduates from Sheng Wuxu Private High School, stepped into the grass of the ancient battlefield.

All the students of the other shore suddenly felt an omnipresent force pressing on them, and their extraordinary powers were more or less suppressed by this world.

Liang De didn't feel anything. He threw out a few eagle eyes made on the car, lowered his head and carefully observed the half-man-high grass to avoid any ambush.

Just as you have to check if there is Adu under the car before driving, as a cautious warrior, when you see the grass, you must first exclude the three brothers of Demacia, Sun Wukong, Daji, Han Xin, Lanling King, Wang Zhaojun...

No, no, no, no...

Sun Xunqiao sighed and patted Liang De on the shoulder, saying:

"Junior brother, don't make eyes in the grass, look up and look forward, the opposite side is the whole army attacking."

Liang De looked up and saw three neat square formations on the horizon.

Military green, white, blue-gray

Land, sea, and air.

In front of each square was a tall figure holding a sign. Liang De squinted his eyes and saw the words on the sign clearly.

Sheng Wuxu Private Senior High School's first graduate square? !

The neat footsteps of the graduate square hit Liang De and his party like thunder.

Now coming towards them were the three squares of Sheng Wuxu Private Senior High School's first graduates, followed by the squares of the second to 1829th graduates.

They were full of fighting spirit, covered in black smoke, and walked towards the 1830th class with full spirit and neat steps!

Nearly 6,000 squares composed of graduates from previous years spread out to the left and right, forming a C-shaped semi-encirclement formation that kept closing.

Liang De and his party of more than 300 people were surrounded, and there were only a few hundred kilometers away from the nearest square.

These graduates only have whites in their eyes but no pupils. Their deep eye sockets are glittering with dark purple light. Countless black eyeballs on their scarlet skin swim around like tadpoles, giving off an aura that Liang De and his party are very familiar with.

Yin Demon Puppet, all these former graduates are Yin Demon Puppet.

The Demon-Husbanding Sword Spirit has refined all the dead former graduates into Yin Demon Puppet.

But they seem to have no mind, which is different from Old Man Yuan and the others. Is it a low-profile beggar version?

But no matter how low-profile or beggarly they are, they can't stand up to their numbers!

I thought the graduation trip must be a puzzle game, but this is clearly a Musou mowing game!

"The land department will line up on the spot to prepare for the enemy, the sea department will start to build a circular defensive position, and the air department will select the vanguard to go up for reconnaissance and harassment.

Xu Juezi, you discuss with Xu Bingning and send a team to test the enemy's weight.

Everyone reports the suppression of their abilities in order of their student numbers.

The heads of each department will select one-third of the students with a current ability status of more than 60% to be reserved as the reserve team.

Start counting!"

Lei Donglan gave a loud order, and everyone moved like an efficient machine.

"Lei Donglan, 67%."

"Xu Juezi, 62%."

"Sun Xunqiao, 72%."

"Shen Shiyu, 71%."

"Xu Bingning, 68%."

"Ji Can, 77%."

...

After a round of counting, the situation is not optimistic.

Except Liang De, whose strength has not changed, the others have been weakened by at least 15%.

The vanguard of the air department brought a few people back from the Yin Demon Puppet Array.

They were a reconnaissance team sent to test the strength of these Yin Demon puppets, led by Xu Juezi, the third-year study committee member of the Lu School.

If the Yin Demon puppet army of previous graduates all maintained their strength before they died, then there would be no need to fight this battle, they could just turn around and run away, and they might not be able to escape.

"Prefect, I randomly selected 10 square formations to test with Gangfeng. These Yin Demon puppets are slow to react, their moves are stiff, and their extraordinary strength is extremely poor. Overall, they are only 20% of their strength in life. Some elite individuals are stronger, but they are no more than 35%.

Based on the current speed, there are still 6 minutes before the first full-scale battle.

There are too many of these Yin Demon puppets. Ji Can just took the vibration counter of the Haixue Department to scan them. In addition to the ones I just killed, there are still 169,564 Yin Demon puppets left, and we only have 327 people.

Prefect..."

"Where did the data of 20% and 35% come from?"

Xu Juezi's face was complicated: "I saw Senior Sister Hong Shaorou... and some other seniors from the previous class. The data was tested on them with the body-breaking Gangqi."

"Okay." Lei Donglan already knew everything he wanted to know.

She said to all the people who attended the combat meeting in an unquestionable tone:

"If we defend to the death, we will die. We must break through the encirclement and find the demon-raising sword spirit as quickly as possible. Only by successfully summoning the instructors of each department for support can we have a glimmer of hope.

Haishue Department, did Instructor Mo give you the special reconnaissance artifact drawings?"

Shen Shiyu and the third-year student of the Haixue Department looked at each other and said:

"The hunting sword instrument designed by Instructor Mo broke down after crossing here. We need 1 hour to adjust it."

"10 minutes.

Let all the people in the Haixue Department who are building defensive positions stop and put all computing power into the hunting sword instrument adjustment project.

In this battle, our Luxue Department will be the vanguard."

Lei Donglan looked around: "Does anyone want to escape?"

Sun Xunqiao smiled bitterly: "Senior sister, don't look at me. If you want to escape, you have to be able to escape. There are hundreds of thousands of Yin Demon puppets surrounding outside. Who the hell can escape?"

Liang De, who had been squatting on the ground for a while, stood up.

"Sister, we can't dig this ground, so we can only fight on the ground."

"Then fight on the ground, my Lu School——"

Lei Donglan raised his right hand, which was burning with amber gold flames, and clenched his fist. All the muscle monsters in the third grade of Lu School shouted and shattered their uniforms.

"I am invincible!"

There will be another update in the evening. _(:з」∠)_