Fist of Imagination

Chapter 320 Out of reach

In a trance, Liang De's martial arts soul, which was scattered all over the place after being split, merged into one.

His soul condensed into a line of spiritual light, followed the channel that belonged to him alone, crossed the empty sea, and came to the self-nature realm that looked like a city street.

The street was as deserted as his thoughts.

The gray coffee municipal guard II type vending machine leaned quietly on the corner of the street. The two aisles in front of the vending machine were filled with American coffee and mint cigarettes respectively, and there was nothing else.

The engraved inscriptions on the left and right sides of the coin slot glowed, indicating that the extraordinary characteristic extraction system could be activated at any time.

"It is difficult to save the non-Xuan, and it is useless to pray to gods and Buddhas."

"Krypton cannot change fate, and thousands of gold will eventually become nothing."

Liang De silently recited it, and the feeling in his heart was very different from the first time he saw these two lines of inscriptions.

At first, he only thought that these two sentences were jokes extracted from life information when the self-nature supernatural power was formed, used to mock and warn the vast number of African players including himself.

At this moment, Liang De suddenly had an epiphany that the majority of players and friends had nothing to do with this.

The African land was quiet and peaceful. The krypton chiefs' hands were cut off and grown again, and they were endless. When they were happy, they would sing and dance, dreaming of leaving Africa and entering Europe. In the dream, whatever they wanted was what they wanted, and whoever they liked was who they liked. The seventy-two thunder herrschers formed a Tiangang Beidou formation and slowly rotated around the happy chiefs. Oh, oh, oh, what joy is this!

After krypton gold, it doesn't matter whether it is shipped or not. What matters is to enjoy the expectations and fantasies brought by this process. Although the thickness of the wallet has decreased, the thickness of life has increased. How can it be said to be useless and empty?

There is only one unlucky person in these two sentences, and that is himself.

Since crossing, I have seen a lot of powerful gods and Buddhas, but what's the use?

Earn crystal clusters, save crystal clusters, spend crystal clusters, flow in and out, what did I get?

Just like this time, I spent tens of thousands, but only got a few guesses that may not be helpful.

This is useless, that is useless, even... I am the freest creature on both sides of the sky and the sea.

Liang De lowered his head and smoked a cigarette, and did three eight-beat chest expansion exercises in front of the vending machine. The depression in his heart, like plum rain, was released and turned into a self-deprecating smile.

It's okay to be black-faced, black lives are also lives, there is always a way to think about it.

He stretched out his hand to press the coin slot of the vending machine and activated the self-nature magical power of "returning light photography".

Although I don't know what Brother Mo Feisheng meant by "help you see your sincerity", but since he has helped me sort out my soul memory and sent me into the realm of the gods, it is most likely that he will let me have a shot.

How can I verify my sincerity by drawing a shot? Will I draw something like an honest bean paste bun?

It's impossible. Brother Mo is only in the Red Tribulation Realm, and it should be impossible for him to control my delivery rate.

Let's draw first, and you will know after drawing.

Liang De's martial arts soul stood in the center of the supply management space, and the revolving lantern of life began to turn. Those frozen black and white pictures gradually became vivid, and the memory kept retreating. The revolving lantern turned faster and faster.

The martial arts soul, which was running at full power, slowly released the internal energy filled with gray-black true nature. The dim revolving lantern of life continued to consume extraordinary power, and the consumption rate was several times higher than when drawing Xiuxian coffee and suffocating cigarettes.

Because he became stronger.

The higher the realm, the greater the resistance.

When Liang De first entered the white space realm, his self-nature supernatural power could only draw out some extraordinary characteristics that were not particularly powerful.

In the scope of the various realms on both sides of the Jieyuan Konghai, "mortal cultivation" and "suffocating oxygen" are not extremely rare special effects.

Just say the function of defining sleep time and quickly replenishing energy. Looking at the various realms, there are countless foods, medicines, martial arts and techniques that can achieve these two points.

Liang De can make a profit by selling mortal cultivation coffee because it is cheap, safe, reliable and stable. If you only look at the effect of this cup of special American coffee, it cannot be called a top-notch product.

Now Liang De has become a world-original practitioner who has condensed into true nature. His martial arts cultivation is much stronger than before. The self-nature supernatural power will extract extraordinary characteristics that match his own cultivation. Therefore, the resistance transmitted back by the life revolving lantern is much greater than before.

Brother Mo Feisheng's help can only help him sort out his soul memory. He can only rely on his own strength to push the life revolving lantern to turn. Liang De carefully controls the consumption speed of true nature and internal energy, and decisively uses the random selection method.

His consciousness suddenly jumped and fell into the memory before crossing.

Liang De had expected this result. According to the calculation of the air sea time, only about three months have passed since he crossed. Most of the soul information in the life revolving lantern is left by him before crossing. Once the airborne extraction method is used, it will most likely be airborne to the memory before crossing.

It was a summer night.

A high school-aged boy wearing a red Bulls jersey with a black "23" on the back facing the sign of the Northern Theater General Hospital stood at the hospital entrance and thought for a while, then jogged along the sidewalk, preparing to go to the north of Wenhua Road to buy supper.

Liang De in the supply management space thought about what year it was.

He was fifteen years old that year.

Xiao Shaoer didn't get the first place in the final exam for physical education, so he practiced triple jump on the concrete floor during the summer vacation, but accidentally broke his leg.

During that time, Comrade Liang Jianguo and Comrade Li Weihong had to work overtime, so they asked him to stay with the bed in the hospital.

Xiao Shaoer fell hard, and the steel nails on his leg left a scar. He was depressed all day, and asked Liang De to go out to buy food at night.

Later, he learned that Xiao Shaoer always cried secretly when he was out, and even turned over the upper half of the quilt to hold it, fearing that he would see the traces of tears.

Silly girl.

Liang De watched the boy in the No. 23 jersey turn the corner and run to the door of a Korean fried chicken shop.

There should be no Korean fried chicken on Wenhua Road that year, but the boy in the memory picture had obviously been here many times.

He walked around to the back and walked in with ease. He first washed his face under the faucet in the small courtyard behind the store, rinsed his mouth, wiped his face with the hem of his jersey, and stretched out his hand to smell his breath. Then he walked to the frowning black straight-haired girl at the door of the fried chicken shop, bought half a fried chicken, and shamelessly asked her for several more packets of sweet and spicy sauce.

Have the memories of the past been completely integrated?

Let's choose this place.

Liang De stretched out his right hand to the memory picture of the fried chicken shop and casually pressed on the box of fried chicken.

His fingers went straight through.

There was no successful extraction, and no prompt that the target was illegal.

Liang De retracted his right hand in astonishment, and then clicked on several items on the screen again.

Jersey, light tube, chicken wings, sweet and spicy sauce, fried rice cake, thermal display cabinet... None of them could be selected successfully.

This memory was like an illusory shadow, untouchable.

Until the extraordinary power that drove the revolving lantern of life was exhausted, Liang De could not successfully select a single thing in his memory.

He escaped the martial arts soul from the original world and returned to the ward of the First Affiliated Hospital of Huanhai University.

Mo Feisheng had already left, and only a voice echoed in Liang De's ears.

"Your self-nature supernatural power is to extract information from your own life and sublimate it into something extraordinary.

Since you have gained nothing, it means that your self-nature does not think that those overlapping things are your real life.

Zhao Gufeng will go to Baichuan Haiji to attend an academic conference in seven days. I have already told him that you can go to him to use Gangqi Lingfeng to remove the excess soul memory and let go of those things that do not belong to you."

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