Fist of Fantasy

Chapter 36 The End of the Immortal Road

"So you want to sleep too!" Liang De's eyes sparkled.

Mu Yigui's heart trembled, and he couldn't figure out how Liang De could see through the weakness of his Sleeping Arhat Fist, but he didn't reveal any flaws in his mouth:

"You're right, I really want to sleep, but you're so soft and lifeless, you almost put me to sleep."

Liang De didn't quarrel with him, he just circulated his inner energy and vibrated at a specific frequency.

Mu Yigui immediately felt a tingling sensation on the surface of his Martial Dao Primordial Spirit, and his face changed drastically.

He immediately circulated the Martial Dao Primordial Spirit, using the spirit dog to shake the water to cleanse the Primordial Spirit, and instantly eliminated Liang De's alien internal energy attached to his Martial Dao Primordial Spirit.

"Hahahahaha, now you feel it!"

Liang De just used the Gang Qi Rain to attack Mu Yigui, the purpose was not to hurt the enemy, but to take advantage of this opportunity, under the cover of the Gang Qi Rain, to penetrate a fragment of authenticity and inner energy into Mu Yigui's Martial Dao Primordial Spirit, and use the Golden Snake The rhythm and resonance method of sticking hands.

Martial Dao Primordial Spirit is the core of a martial artist's spirit, energy and spirit. Only a trace of inner energy penetrated is far from reaching the level of golden snake entanglement, domination and interference. Liang Decha finds out the details of Wood Art Rules.

At the moment of resonance just now, Liang De clearly felt that Mu Yigui's mental and physical strength was also rapidly draining, about one-third of his own draining speed.

It turns out that the personal hypnosis of Sleeping Arhat Fist is not without side effects, it is just exchanging injuries with the enemy!

"Hehehe, I have been sticking to me for so long and I haven't seen you play hard, Senior Mu, the person who is really soft is actually you.

Your steel-like-iron body forging method is fake, except for the previous trick of killing in a dream and the current personal hypnosis, you have no other means of attack that can hurt me! "

When Mu Yigui made a careless move, Liang De saw through the details of martial arts, and he said angrily:

"So what! Even if you know the effect of Sleeping Arhat Fist, you won't be able to hurt me.

You have been in the squirrel sink dungeon without sleep for seven days and seven nights, your self-nature supernatural powers can only control the first 48 hours, one for three loss ratio, can you fight me? "

What he didn't say was that as long as the frequency and intensity of Liang De's attacks decreased, allowing him to use the dream-returning method, he would be able to recover his mental and physical strength at a rate of one thousandth of a second. No matter how he thought about it, it was impossible to lose.

"Hehehehahaha." Liang De looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, "That means who is better at cultivating immortals?

You shouldn't provoke me in this field if you provoke dragons and tigers. Gandi is my nickname, and Jinxian is my alias. Don't be cowardly today. Let's see who is the real strongest fighting race in the universe and who is the most powerful fighting race in the universe. He is a real cultivator! "The specialty is a man who works overtime, but only in this field will he never admit defeat!

"Eat me hybrid power output quadruple Realm King Fist for a hundred consecutive hits! Oh la oh la oo la oh la oh!"

Liang De operates four sets of internal air supply systems at the same time, producing energy at four times the power to fill Ren Du's engine with fuel. All the power is poured into his fists, and he punches a red copper-colored domineering machine gun jab like a barrage of bullets. Howling loudly like the upper body, there are always three or four punches in a hundred punches that can hit the black oily skin that is so close to each other.

"Poor poor poor poor poor poor poor weak poor weak poor weak weak poor weak weak poor weak weak poor weak weak!"

Mu Yigui quickly picked up the stalk and confronted each other.

"Ola Ola Ola Ola!"

"Poor poor poor poor poor poor poor weak poor weak poor weak weak poor weak weak poor weak weak poor weak weak!"

After 1 hours.

"Ola Ola Ola Ola!"

"Poor poor poor poor poor poor poor poor poor weak!"

After 5 hours.

"Ola Ola Ola Ola!"

"Poor and weak, poor and weak, poor and weak, poor and weak, poor and weak!"

After 10 hours.

"Ola Ola Ola Ola!"

"Poor and weak, poor and weak... poor and weak... poor and weak... poor and weak!"

After 15 hours.

"Ola Ola Ola Ola!"

"Poor and weak... Poor and weak!"

20 hours later.

"Ola Ola Ola Ola!"

"..."

Mu Yigui staggered, his eyelids were half-closed, and he said weakly, "Stop shouting, I heard you."

"How can you hear me if I don't call you, Ola Ola Ola Ola Ola!" Liang De was full of energy, his voice was still loud, and he could even use a cappella to accompany the dynamic square dance.

"I mean I hear the occasional dripping sound in your stomach, every 2 milliseconds, and you don't have to yell to cover it up."

Mu Yigui dodged to push Liang De away, and sat down on the ground, breathing weakly.

"What the hell is your self-nature supernatural power?"

Liang De stopped his red copper-colored domineering machine gun jab and punched repeatedly, his exaggerated fish-selling expression was retracted, and he calmed down and said:

"Drink coffee to specify the time to fall asleep next time, only sleep for 48 hour in 1 hours, and 1 hour of sleep can restore the mental and physical strength required for 48 hours of activities.

Didn't I tell the senior? "

Mu Yigui said angrily: "Nonsense, except for the time you stayed up late in the squirrel sink dungeon, you didn't sleep for at least 51 hours just now, which has already exceeded the limit you said for staying up late!"

In order to pay tribute, Liang De pushed the non-existent glasses, and said with a sneer:

"When did you have the illusion that I didn't sleep?

The minimum effective dose of the mortal cultivating immortal coffee I made with extraordinary power is 0.01 ml, and the effective condition is to enter the digestive system.

I just generate coffee droplets over the gastric juice, like a timed drip irrigation system, making 2ml of coffee into the stomach every 0.01 milliseconds.

The moment the coffee takes effect, the next time to fall asleep is designated as 1 millisecond later, and then the sleeping body is awakened by Budou Yuanshen 1 millisecond after falling asleep, and the next time to fall asleep is designated with the new coffee that just dripped when waking up, and the cycle is like this. Sleep for 2 millisecond every 1 milliseconds, half awake and half asleep.

As long as the total sleep time of every 48 hours does not exceed 1 hour, my ability will take effect.

Every 48 millisecond of sleep that takes effect within 1 hours will restore mental and physical strength in proportion.

Thanks to my senior, I only found out today that if my mental and physical strength is abnormally lost during this period, I can continue to activate the ability of powerful sleep and continue to recover until the deficiency is replenished.

Senior Mu, you don't have any powerful means of attack, I don't have to worry about being killed in seconds, and the Martial Dao Primordial Spirit remains awake when the body is asleep, so if there is any danger, I can wake up in time.

Then, I just need to control the eye muscles and keep my eyes open.

In the past 51 hours, I have slept 22 hours.

Of the 168 hours in the squirrel sink copy, I slept 18 hours.

It took 3000 years before the devil, looking back on the mortal world, not to be a fairy.

Do you have the strength to fight with the devil emperor Liang De? "

Mu Yigui hesitated: "The ratio is 48 to 1, there is no need to sleep for 168 hours in 18 hours, right?"

"Sleeping is so comfortable, of course I have to sleep for a few more hours."

"That's true." Mu Yigui nodded in agreement, paused and said:

"I didn't expect your time perception to reach the level of 1 millisecond."

"Senior, you have also brushed the copy of the squirrel sink, you don't understand.

Under the pincer attack of the rapidly rising Huangquan pool noodles and the army of kitchen pests, no matter whether it is judging the distance by vision, identifying the position by hearing and smelling, or sensing the wind pressure by touch, it is impossible to take care of all aspects.

I ran away for three days and three nights before I found out that although the surface of Huangquan Pond and various kitchen pests in the dungeon moved quickly and slowly, they were all at an absolutely uniform speed. If you want to avoid most attacks, you have to rely on time and sense matching reaction speed. "

"Yeah, people who live through the squirrel tank will definitely improve their time perception and reaction speed by leaps and bounds, but I didn't expect that you are not inferior to me... I have no regrets, you can do it."

The black oil on the surface of the body and the black mud under the nails gradually disappeared, revealing the true skin color of wheat, and the sloppy appearance became refreshing and sunny in an instant.

His oil refinement was a reward in the copy of Happy Learning, a manuscript full of oil stains, and the author was signed as the owner of Fugui Villa, who seemed to be a martial arts genius somewhere in the other side of the world.

Oil refining Miangang consumes nine roast ducks, fried chicken and a hundred catties of cold-pressed sesame oil every day, which are refined with extraordinary power and applied all over the body.This kind of black oil skin combined with the external scorpion can not only reduce the force and deflect the enemy's penetrating internal force, but also has a miraculous effect on long-range physical attacks such as hidden arrows.

However, the oil refining Miangang is a consumable product, which needs to be refined and accumulated at ordinary times, unlike ordinary Waigang, which can be recovered only by its own internal strength.

Just now he fought a protracted battle with Liang De for more than [-] hours, and the stock was basically exhausted, and the little bit of oil that remained could not prevent Liang De's attack, so there was no need to maintain it.

Liang De raised his left hand, his movements were slow and powerful, unshakable.

(End of this chapter)