My Martial Arts Will Become An Evil God!

in a hotel room.

Fang Ping quietly observed the residual painting.

With a light touch of the finger, a trace of the power of the evil abyss disappeared into the residual painting along the finger.

Gradually, as more and more Xie Yuan's power disappeared, this residual painting seemed to begin to emit a faint wave.

huh~

call!

buzz

Along with the obvious and violent fluctuations, there seemed to be a gust of wind in the entire room.

In a trance, a mirage seemed to appear in Fang Ping's mind.

Above the vast sea of ​​​​clouds, a figure who is free between heaven and earth rides the wind up to nine days, peerless and independent, and walks in the wind.

Countless fierce winds swept across his feet and behind him.

A gust of wind seemed to be ravaging and destroying Fang Ping's soul.

It even made his soul feel a little tingling.

But seeing those raging winds, even if the soul was tingling faintly, Fang Ping was still a little fascinated.

There seems to be some kind of mysterious trace in the tracks of the wind blowing.

Seeing the countless gusts of wind swept across the sea of ​​clouds, Fang Ping seemed to have comprehended, but at the same time, it seemed that he had not comprehended anything.

A very mysterious feeling came to mind.

With this mysterious feeling like an epiphany, it gradually became stronger. The tingling that 680 Fang Ping's soul felt was getting stronger and stronger.

Like a knife, it was constantly scraping at his soul.

"DEF..."

The next moment, Fang Ping gasped in a breath, and immediately broke away from that mysterious feeling.

He pressed his eyebrows with pain on his face.

After a while, the pain in Fang Ping's soul subsided.

"..."

"I want to see, what kind of secrets are you hiding in here?"

"It can make my soul feel such severe pain..."

Fang Ping stared at this residual painting with flickering eyes, and his eyes were very interested.

He had a faint feeling that there was indeed a powerful secret technique in the mysterious trajectory of the gust of wind.

As long as he can immerse himself in the mysterious feeling, it can last a little longer.

Maybe he can reach the secret magic hidden in these winds.

But in that state, these gusts are also raging and attacking their souls.

At present, it seems that his soul strength is not enough.

Thinking of this, Fang Ping's gaze (ajdj) turned to his Cthulhu modifier.

Host: Fang Ping

Martial arts: Four Secrets of Burial (first floor), Blazing Thunder Dragon Body (8th floor), Desolate Poisonous Demon (9th floor), Secret Record of Xieyuan (1st floor), Eternal Night Prologue (Dacheng)

Origin quality: 3520

Eternal Night Prologue is a living martial art, when he came back from the alliance country.

He has already used his own desolate poisonous evil to raise to the realm of Dacheng.

His strength at this time has reached at least the level of the core realm.

The desolate and poisonous energy in the body, although the improvement of the existing martial arts is not enough.

But it is enough to improve the living martial art of the prologue of the eternal night.

After all, this is just a way to advance to the core realm.

But as the realm of Eternal Night Prologue has risen to the realm of Dacheng, he vaguely felt that this living martial arts is not too suitable, um, it is not unsuitable.

Mainly because he can feel that the more he cultivates this living martial arts.

The connection with the goddess of the night is getting closer and closer.

And this Eternal Night Prologue is cultivated to the end, and it can condense a second-class godhead that is in the same vein as the Goddess of the Night.

But in this case, because of the existence of the Godhead this time.

When the real body of the goddess of the night arrives, he will probably suffer some constraints.

After all, this living martial art was born out of the goddess of the night.

Who knows, did she leave behind anything in it.

Judging from the fact that at this time, it was only Dacheng that he had already been in touch with the goddess of the night.

This possibility is very high.

Fang Ping wouldn't let this happen, so he didn't plan to condense his godhead, but prepared to improve his other exercises.

Let them devour this living martial arts.

After all, the exercises that I have improved and deduced along the way are more reliable.

And if you want to increase the strength of the soul, it is the fastest to improve the realm of the secret record of Xie Yuan.

B...

"The energy is still not enough..."

Fang Ping rubbed his brows with a headache.

Although he has let Wanchong go abroad to build nuclear power plants and store energy.

But it also takes time.

And his strength is improving too fast, and the demand for energy is too great.

"Is it really necessary to directly use the source quality to improve the realm of martial arts..."

Fang Ping frowned and whispered.

And when Fang Ping frowned and thought hard.

Strange changes are slowly taking place all over the world.

Whether it was Becky, the former Congregational Order, or the Tower of Death, Merrill, the goddess of the night.

They all said that the world has been twisted, and it will not last long.

And now, their prophecy is being fulfilled.

The vortex of the virtual world under the black abyss is already shaking gradually.

At the same time, when the domain-level Void Spirit attacked again and wanted to expand the Void World Vortex.

The power of the world that appeared, and the resistance to the ethereal spirit, became more and more weak.

Even, such a change is not just Heiyuan.

In every country in the world, those places that exist similar to Heiyuan have also undergone such changes.

Those warriors above the virtual level clearly felt the attack and pollution from the virtual spirit, becoming more frequent and difficult to resist than before.

This gradual and obvious change has attracted the attention of various countries and those who are strong.

And, as these changes occur.

It's not just these warriors above the virtual level who are in trouble.

More dangerous are those ordinary people.

Sanxiang Province.

In a male dormitory of Sanxiang University.

"what!!"

Xu Hai, who was sleeping soundly, suddenly woke up.

I saw that his face was very pale, his spirit was extremely sluggish, and his head was covered in cold sweat.

At this time, it suddenly seemed like I remembered something.

I saw Xu Hai suddenly picked up the phone, pressed the screen to light up, and aimed directly at his arm.

The next moment, his face instantly became even paler.

The look on his face also became extremely fearful.

I saw it, under the light of the mobile phone screen.

His hands were densely covered with green spots.

It was as if green sesame seeds had grown out of the countless pores on his arm.

It is all densely packed, and it is terrifying to look at, and the scalp is numb.

Especially at his wrist.

On these long green spots, there are also green fluffs that twist slightly.

It's like the iron worm that sometimes burrows out from behind the mantis's ass.

Creepy!

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