My martial arts will become an evil god

But he didn't dare.

Because when he was about to click to upgrade, he felt extremely palpitating.

As if to keep clicking, he will die.

And after the three promotions just now, his Vajra Pile Kung Fu has been promoted to the current second level directly from the beginning.

At the same time, he also understood the price of the Cthulhu modifier upgrade.

One's own energy, vigor, and even spirit.

In the few promotions just now, he has eaten up all the food he can find.

If he continues to improve now, I'm afraid the whole person will be directly sucked dry.

But thanks to his second-tier Vajra Pile Kung Fu.

He could feel that the malice that peeped at him was reduced by more than [-]%.

This proves that he was right.

As long as he continues to improve and become stronger, he will be able to get rid of that malice sooner or later.

Or... just shred it!

A flash of violence flashed in Fang Ping's eyes.

Although the previous life was somewhat unsatisfactory, it was generally peaceful, and the ordinary life did not arouse the violence hidden deep in his heart.

But this time.

After this kind of life and death can't help oneself, powerless despair.

Deep in Fang Ping's heart, he couldn't help but feel violent.

"No matter what you are, if you want to kill me...I will kill you!!"

Thinking of this, Fang Ping involuntarily clenched his fist.

He had just recovered some of his strength, and his muscles became more obvious when he clenched his fist.

But at this moment, more than a dozen black lines appeared on his skin.

It looks like a tattoo, but it looks even weirder.

Fang Ping flexed his muscles slightly, and those black lines even moved on his skin, like a living thing.

Very weird!

Seeing this scene, Fang Ping was puzzled.

"Shouldn't this Vajra Pile Kung Fu be an authentic Buddhist Kung Fu?"

"Why does this kind of thing appear on my body after practicing?"

These black lines appeared after his Vajra Standing Skill was upgraded to the second level.

Although it looks very strange, Fang Ping can feel that they are not harmful to him.

"It stands to reason that Buddhist kung fu such as Vajra Pile Kung Fu should not have such weird things."

"In this case, it can only be because..."

Thinking of this, Fang Ping looked at the evil god modifier box in front of him.

Look at that spooky and sinister pattern in the background of the box.

The pattern seemed to have turned into a ferocious evil god, laughing silently at him.

"It doesn't matter, the most important thing is to live now..."

Shaking his head, Fang Ping didn't think about these things any more.

Although this evil god modifier is exactly the same as the modifier in the Cthulhu page game in his previous life.

But who knows if there is any change in the real it after time travel.

For example, until now, he still doesn't know.

In the box, what is the function of the "source quality" displayed under the Vajra Pile Kungfu.

So, Fang Ping continued to search for various martial arts on the Internet.

......

The sky outside the window gradually darkened.

Time soon came to the evening.

However, the number of pedestrians on each street and roadside has not decreased in the slightest.

The shops on the side of the road became more lively as night approached.

But Fang Ping in the room was frowning all the time.

"All these skills on the Internet are all fake..."

No, perhaps it should not be said to be false.

It should be said that basically all of them are incomplete.

So much so that after watching the explanation video, most of those kung fu could not be displayed on the Cthulhu modifier.

They are all just some very superficial moves, but there is no matching breathing method and exercise method.

After searching for such a long time.

In Fang Ping's evil god modifier, there were only two more exercises.

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Host: Fang Ping

Martial Arts: Vajra Pile Kungfu (Level [-]), Shaolin Hard Qigong (Beginner), Strengthening Heart and Entraining Qi (Beginner)

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Shaolin hard qigong is learned from a video of a monk performing hard qigong.

The method of strengthening the heart and entraining qi was learned in a Taoist health-preserving video.

Because he was afraid that it would consume too much all of a sudden, he only raised these two exercises to the entry level.

"It's no wonder that those boxing and kicking skills are getting lost more and more, and the Buddhist and Taoist families will release some real things at least..."

Fang Ping complained slightly in his heart.

Of course, he also knows that there are many factors for the loss of boxing kung fu.

He just complained a little unhappy because he didn't get more exercises.

hum-

But right now!

Fang Ping's face suddenly became extremely serious.

His eyes were full of vigilance and fear, and he looked around.

Cold, bloodthirsty, chaotic...

An extremely naked, undisguised malice appeared instantly.

Completely surrounded Fang Ping.

whee......

A strange, distorted laugh suddenly sounded in his ears.

The laughter was so weird that one couldn't help but feel like going mad with confusion.

It's just that before the sense of chaos spread in Fang Ping's heart.

babble~

He felt as if something had licked his left cheek.

In an instant, his entire left face suddenly lost consciousness.

A cold and strange force drilled into his body along his face.

A more intense danger came instantly.

Fang Ping was like a frightened hedgehog, his eyes widened and he turned around.

"Get out of here!"

With fists in both hands, they hit directly towards the left rear side.

With the agitation of his strength, those free black lines on his skin all of a sudden gathered towards his fist.

The first punch fell through.

It seemed to hit the air directly, without hitting anything at all.

But with the follow-up those black lines poured into his fist.

His second punch landed on a cold, hard invisible object.

"what!!"

A strange scream sounded in an instant.

3 boost!

After screaming.

That intense danger disappears.

But the lingering malice always haunted him like a tarsal maggot.

"call..."

Fang Ping exhaled lightly.

He knew that that thing should have been repulsed by him for the time being.

But it was still staring at itself, not knowing when it would come out to attack itself again.

At this time, Fang Ping felt that his face was getting stiffer and stiffer.

Most of the face, including the left side, doesn't seem to be his.

Walk quickly to the bathroom and look in the mirror.

Fang Ping's eyes froze.

I saw a very distorted and weird expression on his face in the mirror.

His face seemed to be split in two.

The part of his face that was still under his control was a heavy expression.

And that part of the face that was out of his control had a distorted expression that seemed to be a smile but not a smile.

With a blunt and twisted expression, there was no anger in the slightest.

Even the muscles on half of the face under that weird expression were still beating faintly.

It seems that those muscles don't want to continue to attach to the face, and they want to separate and separate from each other!

"Damn, what's going on? What the hell is that thing?!"

Seeing the appearance of his own face, Fang Ping's eyes showed a hint of horror.

Just being touched, his face became like this.

At this time, it seemed to remember something.

Fang Ping took off the clothes on his upper body.

The muscles on his body bulged slightly.

Those dozens of strange black streaks reappeared on the skin.

"It was because of these black lines that I was able to hit that thing. This thing should also have an effect on my face, right?"

As he controlled his muscles, those strange black lines gradually converged on his uncontrolled face.