My martial arts will become an evil god

Since the Vajra Pile Skill was promoted to the third level, those black lines on his body became more and more.

From a rough look, it is estimated that there are dozens of them.

Moreover, these black lines are all often gathered on the chest.

As if it was gestating something.

This is also the reason why he came out of the promotion of the Vajra Pile Kung Fu this time.

He was afraid of any obvious vision or sound.

"promote!"

Fang Ping's gaze was fixed, and he thought to himself.

And following his thoughts, he saw the large black streaks on his chest, twisting and entangled violently in an instant.

Streams of invisible energy were extracted from Fang Ping's strength, flesh and blood, and even spirit.

And his stomach was also wriggling crazily, crazily digesting the food in his stomach, supplementing his body's consumption.

With the appearance of that invisible energy, more and more black lines gradually appeared on Fang Ping's body.

And it became more and more closely entangled with other black stripes.

At the same time, Fang Ping's muscles and fascia were twisting crazily, as if earthworms were crawling under his skin and flesh.

And inside his body, the major organs, including the bones, are also constantly trembling.

Especially his heart.

Because of the method of strengthening the heart and entraining qi, his heart strength is far stronger than that of ordinary people, and it is also trembling at this time.

Even if you look closely, you can find the surface of his heart, which is obviously bigger and tougher than ordinary people.

A trace of black lines also began to appear.

......

Time passed minute by minute.

The vicious and violent sunlight also began to gradually deflect.

And in a remote corner of the riverside park.

Fang Ping was sitting cross-legged on the ground, but he was wriggling under his wide sweater,

As if there was something alive in his clothes.

I saw a painful expression on his face.

But even so, he was still eating energy bar compressed biscuits with big mouthfuls.

The short sleeve he was wearing inside was torn apart by his swollen muscles.

scold!

A solemn but very strange drinking sound sounded.

Fang Ping suddenly collapsed to the ground.

The sweat flowing all over his body directly wet most of the sweaters.

Although his whole body was a little weak, Fang Ping pulled off his clothes immediately.

When he saw the situation on his chest, his pupils shrank slightly.

I saw the black lines on his body intertwined with each other.

There was actually a black-faced fangs formed on his chest, with a grinning grin and a long sharp tongue sticking out, a ferocious head of an angry King Kong.

The glaring King Kong portrait occupied Fang Ping's entire chest.

It looked majestic and solemn, and his expression was full of anger, as if he wanted to wipe out all the evil spirits in the world.

But I don't know if it's an illusion.

From those dark angry eyes, Fang Ping seemed to see endless darkness, howling and despair.

It seems that countless innocent souls are twisting and screaming in despair, turning into clusters of dark and twisted flames that are burning fiercely.

Coupled with the evil image of grinning and sticking out a long sharp tongue.

Fang Ping only felt that the glaring King Kong statue was extremely weird.

"I really practice Buddhist martial arts?!"

Fang Ping had self-doubt again.

Seeing the ferocious image of King Kong's angry eyes, even Fang Ping had already made some mental preparations before.

But there is still some scalp numbness.

This Nima is too wicked.

Why do I feel that if I continue to practice this martial arts, it will be more weird and evil than that evil existence that secretly peeps at me?

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5 Something is wrong with my cheat!

"Not right..."

"If this Vajra Pile Kung Fu became like this because of the evil god modifier, then my other kung fu..."

Thinking of this, Fang Ping immediately turned his attention to other martial arts in the Cthulhu modifier.

"Try it and you'll know whether it's a problem with the skill, or because of the evil god's modifier..."

A gleam flashed in Fang Ping's eyes, and he stood up.

And wait until he stands up.

Fang Ping suddenly felt different.

Not to mention the sharp increase in muscles all over his body, his height has increased significantly.

The original height of 1 meters is obviously half a head taller at this time, and it is estimated to be 73 meters.

Especially at this time, he felt a cool breath flowing in his body.

Even with his thoughts, he can control the flow of this breath.

"Is this internal gas?"

Fang Ping had a look of surprise on his face.

When he was looking for martial arts on the Internet, he heard it in a Taoist health-preserving video.

It is said that those who have really practiced Taoist Kungfu to a certain level will have a kind of breath in their bodies, which is called inner qi.

It can obviously enhance people's various physical qualities.

"I didn't expect that after the fourth level of Vajra Pile Kungfu, the inner energy would be condensed..."

Fang Ping's eyes flickered.

But soon he temporarily put away his curiosity about inner energy.

What he wants to know most now is that other martial arts are improved.

Will there be a vision similar to the evil-eyed Vajra statue of Vajra Pile Kung Fu?

So after eating all the food left in the backpack, he began to improve other exercises.

......

At this time, it was in a remote place on the other side of the riverside park.

A car came and stopped.

Then two people got out of the car and moved a large suitcase from the trunk of the car.

Neither of these two people is very strong, and it is a bit difficult to lift the box.

It seemed that there was something heavy in the suitcase.

"I saw that there was no surveillance around here, so I quickly threw it into the river."

Among them, the man in gray short sleeves frowned with difficulty.

"Damn it, it's a bitch, it doesn't look fat, but it's so heavy when you lift it!"

Another man with a tattoo on his arm also said a little annoyed.

Both of them looked flustered and eager.

Then the two carried their suitcases into the park from this remote place.

But they didn't find out.

At the edge of the suitcase, blood was dripping bit by bit, dripping all the way behind them.

thump!

There was a heavy sound of falling water.

After a little dizziness in the river, it returned to normal and rolled forward.

The two tattooed men threw the heavy suitcase into the river, and after watching it sink, they both heaved a sigh of relief.

After all, they had never done such a thing as throwing a corpse before, so they were still a little stressed.

But now it's finally over.

The tattooed man clapped his hands, and when he was about to turn around and go back, he saw blood stains on his hands.

"Grass, this dog died with blood on my hands."

The tattooed man cursed angrily.

"Forget it, let's go back quickly, leave here first."

The gray-clothed man looked at his blood-stained hands, frowned and said.

But just two steps away, the two saw the dripping blood on the ground.

Looking forward, I saw the bloodstains extending all the way.

The man in gray frowned all of a sudden.

"Brother Six, how do you do this?" The tattooed man looked at the bloodstains along the way, a little panicked.

"how to do?"

"I didn't expect to be found by the police, so I hurriedly found something to remove the blood stains."

The gray-clothed man said a little annoyed.

Then the two got busy again.

......

"really......"

Looking at the box of the evil god modifier in front of him, Fang Ping's eyes darkened slightly, and his expression was a little dignified.

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Host: Fang Ping

Vajra Pile Kungfu (fourth floor), Black Dragon Eighteen Hands (Consummation), Energizing Heart and Entraining Qi (second floor), Flying Crane Fist (first floor), Secret Iron Sand Palm (first floor)

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