Nearing one’s end.

Lonely graves in the wilderness.

A handsome head with two arms leaned against the tombstone, looking up at the sky in a daze.

"It's hard to be human, and it's even harder to be weird." Lu Tuchang sighed, his tone quiet.

Ever since he had experienced something strange a month ago, he had been out to kill the weird, and he had been so cautious.

Take a shot to change places.

The duck trick on the east side of the lake, the bamboo trick in the bamboo forest in the west, the chicken trick in the mountains in the south, and the black wound trick in the wilderness in the north.

There were strange places scattered around the desolate grave, and he visited them all.

And no more than ten weirdness will be solved at a time.

Never linger too long.

It's not that he doesn't want to kill more, it's that there is a strange entrenchment in every place that turns around in four or five circles, as his special hunting area.

As a result, he can only sneak his hands down.

For fear of killing too much, it will cause the other party to notice.

Secondly, coupled with the fact that the spiritual power in his body is also limited, after casting four or five soul thorns, he has to wait for the spiritual power to recover.

A combination of reasons led him to do this.

As for the recently born ghost skull of the desolate tomb, Lu Tu did not kill.

Because the increased spirituality is too little, it is better to use it for fishing, relying on the ghost skull to attract other strange spirits to come.

In the past month, he has managed to attract a few strange spirits, and he has solved them.

A weak chicken like a phantom skull is weird, and he is born with no cultivation, so he can only see it when he turns into a weird realm.

But that's good.

At least stay here and don't have to worry about other powerful weirdos coming for now.

Today, this kind of spiritual accumulation is slow, but... Win in stability and safety.

In this dangerous world, he is weak and helpless, and he has to rely on these weirdness that is weaker than himself to strengthen himself little by little.

Thinking like this in his heart, Lu Tu glanced up at the sky, and his huge head slowly rose.

"It's about time, it's time to get to work."

After a month of hard work, he has accumulated more than half of his spirituality.

It's almost full, and it's evolving again, becoming a weird and weird,

So don't dare to relax.

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The night is like ink.

Thick clouds covered the sky, deep and vast, with no end in sight.

From time to time, a low roar sounded in the mountains in the distance, and it could be heard from afar.

Ga!!

A pitch-black crow flapped its wings over the graves, and finally swooped down and landed on a dead tree.

The bean-sized bloody eyes turned slightly, and the sharp beak combed the pitch-black feathers from time to time.

At this time, on the wilderness path.

Two black shadows walked briskly from a distance.

At the head was a strong man eight feet tall with an iron shovel in his hand.

Behind him was a bearded man, carrying a dark shadow on his shoulder, his eyes wandering, and his face was a little frightened.

"Wish... Brother Zhu, you won't encounter weirdness at night, right? The bearded man stammered and asked.

"Qiangsan, look at your bird-like appearance." The strong man surnamed Zhu in front of him showed impatience on his face and scolded in a low voice, "We people who practice martial arts, our qi and blood are vast, what are those weird phantoms afraid of?" ”

Hearing this, Qiang San smiled and didn't dare to refute.

Soon, the two came to the depths of the grave.

"That's it, just dig a pit, bury it and we'll leave." I wish the man surnamed a random finger and said one after another.

Qiangsan nodded, threw the corpse on his shoulder on the ground, spit twice into his palm, picked up the shovel, and began to dig the soil.

Bang... Bang...

Just when Qiangsan was digging a pit.

Suddenly, in the lonely darkness not far away, a ghostly light lit up and quickly surrounded him.

Seeing this scene, the man surnamed Zhu flashed his eyes, and his face showed joy.

The weird skulls here in the Graveyard are good stuff.

For a martial artist like him, fighting with him can stimulate the physical body and speed up the flow of his own qi and blood.

In the past, the disciples in the hall often came to kill the ghost skull and hone their qi and blood.

But then, for some reason, there were fewer and fewer ghosts that were originally visible everywhere.

Gradually, no one came.

It's good for him to meet it now.

"You dig a hole here, I'll deal with the weirdness around me." With that, he strode straight to the skull not far away.

In the clearing, Qiang San, who was shoveling soil, turned his head and glanced at it, with some envy on his face.

He also wants to kill the ghost skull and hone his qi and blood.

But unfortunately, his own strength has not yet reached the level of qi and blood, and he cannot play a role in honing.

Just when the two of them were busy separately.

Not far away, a purple glow was watching them.

In the dark, Lu Tu hid and stared at the two quietly.

He had just returned from outside, only to notice that several of his phantom skulls had lost their senses.

I thought there were other strange people coming, so I hurried over.

Unexpectedly, it was a person.

Looking at the strong man who was slaughtering the ghostly skull, Lu Tu's eyes froze.

A white curtain of light quickly appeared above the other party's head.

【Wishing Tonghe--】

[Essence: Terran. 】

[Realm: A heavy change in qi and blood. 】

[Talent: None.] 】

[Technique: Seven Heavens Fist. 】

[Life level: There is a lack of spirit. 】

[Sentence of the proposition: Partial wealth meets comparison and prosperity, and is willing to be a rich servant. 】

"A heavy change in qi and blood?" The corners of his mouth raised slightly, "Heh, the spirituality sent to the door."

As soon as the human race's qi and blood change, it is equivalent to a strange and treacherous realm.

With his current strength tonight, it was completely easy to kill this person by sneak attack.

Then he turned his gaze to the man who was digging a pit.

【Strong Three--】

[Essence: Terran. 】

[Realm: A heavy change in qi and blood. 】

[Talent: None.] 】

[Technique: Seven Heavens Fist. 】

[Life level: There is a lack of spirit. 】

[Sentence of the proposition: Chunmu is full of no Gengbing, and he is poor all his life. 】

After seeing this person's cultivation, Lu Tu's heart became more and more hot.

"People are the spirits of all races, I don't know how much spirituality can be added to solve these two people?" He licked his lips subconsciously, and there was a look of greed in his eyes.

He didn't have any burden in his heart about killing.

Since becoming a cross-over, watching his low-level weirdness be killed and devoured.

And he is not able to resist, even if he hides XZ, it is only after it is difficult to survive.

The desire to live has already extinguished the last trace of his humanity.

He's no longer human, and he's weird.

It's a weird one that wants to try to survive.

Therefore, in this world, if he doesn't want to die, he can only let others die.

Thinking of this, Lu Tu took a deep breath, his breathing talent was running rapidly, and the two spikes between the five fingers of his hands gradually condensed.

The spiritual power in the body worked violently, and a steady stream of it was gathered into the hand.

When the spiritual power is condensed to the extreme.

He raised his hand and shook it violently!

Two barely visible gloom lights flashed in the night sky.

Bang bang!

Not far away, the heads of the two people who were busy with each other were like ripe watermelons, which exploded in an instant, splashing red and white things.

The headless body fell to the ground on its back, lifeless.

The surrounding skulls quickly caught up, gnawing on flesh and sucking the gushing blood.

And in the same place, there was a rich golden glow in Lu Tu's eyes.

"It is worthy of being the head of all spirits, born with a lack of spirits, and the spirituality contained is far more than weird." He muttered in a low voice, his tone a little emotional.

The spirituality gained from killing these two men was almost comparable to his efforts in the last few days.

It's no wonder that all these weirdness tries his best to transform into a human form and have a human body.

Only when the level of life is raised, can the spirituality contained in it have the opportunity to break through to a higher realm.

Lu Tu waved his hand lightly, and a light curtain appeared in front of him.

【Lu Tu - Evolvable】

Looking at the line of fonts in front of him, he was full of emotion.

Instantly, his head moved, and he quickly floated over.

Casually glancing at the two corpses, he fell on the other corpse.

I saw a young man dressed in a black coarse cloth lying on the ground overgrown with weeds.

He is about 1.75 meters tall, with scattered black hair and a handsome appearance, but his lips are slightly thin, revealing a sense of ruthless indifference.

Several large holes were opened in the chest cavity, and organs were faintly visible.

Apparently dead.

"It's a tragic death again, and it's a relief to die." Lu Tu's face was expressionless.

This is a mass grave, and there are often all kinds of tragic corpses.

I've seen corpses cut into pieces before.

He subconsciously summoned evolution, and a light curtain appeared in front of him, glancing at the person.

【Land Map--】

[Essence: Terran (near-death)]

[Realm: A heavy change in qi and blood. 】

[Talent: Heart of the Nightmare.] 】

[Technique: Seven Heavens Fist. 】

[Life level: There is a lack of spirit. 】

[Fateful Sentence: Born Dao bones, the potential of the hidden dragon, and the fate is ill-fated. 】

At this glance, Lu Tu's expression was suddenly startled.

It was the first time he had seen a gifted Terran.

And the rare sentence is also outrageously high.

Born with Dao bones, the potential of the hidden dragon, this is almost a child of destiny, a natural protagonist.

The most important thing is that under this kind of injury, this person is only near death, and he still has a breath.

Lu Tu suddenly became interested.

His gaze fell on the four words of the Heart of the Blood Nightmare.

Immediately, its specific information appeared on the light curtain.

[Heart of the Blood Nightmare: The square inch spirit platform is not destroyed, the vitality is not dispersed, depending on the injury, consume qi and blood, and repair itself. 】

"What a perverted talent." Lu Tu couldn't help but smack his tongue.

This talent is indeed top-notch, and if the heart is not damaged, it will not be completely destroyed.

You only need to consume Qi and blood to repair the injury.

If this person is rescued by outsiders, there may be a chance of survival.

It's a pity that I met him so weird.

In the end, it is still impossible to avoid a bad fate.

Lu Tu shook his head, and the soul thorn in his palm appeared, and he was about to kill it and devour the spirit.

But suddenly.

He was stunned for a moment, recalling his other talent, soul snatching.

It can take the soul of the living and occupy its body.

"If I can occupy this person's body, can I have this Blood Nightmare Heart?" His eyes flickered, and he thought secretly.

After a moment's hesitation, he looked determined.

"Just give it a try, and if you succeed, it's my destiny."

After all, he will also evolve to the realm of possessing a human body in the future, and this blood nightmare heart will be of great use to him.

Thinking like this in his heart, the spiritual power in Lu Tu's body was running rapidly, and he exerted his soul-snatching talent.

A glitter of gold.

In an instant, Lu Tu's originally materialized head gradually turned into an illusion.

At the same time the next second.

He jerked forward, turning into a golden light and burrowing into the young man's eyebrows.