The mutation comes from Fang Xiang.

I saw that the skull in his hand suddenly flew up on its own, and a faint green ghost fire suddenly appeared in the hollow eye sockets, and the pitch-black teeth actually 'clicked' up and down, biting directly on Fang Xiang's wrist.

There, a hideous little blue and black snake had spread to his entire palm, and the skull bit it from this position!

Syllable!

There was a subtle popping sound of the veins, and blood surged out like a fountain, soaking the charred skull all over its body, and the bits of red on it were quickly absorbed.

Bang!

The green fire in the hollow eye sockets became more and more vigorous, and a thick black smoke with a burning smell gushed out from the jaw of the skull, even enveloping Fang Xiang.

"Ahh

The sound of creaking bones twisting sounded, and a chill suddenly rose in people's hearts, accompanied by the miserable howl of Fang Xiang tearing, the bonfire in the center of the ruined temple also swayed suddenly, and a little deep green light appeared in the center of the flame.

In the black mist, Fang Xiang's face loomed, and the deep and dim glow in his pupils looked directly at Duan An.

In the blink of an eye, a ghost fire appeared in the ruined temple, and the dim green light illuminated the ghostly atmosphere of this hall, and the stone statue of the Bodhisattva who fell to the ground, the only intact corner of the mouth seemed to become hideous and terrifying.

The night outside the house was a little deeper, and the snowflakes that had been drifting in sporadically were also shivering in mid-air, only the howling cold wind was like the wail of the unjust souls under the Nine Shadows who came to ask for their lives.

For a time, this dilapidated temple looked like an infernal hell.

It's too late, that's fast, and this kind of weird and infiltrating changes are just quietly completed in two breaths.

And in this process, Duan An stood motionless as if he was stupid, but if he looked closely, he could see the dense cold sweat on his face, and he wanted to take the opportunity to kill Fang Xiang in order to prevent future troubles.

But at the moment when the skull flew up, an inexplicable pressure descended on him out of thin air, and the cold like an appendage of bones was wrapped around his bone marrow, and then spread to the flesh and blood of his body.

Duan An's eyes glared angrily, his eyes were about to split, staring at the black mist that kept tumbling, the scarlet in those eyes quietly revealed, and a little red appeared in the temple.

Time seemed to have lost its concept here...... in the strange black fog, there seemed to be a faint voice coming out, but it was not Fang Xiang's voice, it was the murmur of men and women who couldn't distinguish between men and women.

After a while, the voices gradually became more and more numerous, men and women, old and young, and the voices became more and more noisy, and it was difficult to hear what they were saying.

Duan An heard it clearly, it was ......

"Help Me ......"

"Help Me ......"

"Don't kill me......"

All kinds of desperate to the extreme, poignant to the extreme begging for mercy.

It turned out that the first murmur was not the sound of talking, but a terrible howl of pain, but because the voice was too small to be heard.

As the "ghost sound" continued to enter his ears, the string in Duan An's mind became tighter and tighter, as if it would break in the next second, he had almost no room to think, he didn't even dare to think, his sixth sense was telling him that if he turned his brain, the string would be broken!

Duan An's seven orifices flowed bright red blood, and his bare skin was suddenly frozen to turquoise, and his body was trembling and trembling unconsciously.

And at this time, the strange black mist suddenly shrank, revealing the appearance of Fang Xiang inside, which was really very different from the rough man with a face full of flesh and a pair of triangular eyes, and the height of the entire "person" suddenly straightened, almost about two meters.

He looked at Duan An with a painful but extremely indifferent look, but the corners of his mouth pulled out a playful smile, just like a cat caught a mouse, but instead of eating it in one bite, he was curious, grabbing its body and tail to play wantonly.

The whole face was extremely terrifying, and the dense blue-green blood vessels spread at random like the roots of a big tree, and the flesh on Fang Xiang's left and right cheeks suddenly cracked, tearing out four cracks, and the blood-colored eyes were dripping and turning under the flesh.

And far more than that, from time to time, on both sides of Fang Xiang's neck, a male or female face would rush out against the skin, and even rush to Duan An's nose, letting out a silent roar.

In this situation, it looks like the legendary evil spirit has crawled out of the Infernal Hell.

"Assert ......"

Fang Xiang stared at Duan An with three pairs of eyes, a strange smile came out of his mouth, his palms became extremely thick, his skin was dark green, and his nails were black and long, he slowly paced in front of Duan An, stretched out his fingers and poked towards the center of his eyebrows.

It's just that...... At this time, he didn't notice that on the handle of the ghost head knife that Duan An held in his right hand, a touch of scarlet suddenly lit up in his empty eyes.

"Torah—"

The sound sounded like a canvas being torn off, and the world in front of Duan An's eyes suddenly blurred for a moment, and then became clear, as if the mist in his pupils had been wiped away.

The inexplicable pressure on his body and the chill of the appendage disappeared, and the strength and vitality returned to him.

"Duan An!"

Fang Xiang's eyes were suddenly anxious, his tongue bloomed with spring thunder, the sound was so huge that even the snowdrifts on the eaves poured down, and at the same time, the fingers that poked at the center of his eyebrows suddenly accelerated, and he could even feel the touch of the skin between his eyebrows.

At the last moment, Duan An raised his foot and kicked Fang Xiang's knee, who was about to kneel on the ground with a stumble, and that finger left a bloody mark on the young man's eyebrows.

Duan An opened his bloodstained teeth and bit down slightly, while kicking the foot that was on Fang Xiang's knee and straightened it hard, and the big knife on his right hand pointed upwards and stabbed hard into the abdomen.

"Ahh

Fang Xiang squeezed out a painful cry between his mouth, his ferocity was completely stimulated, and his other four fingers suddenly turned into claws, and they slammed into Duan An's cheeks, leaving four deep blood holes.

At this moment, the sharp blade made a sound of cutting cowhide, and stabbed into the abdomen of the direction with a "pop".

"You damn bitch. ”

Fang Xiang's voice sounded from the void, rippling layer upon layer.

"Bang-"

Duan An only felt his head dizzy for a while, but despite this, he still bit Fang Xiang's fingers stubbornly, tilting his head back, and wanted to bite off his entire palm.

Syllable!

Fang Xiang struck Duan An's cheek with his other hand, and the latter's facial bones suddenly sunken, holding the ghost-headed big knife, flew out directly.

Blood spilled in the air, a few broken fingers.

Boom~

Duan An knocked down the incense burner behind him, and the black-gray lime poured onto his body.

A strong wind howled.

Duan An gritted his teeth, his cheeks bulged, and before he could get up, the ghost-headed big knife in his hand was like a butterfly piercing flowers and slashed from all kinds of unimaginable and extremely strange positions.

I only heard the short sound of a series of weapons handing over bells.

Fang Xiang suddenly straightened his arm and wanted to hit the white blade with his empty hand, but suddenly kicked straight at Duan An's abdomen like a ghost, and the latter didn't have time to react, and his whole body slid close to the ground and hit the wall of the lobby.

With a "click", the moss-stained wall was torn apart like a spider's web, and almost at the moment when it touched the wall, Duan An forced himself to turn over and stand up, his pale face instantly turned red, his cheeks bulged, he couldn't hold it anymore, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, mixed with a lot of dark red minced meat.

The young man's black hair was scattered on the sides of his cheeks, and he raised his head and stared at Fang Xiang with a vicious gaze.

"Tut-tut......"

Fang Xiang didn't continue the pursuit, but stood in place and looked at Duan An's miserable appearance, sighing, you must know that he didn't know how many martial artists in the Inner Forging Realm he had killed.

"Give you a way to live, if you don't go, there is no door to hell, you have to break in and die. ”

His expression was almost mad, his face was distorted, and he looked horrible, but his eyes barely retained clarity.

This also caused him to speak with an extremely distorted expression, but he was still able to express his words indistinctly.

If you want to say why this party is so powerful, but when you encounter the unity realm, you always have to sneak away, it is because this skull is not as powerful as you imagined.

In other words, this kind of power is for martial artists below the unity realm, if there is no special means to be around, it is easy to be directly killed by Fang Xiang.

This is also the reason why every direction will escape from the yamen, and generally the imprisoned martial artist, a martial artist of the Inner Forging Realm like him will basically not arrange for the big catcher of the Unity Realm to guard it.

This is also the reason why he can escape every time he wants to enter the black prison, because ordinary yamen will not arrange a head catcher from the unity realm to come to detain Fang Xiang.

In addition, they had a series of measures to make Fang Xiang's bones, qi and blood all broken, and they couldn't function at all.

Every time before being imprisoned, Fang Xiang was swallowed by his skull into his stomach, this thing can be activated as long as it comes into contact with blood, and after swallowing it, it is too simple to activate.

At the same time, this thing will repair the damage of the body, which is the most crucial reason why he can always escape despite all the evil.

Another point is that the disadvantages of this skull are also obvious, first of all, the price of using this thing is very large, it can be said that the skull does not eat Fang Xiang's own blood, but only sacrifices his own aura through blood, of course, he can also sacrifice other people's aura.

At the same time, this thing will also subtly change people's minds, develop in the direction of madness and evil, and the mildest symptoms will become neurotic.

It was for this reason that Fang Xiang didn't want to use this thing, and the cost was too great. Sooner or later, unscrupulous use will become one of the countless unjust souls in this skull.

But...... I can't help it.

"Assert ......"

Now Fang Xiang's appearance is really far from the appearance of the evil tiger, so it is more appropriate to be called a green ghost.

He glanced at the ghost-headed big knife in Duan An's hand with some fear, the knife in this kid's hand was really a bit evil.

Fang Xiang stepped on his feet, and in the roar, this small ruined temple finally couldn't support it and collapsed.

Boom!

A black figure flew straight out of the ruined temple, shattering the wall. Immediately afterwards, a cyan figure rushed out.

The scarlet in Duan An's eyes completely exploded, and he adjusted his body shape in mid-air, and he would even hear his heart pounding at this time, as if the drums of war were beating.

made a jack drop, sank his feet deep into the snow, pulled out long traces of loess, clenched the big knife, and stared at the scarlet pupils that rushed over.

"Choke!"

Duan An's footsteps slipped, and he suddenly appeared behind Fang Xiang as if he teleported, and the ghost-headed broadsword in his hand went around his neck like a finger.

"Yellow-mouthed child!"

Fang Xiang shouted angrily, if it weren't for the fact that his physical body was much harder than before, he would be enough to hit his head just now.

Hearing only a slight "tearing" sound, a blood mark appeared on Fang Xiang's neck, and he saw a red mark as thin as a hair on his neck, and then a circle around his neck appeared, and blue-green blood flowed out.