The man behind the scenes: My entry is so evil that it's crazy

[With the concept of moving mountains and reclaiming seas, the dangers of flesh and blood and the true power will not scare you. ]

[You start practicing crazily. ]

[Day by day, month by month, year by year...]

[In the blink of an eye, ten years have passed. ]

[The true art of flesh and blood is becoming more and more proficient as you practice it. The cancerous flesh and blood under the skin swells again and again, and is solidified again and again. You can feel that the power contained in the flesh and blood becomes more and more majestic. ]

[Nineteen years have passed, and you have been using your flesh and blood to unlock the true power. Tonight is the last day of the nineteen years. ]

[You feel that there is only a thin film separating you from breaking through the third solution state, but you still cannot break through. ]

[You don’t believe in evil and decide to try sprinting. ]

[After nineteen years of accumulation, you broke through the limits of your body and blossomed into a terrifying flower of flesh and blood. A five-meter radius was covered with your wriggling sarcomas...]

Feng Mu opened his eyes suddenly, his whole body covered in cold sweat, as if he had really experienced death.

He subconsciously touched his body and head, looked at the intact clothes and the bed under his butt, and the picture of Flower of Flesh.jpg flashed back in his mind.

Feng Mu thought with lingering fear: "Failed?!"

[The real power of flesh and blood is the second solution (5000/5000)]

The prompt box in front of me flashed (5000/5000), then suddenly melted like running water and turned back to (1/5000).

[Breakthrough failed! ]

[Deduct half of the payment points and return half of the payment points! ]

[The true power of flesh and blood·Second solution (1/5000)]

[Remaining general skill proficiency 12780]

Feng Mu's pupils widened instantly, and 10,000 question marks flashed through his mind: "It's just a failure. If you fail, half of the points will be deducted?"

Feng Mu was heartbroken to the point of vomiting blood, his heart was burning with anger, and he had the urge to pull the system out of his body and beat him up.

[Feedback failure reason…]

[The real skill of flesh and blood begins to break through the three solutions, and the following prerequisites must be met (choose one of the two):

1. Perfection of three levels of martial arts (not yet achieved)

2. Complete skin change (not yet achieved)]

Feng Mu was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head and flipped through the pamphlet in his hand to confirm that these things were not mentioned in it.

"So, deducting half of my points is not in vain. At least the test told me the reason for the failure and prevented me from taking detours next time?"

Feng Mu thought this in his heart, and then ran out to consult his master.

2 minutes later, Feng Mu came back. The answer was a little beyond his expectation, but it was reasonable. Master Li Guishe seemed to have no idea what the prerequisites were for the breakthrough of [The True Skill of Flesh and Blood Begins to Unravel].

In other words, in the past years of the [Ronggui Sect], no one who has practiced [The True Art of Flesh and Flesh Begins to Interpret] has noticed this. They either make breakthroughs and advance naturally and naturally, or they die suddenly and become useless.

People who succeed in making breakthroughs don’t feel like there’s anything wrong with them; people who fail don’t have the opportunity to tell others the reasons for their failure.

Feng Mu thought about it and understood: "This is the reason why evil ways cannot prosper. The small number of people practicing evil arts means that samples are scarce, and it is difficult to draw lessons learned from countless predecessors like upright martial arts."

"Just like [Flesh and Blood Begins to Unleash the True Skill], there may not even be 1,000 people practicing this evil skill from ancient times to the present. This is because the ancestors of the [Ronggui Sect] leaked the skill."

"If the [Ronggui Sect] does a good job of keeping secrets, then people who have practiced this evil skill will be even more rare."

"It's obviously impossible for you to expect this person to have perfected every advanced step in [The True Skill of Flesh and Flesh Jie Jie]."

Feng Mu narrowed his eyes slightly and thought to himself:

"The main reason is that I broke through too quickly."

"It stands to reason that it would take most practitioners several years to break through from the second level to the third level of [The True Skill of Flesh and Blood Beginning]."

"During this period, practitioners use this evil skill to practice other martial arts, and it is easy to meet the prerequisites for breakthrough in a daze."

Feng Mu wanted to understand the cause and effect, and his heart sank back into his stomach when he realized that the master was not deliberately cheating him.

Thinking like this, Feng Mu suddenly felt less painful, and even felt that the money spent was worth it.

"Breakthrough failed → Points deducted → Feedback of reasons... Isn't this equivalent to spending points to improve the technique in all aspects?"

Feng Mu's eyes lit up. The value contained in this, if done properly, would be much greater than a few points.

"There are thousands of evil arts in this world, and most of them have various drawbacks. The biggest drawback is that it is easy to die suddenly during the advancement process." Feng Mu had a vague idea in his mind, "If I can help them advance smoothly, these evil practices will The man in question must be happy to offer a sky-high price, maybe even sell me his life.”

Feng Mu took a deep breath and realized the hidden value of this ability.

He secretly made up his mind: "No, I must not expose this ability. At least until I am strong enough, this ability must be hidden and used with caution, otherwise it will inevitably lead to death or even annihilation of the family."

Feng Mu rationally extinguished the delusions in his heart. He now has far less room to operate this ability.

Glancing back to the bed, Feng Mu picked up a few secret books.

They are [Turtle Shell Skin Changing Skill], [Seven Killing Fist], [Soul Chasing Step], and [Sen Luo Finger].

[Turtle Shell Skin Changing Skill] is a pile skill. When practiced to perfection, one can reach the first level of old martial arts - the skin changing state, and can be counted as a fourth-grade martial arts.

The other three martial arts are all third-grade martial arts.

Coincidentally, it just meets the two prerequisites for the advancement of [Blood and Flesh Beginning True Skill].

There is nothing much to say, Feng Mu started practicing without stopping for a moment, and it was also a good time to try the effect of [Blood and Flesh Beginning True Skill]...

At the same time.

In the basement of a shantytown in the city.

The receiver who has been here for several years in the Corpse Cult finally found this place by following some hidden codes marked on the road.

Dong Dong Dong!

The short but sometimes light and sometimes heavy knocks on the door were transmitted into the house intermittently.

Ten seconds later, the door of the basement was opened a crack, and a dark face appeared in the crack of the door, and the bloodshot eyes looked outside.

"It's me, just me." The receiver reported his identity.

The receiver walked into the house, and there was a musty smell in the basement, which covered the fishy smell in the air.

The purchaser took a look at Dark No. 2, whose left arm was broken at the root and wrapped in a layer of rags. It was obvious that it had not been professionally treated, and the bandaged wound was rotten.

"What happened, where is Zhang Hao?" The receiver frowned, took out an injection needle from his pocket and threw it over.

Dark No. 2 took the injection needle and stabbed it into his arm without hesitation.

As the black liquid was pushed into the wound, a circle of black ice chips appeared on the wound visible to the naked eye, and a circle of black granulation quickly grew on the edge of the rotten flesh.

The granulation was a deformed bone, and the surface of the bone was covered with black blood vessels like vines, which were growing wildly and entangled with each other.

After a while, a deformed arm grew out again. The arm could not distinguish between flesh and bone, and looked like a twist of bone and flesh.

Dark No. 2's face was bulging with veins, and he was obviously in severe pain. He clenched his palm slightly, and slippery pus oozed out of his palm.

"The church's technology for physical regeneration is still not perfect. The injection I just gave you is the latest achievement. It can last for a month, but you will always feel the pain of your arm being twisted. Just bear with it."

The receiver explained a few words, took out a sketch from his pocket, slapped it on the table, and asked,

"What's going on? I saw several wanted portraits of you along the way."

Dark No. 2 endured the severe pain, grabbed an ant stick from the wall, scraped off a layer of black and greasy corpse with his fingernails, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed slowly.

While chewing, he took out a piece of paper from his pocket, on which were lines of words written crookedly like ants...