No one knows the origin of Mr. Skull, including himself. He has forgotten his identity in the long years... where he was born, where he came from, and in what month and year he came to this world. , He couldn't remember completely, he only remembered that he was much older than the abnormal beings he had seen in this world.

In the vague memory, he can only remember that he came from an ancient and distant era. In that era, there was no civilized world today. There were killings and atrocities everywhere. The moon in the sky seemed to be covered by the earth. His blood was dyed red...

He also dreams from time to time.

Dreaming of the era that made him tremble.

Dreaming of the blood moon that will never go away.

"Inferior life...how can you compare to me..."

Mr. Skeleton seemed to be muttering to himself. The suits on his body were melting at a speed visible to the naked eye. They were like wax continuously dissolving due to the high temperature. They quickly melted into a place of smelly blood, and Mr. Skeleton’s pale skin gradually began to melt. There has been an abnormal change, and the color has become dull and deep red...

Under the eyes of everyone, Mr. Skeleton's body continued to expand, like a balloon slowly inflated by being blown in, his thin and haggard body gradually became frightening...several meters. .....Tens of meters...

However, in just half a minute, Mr. Skeleton’s real body swelled to the height of four or five stories. The **** dark skeleton body exudes a strong smell of blood. The umbrella knife that he regards as a treasure and loves so much. He was firmly held in his hand from beginning to end, and also changed with his changes. The slender blade was covered in layers of rotten blood, but the blade with the width of the index finger became one meter wide and the overall length was longer. It is an exaggerated stretch to nearly ten meters...

When the terrifying **** long knife appeared, everyone felt that the air around them had become depressed, as if the thick blood radiating from it had already affected this space.

"Fuck... how come this old man is bigger than last time..."

Lu Yisheng looked at Mr. Skull in shock. Although he was frightened in that way, his eyes were more excited than afraid of panic, because he could intuitively feel the power of Mr. Skull. ...This powerful aura is far more terrifying than what he showed in Lingxi Mountain!

"Chen Xian... is my friend... you can't harm him..."

Mr. Skeleton is holding the blood-colored long knife, his huge and heavy body is slowly moving, and the ground will tremble every time he takes a step outside, the feeling of oppression like a cloud of blood covering the sky...only The old man was a little breathless.

"What kind of monster are you?" The old man looked up at Mr. Skeleton, his hatchet in his chest, as if he was facing an enemy, "Are you a monster in the legend?"

"magic?"

Mr. Skeleton was stunned for a second, then rolled his huge and terrifying eyes, staring at the old man condescendingly.

"How can that low-level life compare with me..."

Hearing Mr. Skull’s sneer, the old man’s face changed, as if he had noticed something, he suddenly retracted his hatchet and began to move fast in the field. When he ran, there was no sound from the soles of his feet. The only thing he could hear was the sharp wind. Like the wailing when the air is torn...

At this moment, Mr. Skeleton did not start chasing with the movement of the old man.

He stood quietly in place, blocking everyone like a scarlet giant.

If it was in the past, he might directly choose to hunt down that old man, but now... he just wants to protect the humans behind him.

This choice makes Mr. Skull himself a little puzzled. When are these human beings so important to him?

Is it because of Chen Xian's order or because of his instinctive choice?

Why not chase down that **** low-level being?

Mr. Skull was puzzled, his eyes were constantly moving with the old man from start to finish. The amplitude and frequency of his huge eyeballs were horribly high, making people just afraid that his eyes would suddenly fall off.

The old man did not flee the battlefield, which surprised Mr. Skeleton.

Because at the moment when he appeared in his true form, Mr. Skeleton could intuitively feel the old man’s nervousness, but even so, the old man didn’t have the slightest plan to escape. He just moved quickly around the battlefield, seemingly looking for a chance to get past Mr. Skeleton. His rear... his target seems to be Chen Xian!

Suddenly, Mr. Skull's pupils shrank, and without warning, he raised the blood-colored long knife in his hand, as if holding a blunt tool like a giant hammer, and smashed it to the right and front with a mighty force.

Hearing a loud bang, the Scarlet Long Sword instantly smashed the old man who was moving fast, but it was disappointing that it did not kill him directly...Of course, this is also different from the umbrella sword. The change is related, after being wrapped in layers of blood-colored tissue, the blade of the long knife is no longer sharp at all, it really looks more like a long stick in the calculation.

The moment he hit the old man, he sank directly into the ground. The hatchet, which was still indestructible before, was deformed because of the huge force. The blade was bent backwards in a strange arc, and the handle was straight. It was smashed and broken pieces of wood were scattered everywhere.

"Too weak...you want to kill Chen Xian...I can't kill him...why do you..."

Mr. Skeleton was talking in a whisper, constantly raising the blood-colored long knife and falling again, as if he was hitting a nail on the ground with a sledgehammer, its momentum...

Because Mr. Skeleton’s blade is too fast, he can draw a scream that tears the air every time, and when he hits the target, he will make an explosion-like roar, accompanied by this seemingly never With the restless smashing, the ground continued to sink in a large area, and the old man who was attacked by him as the primary target was sinking continuously...

"What kind of abnormal life is he..."

Li Daosheng watched this battle of disparity in strength, cold sweat was already on his forehead, but he didn't know it. Thinking of his words and deeds under the mountain before, he couldn't help but feel a sense of fear in his heart.

If Chen Xian didn't show up at the foot of the mountain, it would be this skeleton-shaped abnormal life that would fight against him...what is his chance of winning? ?

Even if you can win this skeleton, it will be a terrible victory in the end, right? ?

It is obviously impossible to win him without injury and without paying any price!

"Awesome, right?" Lu Yisheng's face was full of Rongyan. Although Mr. Skeleton's face turned pale when he was smashed like a madman, he still couldn't hide the rustling energy. , "My bone brother, my brother!"

"Compared with the last time he started on Lingxi Mountain...he seems to be stronger." Xu Yanan murmured, and couldn't help but curiously asked Chen Xian, "What's wrong with him lately? Why is he practicing so fast? "

Chen Xian didn't say a word, but he had an answer in his heart.

Since Mr. Skeleton got rid of the shackles of the Saw Meat Knife, his relationship with himself is like a friend, but from time to time he still makes some non-separate requests, such as... he needs Chen Xian's blood.

Chen Xian’s blood is completely different from ordinary people’s blood. For Mr. Skull, this is an excellent tonic and the only way to quickly improve his strength. Not only that, these blood is like a key, which seems to be able to open Mr. Skull. Those memories buried deep in the soul.

Therefore, Mr. Skull needs Chen Xian to provide him with his own blood, and Chen Xian relies on his almost immortal self-healing power. In this respect, he is naturally not stingy with Mr. Skull. He will give as much as he wants. ... During this period of time, Mr. Skeleton had asked him in private three times, and the blood he was drawn out was at least about two liters each time.

If it weren't for Chen Xian's self-healing power to work all the time, then Chen Xian would have to be sucked up when he first delivered to Mr. Skull.

At this moment, seeing Mr. Skeleton in the field so vigorous, Chen Xian couldn't help but feel very pleased. It seemed that his blood was not in vain.

Don't you just like blood?

give!

When I go back, I will give you a 20-jin amount so that you can absorb enough!

At this moment, Chen Xian, who was immersed in relief, suddenly realized something, and hurriedly spoke, and hurriedly stopped Mr. Skull’s "violence".

"Don't kill him!! We still use him to help!!"