The white-faced man looked at the dead K at his feet.

He looked at the corpse chaser who couldn't be found at all over there, and said, "It seems that the immortal mist is useless to you. ”

"Immortal Mist?"

Tang Luo said, "Isn't it fungal spores?" Why do you say it so well? ”

On K's corpse, a small mushroom has come out of his mouth.

"Huh."

The white-faced man was noncommittal about Tang Luo's address.

The surrounding black fog, unconsciously, became even thicker than just now.

That's what the words say.

But does it really have no effect?

The white-faced man didn't believe it, it didn't matter, it was just because the dosage and concentration were not enough!

Those who do not take concentration as the criterion and only talk about the effect are playing hooligan.

The concentration is so high that even he himself will be affected.

He didn't believe that the monk in front of him would be unharmed!

Tang Luo stretched out his hand and slapped it twice in front of his eyes.

The surrounding black fog has already affected the vision a little.

The white-faced man stepped back silently, about to disappear into the black mist.

Tang Luo glanced at him and did not speak.

If you want to hide, you can hide.

You still have a kerosene lantern, are you afraid that others will not know where you are hiding?

The glow of the lantern swayed in the black mist.

It's like hanging on a swaying boat.

Tang Luo brought up a burst of black fog and walked in the direction of the lantern, and when he got closer, he found that the white-faced man had disappeared at some point.

The one carrying the lamp was Michael.

Michael's corpse, to be exact.

Stood motionless, holding the kerosene lantern.

Tang Luo made a move and directly physicalized Mick, which was considered to be "free" for her.

The dove occupied the magpie's nest and carried the lantern, and Tang Luo slowly walked in the black fog.

The black fog around is getting thicker and thicker.

Soon it reached the point where he couldn't see his fingers.

If you are outside the black fog, you can see the scene inside the terminal.

The space with a radius of about three meters where Tang Luo was located was completely shrouded in black mist.

A black sphere was almost formed.

Move with Donlo moving.

Beyond the black fog was a white-faced man.

From his wide hanging sleeves, a black mist kept coming out.

Maintain the scale of the black fog.

"Give me a circle! I'd like to see how long you can hold on! ”

The white-faced man said secretly in his heart.

As a result, I saw Tang Luo walking in a straight line, not to mention going around in circles, and the direction was not even crooked.

"How is that possible!"

The white-faced man looked surprised and almost took a step back to show his "surprise".

Fortunately, as he gradually approached the wall, and was about to collide, Tang Luo's direction finally changed, and he walked to the right.

It's a bit like going around in circles at the terminal.

"Hah! It worked! Stupid bald ass! ”

The white-faced man cursed in his heart.

The strength shown by this monk just now really frightened him.

The two confronted each other, so to speak.

He was no match for the white-clothed monk.

But the monk was arrogant and even "tried the fog with his body".

Then he can't be blamed.

Once the Immortal Mist had taken effect, the scales of victory would begin to tilt in his favor.

"You'll be my best living pot."

The white-faced man smiled.

Five minutes later.

"Still unsuccessful?"

The black mist that poured out of the white-faced man's sleeve was already quite thin.

Maintaining the concentration of black fog around Tang Luo became very reluctant.

The "spores" of the longevity mushroom are not zombie viruses, and the antidote to the zombie virus is an unscientific thing-

A small bottle was dropped on the ground, and in an instant a large piece fell around.

Then the whole world was affected.

In such an environment, it is not sealed, and there is no long-lived mushroom to regather the spores "around".

The "black fog" will only continue to evaporate.

If the white-faced man doesn't struggle to maintain himself, it will dissipate in about five minutes.

At this moment, Tang Luo, who had been walking around, suddenly stopped.

"It's done!"

The white-faced man was immediately overjoyed.

"Isn't that new?"

The question of Don Luo came from the "Black Ball".

"What?" The white-faced man was stunned for a moment and instinctively asked.

"Don't have any other moves?" Tang Luo said, "For example, suck all these black mist back and eat them to increase your strength." ”

Will the flame kill the black dragon wave?

“……”

"It seems like not." Tang Luo's tone was a little regretful.

He clasped his hands together in front of his chest, not to worship the Buddha, but to pat it.

The clothes hunted in the wind, and the wind spread around him, blowing in all directions.

The sand flew away, and the surrounding black fog dissipated and was blown away.

Tang Luo put down his hand, looked at the white-faced man, and nodded slightly.

Your new sandbag is live.

The white-faced man retreated violently, and there was no time to make any more moves.

A palm pressed against his chest.

"Huh?"

A hint of surprise flashed in Tang Luo's eyes.

The palm printed on the white-faced man's chest did not feel like it slapping on his chest.

The feedback from the palm of your hand is the word "soft".

It's as if it's slapped on an unknown mass of soft stuff.

Not only that, but also the power to bounce back.

If the power of this slap is 10, the real damage to the white-faced man is probably less than 5.

The white-faced man took a dozen steps back, barely standing firm.

Tang Luo looked at his hand, and then looked at the white-faced man.

There was a noticeable depression in his chest, but the depression was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It's like a balloon being blown up.

Yes, it's not just about restoration.

It's even more inflated.

In a moment, the white-faced man swelled into a small giant of more than three meters.

Not a muscular man.

It's a fat man, like a ball of meat.

The wide blue and white robe hugged the body tightly and was not torn.

Apparently the same material as Hulk's pants.

The white-faced man after the swelling, his skin is pulled to the limit.

There was a vague sense of transparency.

And under the skin, there was not flesh and blood, but a black mass.

Can't see what it is.

"Ahh The white-faced man roared, and a mouthful of black venom came out of his long mouth.

Tang Luo's body shifted to the side.

The venom fell to the ground, eroding the gravel floor into a small pit.

An unpleasant white smoke came out.

At the moment when the venom landed, the white-faced man had already rushed towards Tang Luo.

A veritable meat bullet chariot.

Tang Luo didn't dodge or dodge, and slapped it with one palm.

Slap on the bulging body of the white-faced man.

He didn't shoot it away, on the contrary, Tang Luo's forearm was directly sunk into it along with the palm of his hand.

The white-faced man rushed forward with Tang Luo.

Tang Luo stepped back and twitched his arm slightly outward, and suddenly felt infinite resistance.

Not only that, but there is also a rotating force.

It seems that Tang Luo's arm is going to be severed alive!

The white-faced man smiled hideously.

Raise your hands.

Originally, because they were swollen, they couldn't touch Tang Luo's hands, but they were strangely elongated and grabbed towards Tang Luo.

This weird and infiltrating way of fighting.

Completely out of the realm of normal human beings.

Tang Luo, who couldn't dodge, faced this attack, his body sank, and at the same time raised his right arm.

The white-faced man's body shook, his feet off the ground, and he was dominated by Tang Luo's anti-guest, as if he was lifting a child, and he lifted it completely.

Then, slam it into the ground.

Gravel splashes.

The body like a leather ball has a lot of anti-shock force.

And this kind of anti-shock power, through the transformation of this special body, has become the power of the white-faced man's counterattack.

Tang Luo could feel that the force of pressure and rotation from the forearm of his palm was a little greater.

Even if it is a piece of steel, it is estimated that it has been twisted into knots at this time.

"It's not going to work with this sandbag."

Tang Luo frowned, and his right hand turned in the opposite direction of the strangulation power!

The power that burst out instantly exceeded the upper limit of the white-faced man's endurance.

A large wound appeared in his chest.

The swollen body also dried up.

With Tang Luo's movement of withdrawing his hand, with an expression of disbelief, the white-faced man took a few steps back and knelt on the ground.

In a whirlpool wound in the chest.

Not the internal organs, and no bones are visible.

What I could see turned out to be a mushroom.

Black mushrooms.

A large amount of white filamentous material spreads, and the mycelium densely covers the inside of the white-faced man's body.

Replaced his original internal organs, bones.

"Vegetative ...... No, mushrooms are fungi, fungal people? ”

Tang Luo looked at the white-faced man, this strange symbiotic ecology, he was also the first to see it.

No wonder the first time I hit it, it felt a little soft.

It's not like hitting a normal human body.

The mycelium near the wound spread, like a spider's web, mending the broken wound of the white-faced man.

The "fungal man and mushroom man" who evolved from a white-faced man looked at Tang Luo resentfully.

A strong wind blew through my ears.

The white-faced man turned his head and found that the monk was already standing beside him.

In his right hand, he also held an arm that looked very familiar to him.

Look down at your right arm.

From the position of the shoulder, which has been completely torn.

The white-faced man once again showed a frightened expression, and fell to the side.

For the first time, I felt that losing the sense of pain was not necessarily a thing to be happy about.

The arm in Tang Luo's hand quickly dried up.

Without the mushroom itself, the mycelium "dies" quickly.

Not half a minute.

The arm in Tang Luo's hand shrunk into a ball.

At first glance, it doesn't look like a human arm, but a mushroom.

"In addition to mushrooms, I guess the brain is also the key, right?" Tang Luo threw away the "mushroom hand" and looked at the white-faced man and said.

If the brains were replaced by mycelium.

Then it's not a person, it's a mushroom essence.

Tang Luo has seen a lot of spirits, but the mushroom spirit ...... Never seen before.

This kind of edible thing is actually more difficult to become a sperm.

It is not uncommon for people to make a big wish in the morning and stew soup in the afternoon.

"Who the hell are you! Which family's people! ”

"The Feng family won't let you go!"

The white-faced man is making his last struggle.

The strength of the monk in front of him far exceeded his expectations.

However, he had never heard of anyone involved.

Who is this monk?

Why did you target them Feng family?

"Poor monk Xuanzang." Tang Luo said, "From the Great Lei Yin Temple. ”

"Xuanzang, the ...... of Da Lei Yin Temple"

The white-faced man tried to remember, but he couldn't find the relevant forces from his memory.

"Donor, are there still bronze armored corpses?"

Tang Luo's words interrupted the white-faced man's thoughts, "The poor monk plans to continue to practice. ”

A good sandbag is hard to come by.

I thought there was a new one, and I had a luxury.

Unexpectedly, the new sandbag is useless.