After speaking, Wu Chong raised his hand again and slashed the wall next to him.

The huge force was shocked, and his arm was numb.

The knife slashed on the wall, just like slashing on the alloy steel plate, and there was not even a trace left, which is not normal no matter how you look at it.

"Brute force is definitely not good, you need to change your way of thinking, don't treat them as living things."

Xu Zhou said the method he knew.

"To deal with them, it is difficult for ordinary martial arts to be effective, and the only way is to use the 'same kind'."

"The same kind?"

"These pollutants are like evil things that have been eroded by high-level life, and it is difficult for us ordinary people to penetrate this boundary with the power they have."

Xu Zhou said.

This is actually very easy to understand, it is the power fault.

Whether it is a pollutant or a night demon, they can be regarded as the corrosive bodies of high-level life, and their essence is no longer at the level of human beings.

One is the power inside the painting, and the other is the power outside the painting.

This is the essential difference between humans and these pollutants.

"Isn't this a ghost? Since it's a ghost, it must have changed after the death of a person with resentment, and this old guy doesn't know how much resentment he has accumulated during his lifetime, and it has become such a terrifying thing. ”

Er Mazi trembled, and he found that the 'old shopkeeper' with the oil lamp was struggling more obviously, and he estimated that he was about to get out of trouble.

Now that they can live, they completely rely on Xu Zhou's strange sword power to affect each other, if this monster is allowed to get out of trouble again, Xu Zhou in this state will definitely not be able to cover it, so he can't help but get anxious.

"Hey! Ghosts. ”

This time, Xu Zhou didn't bother to talk to Er Mazi.

He can see that in this group of mountain bandits, this leading guy is a little capable.

Others......

Waiting for dead waste.

"What do you mean by being of the same kind?"

Wu Chong opened his mouth to ask, and the evil thing that had become the old shopkeeper moved twice.

"You're practicing demon skills, right?"

This is the main reason why Xu Zhou talked nonsense for a long time.

Because he sensed a similar power in Wu Chong's body, to deal with pollutants, only demon skills were possible. He is now seriously injured, and the only thing he can hope for is this mountain bandit leader who has some demonic aura on his body.

"Demon skills?"

"You don't know?"

Xu Zhou was a little surprised.

It stands to reason that there is no way to access such a precious exercise as demon gong without some energy behind it. However, he didn't have the heart to get to the bottom of it now, and seeing that Wu Chong didn't know, he explained carefully.

In this world, there was no demon skill in the beginning.

At first, it was just a simple martial arts world, until one day a great change appeared. The world suddenly has two things: the Night Demon and the Pollutant. In order to survive, some smart people learned these two types of things to improve their martial arts, which is the origin of the original demon skills.

"I'm practicing Aoki Gong."

"It can't be Aoki Gong, I don't know how powerful ordinary internal power is? What you practice is demon skills, and this breath can't be wrong. ”

Xu Zhou said affirmatively.

"Demon Gong is a special internal skill transformed by human beings imitating night demons, and only people with physique like us can cultivate it. Ordinary people practice, that is to find death! “

Ordinary people can't practice?

Wu Chong was shocked, but quickly reacted. This restriction should not exist for him.

There should be no so-called physique in his body, but he can't stand the 'panel', in front of the panel, what physique qualifications and the like are floating clouds, as long as he has enough experience, he can add the iron cloth shirt into the golden body of the Buddha.

"See this old man?"

"Do you think he's stupid?"

Xu Zhou pointed to the trapped old shopkeeper, and the oil lamp began to flicker again.

"The pollutant is not as good as the Night Demon, it was just a dead thing before it changed, since it is a dead thing, it does not have the thinking that life has, and all the rules of action are very rigid."

"Stiff ......"

Wu Chong looked at the trapped old shopkeeper, recalled the previous actions, and roughly guessed.

"You don't think of it as a living thing, from another point of view, you will find that it is actually very similar to a puppet, it will only act according to its own way of acting, there is no fear and no thought, some are just the established way of acting."

Established procedures?

Such a thought popped up in Wu Chong's mind.

Contaminants are certainly not a program because it is not lethal.

"It's actually very easy to deal with this kind of thing, you just need to break his established behavior to make him stop, and that's what I did before."

Speaking of which, Wu Chong also understood.

The power that can invade pollutants and destroy the logic of his actions is demonic power.

Only homogeneous forces are not excluded.

"Blocked?"

"That's a good word."

Xu Zhou is very satisfied, talking to smart people is to save trouble.

"No matter what form of pollutant it is, there is one thing in its core rules, that is, diffusion and phagocytosis, in addition to their unique rules, I have met a pollutant before, his logic of action is smell, as long as you have the smell of sweat on your body, it is the target of its attack, the limit range is ten meters, I found its rules, so I jumped into the river and escaped."

"So what you have to do now is stop this old thing from cooking."

"Can only be stopped? Is there an easy way to solve the problem? For example, the method of killing these pollutants directly. ”

"You can't kill it."

Xu Zhou shook his head.

Wu Chong was disappointed.

This answer did not make him feel very satisfied.

It can't be done once and for all, it represents a ubiquitous danger, think about the gangs and the court in this world, it is definitely impossible to have this way, otherwise the power will not be able to maintain. Those must have known the power he didn't yet grasp. But judging from the information I have been in contact with now, I guess that's it.

This Xu Zhou is probably not a big person, and there is only so much information he knows.

"Last question, how do you know that I practice demon skills?"

"I can see it."

Xu Zhou pointed to his eyes and said.

"Because we're of the same kind."

"The same kind?"

Wu Chong frowned, he didn't feel any difference in himself.

If Xu Zhou didn't lie to him, it meant that since he started cultivating demon skills, there had been some changes in him that even he didn't know about.

Uncontrollable.

This is Wu Chong's least favorite.

"In the dark, people can always find a place with light at first sight, and you are in this state for me now."

"How?"

Wu Chong lost the idea of talking nonsense with Xu Zhou, the oil lamp was beating faster and faster, and if he didn't solve it, it was estimated that this guy would wake up.

"Run the demon skill into the palm of your hand and crush the wick."

As soon as the words fell, Wu Chong's gaze fell on the oil lamp.

Boom!

At this moment, the 'old shopkeeper', who had not moved, suddenly trembled, and the oil lamp in his hand contracted suddenly, and the light suddenly faded.