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White-faced man looked at K who died at his feet.

I glanced at the corpse negator who could not find it, and said, "It seems that the longevity fog is useless to you."

"Changsheng fog?"

Tang Luo said, "Isn't it fungal spores? What's so nice?"

A small mushroom has been drilled out of K's body, in his mouth.

"Ah."

Bai Miannan didn't say anything about Tang Luo.

The dark mist around the maggots, before they knew it, became more intense than before.

That's what the saying goes.

But it really has no effect?

The white-faced man does not believe it, it has no effect, just because the dose and concentration are not enough!

I do n’t use concentration as a standard, but when it comes to talking about effects, they are all playing hooligans.

The radon concentration was so high that he himself was affected.

He does not believe that the monk in front of him will be unharmed!

Tangluo stretched his hands and splayed in front of his eyes twice.

The dark fog around the has already affected sight.

The white-faced man quietly backed away, and was about to hide in the dark mist.

Tang Luo glanced at him without speaking.

If you want to hide, just hide.

He also held a kerosene lantern, was he afraid that others would not know where you were hiding?

The halo of the lantern dangled in the dark fog.

I was like hanging on a swaying boat.

Tangluo brought a burst of black fog to the direction of the lantern. When he approached, he found that the white-faced man had no idea when he had disappeared.

He held the lamp, it was Mike.

Accurately, it was Mick's body.

I stood motionless, holding the kerosene lantern.

Tang Luo shot and directly converted Mick physically, which made her "free".

Hatoju Zhan took up the lantern and Tang Luo slowly walked in the dark mist.

The black mist around the cricket is getting stronger and stronger.

I soon reached the point where I could not see my fingers.

If it is outside the dark fog, you can see the scene inside the terminal.

Tang Luo's space of about three meters is completely shrouded in black mist.

The puppet almost formed a black sphere.

Moves with Tang Luo's movement.

之外 Beyond the black mist, there are white-faced men.

There was a constant flow of dark mist in his wide, draped sleeves.

Maintained the scale of the black mist.

"Give me a circle! I want to see how long you can support!"

White-faced man secretly said in his heart.

As a result, I saw Tang Luo walking straight, let alone circle, the direction was not even crooked.

"how is this possible!"

The white-faced man was surprised, and almost stepped back to show "surprised".

Fortunately, as he gradually approached the wall and almost hit him, Tang Luo's direction of movement finally changed and he went to the right.

Is a bit of a circle around the terminal.

"Ha! It worked! Stupid bald donkey!"

The white-faced man cursed in his heart.

的 The monk's strength just showed him a shock.

I can say so, the two face each other.

He's not the opponent of this monk in white.

But the monk was arrogant and arrogant.

No wonder then.

Once the Changsheng fog has played a role, the balance of victory will begin to tilt continuously towards him.

"You will be my best living bowl."

The white-faced man smiled.

five minutes later.

"Not successful yet?"

的 The black mist emerging from the sleeves of white-faced men's clothes is already quite thin.

Maintained the dark fog around Tang Luo, and became very reluctant.

The "spores" of the longevity mushrooms are not zombies, an unscientific thing like a zombie virus antidote--

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

Then the whole world is affected.

The magpie is in such an environment, it is not sealed, and there is no growing mushroom to gather the spores "side" again.

"Black Mist" will only continuously evaporate.

If the white-faced man no longer tries to maintain it, it will disappear in about five minutes.

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

"It's done!"

The white-faced man was instantly rejoicing.

"no yet?"

唐 There was a question from Tang Luo in "Black Ball".

"What?" The white-faced man stunned and asked instinctively.

"Are there any other moves?" Tang Luo said, "For example, **** back these black mists, eat them, and strengthen yourself."

Will Yan Yan kill Heilongbo?

"..."

"It seems not." Tang Luo tone with a bit of pity.

He folded his hands on his chest, not a ritual Buddha, but a shot.

His clothes screamed in the wind, and the wind spread around him, blowing the Buddha in all directions.

Feisha walked away from the rocks, and the surrounding black mist disappeared and was blown away.

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

Your new sandbag is online.

The white-faced man fierce and then withdrew, and there was no time to do more.

He put a palm on his chest.

"Ok?"

There was a hint of surprise in Tang Luo's eyes.

The touch of the palm emblazoned on the chest of the white-faced man was not the slap on the chest.

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

It was as if I was photographed on an unknown soft mass.

Not only that, but also the power of rebound.

If the power of this slap is 10, I am afraid that the real damage to the white-faced man is below 5.

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

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

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

Like a balloon blown up.

Yes, it's not just about recovery.

Plutonium is expanding.

A moment later, the white-faced man swelled into a little giant more than three meters.

I am not a muscular man.

He is a fat man, like a meat ball.

The broad blue and white robe fit tightly to the body without being torn.

Obviously the same material as the Hulk's pants.

The swollen white-faced man was pulled to the limit.

I have a faint sense of transparency.

Underneath the skin, what is looming is not flesh and blood, but a mass of black matter.

Can't see exactly what it is.

"Ah!" The white-faced man growled and spit out a black venom from his mouth.

Tangluo moved sideways.

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

The bad white smoke was coming out.

When the venom hit the ground, the white-faced man rushed to Tang Luo.

A veritable meatball chariot.

Tangluo didn't shy away, and shot it with one palm.

I patted the white-faced male's bulging body.

I didn't shoot it, instead, Tang Luo's forearm fell directly into the palm of his hand.

The white-faced man rushed forward with Tang Luo.

Tangluo pulled his arm slightly outside as he stepped back, and immediately felt infinite resistance.

Not only that, but also a force of rotation.

It seems that Tang Luo's arm will be severed!

The white-faced man smiled wryly.

Raised his hands.

Originally swelled, she could not touch Tang Luo's hands, but she stretched strangely and grabbed Tang Luo.

This weird way of fighting.

Is completely out of the normal human category.

Unable to escape, Tang Luo, facing this attack, sank and raised his right arm.

The white-faced man swayed, his feet off the ground, and was mainly dominated by Tang Luo's anti-customers, as if raising a child, he completely lifted it.

Then, he slammed **** the ground.

Gravel splash.

A body like a ball, there is no small amount of shock.

And this counter-shock force, through the transformation of this special body, has become the counter-attack force of white-faced men.

Tang Luo can feel that the pressure of compression and rotation from the forearm of the palm is a little greater.

Even if it was a piece of steel, it was estimated that it was twisted into twists.

"This sandbag will not work."

洛 Tang Luo frowned, turning his right hand in the opposite direction of Strangling!

The burst of power instantly exceeded the upper limit of the white-faced man.

A huge wound appeared on his chest.

His swollen body dried up.

As Tang Luo pulled his hand back, with an incredible expression, the white-faced man stepped back and knelt on the ground.

The chest looks like a swirling wound.

I wasn't visceral, nor could I see any bones.

What I could see turned out to be a mushroom.

Goblet of black mushrooms.

A large number of white filamentous substances spread, and the mycelium was densely covered inside the body of the white-faced man.

He replaced his original internal organs, bones.

"Vegetables ... no, mushrooms are fungi, fungi?"

Tangluo looked at the white-faced man, this strange symbiosis, he also saw this for the first time.

No wonder the first time I felt a little soft.

It is not like hitting a normal human body.

The mycelium around the wound spread like a spider's web, repairing the wound of the white-faced man.

“The" fungi man, mushroom man "who evolved from a white-faced man looked at Tang Luo bitterly.

Howling wind blew through my ears.

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

He also held an arm that looked so familiar to him in his right hand.

Lowered his head and looked to his right arm.

From the shoulder position, has been completely torn.

The white-faced man once again showed a terrified expression, and his body fell to the side. UU Reading Book www. uukanshu. com

For the first time, I feel that losing the pain may not be a happy thing.

洛 Tang Luo's arm dried up quickly.

With no mushroom body, the mycelium "dies" quickly.

Lost for half a minute.

Tang Luo's arms shrank into a ball.

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

"In addition to mushrooms, I think my head is also vital, right?" Tang Luo dropped "Mushroom Hand" and looked at the white-faced man and said.

If my brain is replaced by mycelium.

That's not human, but mushroom essence.

Tang Luo has seen a lot of monsters, but mushroom essence ... never seen.

精 It is actually more difficult to make this edible thing fine.

才 I just made a big wish in the morning, and I simmered it in the afternoon, which is common.

"Who the **** are you! Who are you from!"

"The Feng family will not let you go!"

The white-faced man is doing the final struggle.

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

Alas, he had never heard of the person concerned.

谁 Who is this monk?

Why did you target them Feng family?

"The poor monk Xuanzang," Tang Luo said, "from the Daleiyin Temple."

"Xuanzang, Da Lei Yin Temple ..."

The white-faced man tried hard to remember, but could not find the relevant forces from the memory.

"Door, is there a bronze armor?"

Tang Luo's words interrupted the thinking of the white-faced man, "The poor monk intends to continue to practice his hands."

The better sandbags can be found.

Hagiwara thought that with a new one, it was extravagant.

I didn't expect that the new sandbag would not work.