After all, it is not the time to travel west.

You can output without brains and can't kill the opponent, but it's because the output is not huge enough.

Tang Luo's injuries are not healed now.

I have to be more careful.

It is necessary to consider, just like exerting stronger combat power in limited strength.

Such things cannot be realized by staying alone in the room and thinking about things.

It is necessary to practice to produce true knowledge.

It's not easy to find a target.

The bronze armored corpse around him is considered one.

So, Tang Luo caught him and practiced his skills.

The effect is not satisfactory.

He shook the bell in his hand hard again, but the copper armored corpse still had no response.

The corpse-driver kept raising his head slightly lowered, and he could vaguely see his fierce eyes.

"Amitabha." Tang Luo pronounced the Buddha's name to express his identity, "If the donor doesn't have his eyes, he can donate it to those in need."

A little persuasion.

Maybe the other party will become a Buddha on the spot?

There must be dreams.

"Oh……"

The corpse-driver just laughed and did not continue to ring the bell, "What did you do to my copper armored corpse?"

"The donor said this?"

Tang Luo looked at the bronze armored corpse, "I let him be free."

As he said, the copper armored corpse around him suddenly turned into a pile of powder and fell to the ground, as if it had been cremated.

The corpse-driver's eyes widened and he couldn't help but take a step back.

Almost hit K who shook his head behind him.

If someone can hurt the copper armor corpse, or even cut it, tear it apart or something.

The corpse-driver will not be surprised.

Although the bronze armored corpse is said to be "inseen by swords and guns, and inviolable by water and fire."

But it also depends on the raw materials and the methods of the corpse refiner.

The corpse-driver, the bronze armored corpse, was only to a certain extent inseparable from swords and guns, and was invaded by water and fire.

But, even if it is only "a certain degree".

It is impossible to be directly "turned into" ashes by others.

It's not burning with high temperature flames.

The other party was obviously just fighting with the bronze armored corpse, and he looked for opportunities to take pictures of it from time to time.

Can slap the face make such an effect?

Iron sand palms don't have this power either.

"Monk, what kind of kung fu have you practiced?" asked the corpse-driver. His emotions were stirred up and his speech was silent.

"Tathagata's Divine Palm." Tang Luo said.

"Tathagata's Divine Palm..."

The corpse-driver whispered, as if he wanted to completely remember this skill that could beat copper armored corpses into powder.

"Then, I hope the donor will last longer than the zombie."

Tang Luo took a step forward.

A gust of cold wind blew.

The moonlight suddenly became much darker, and the air suddenly shrouded in a faint black mist.

Tang Luo stopped and looked to the right.

The corpse-driver also looked in the same direction.

Then, he immediately knelt down, knelt on the ground, and shouted loudly: "Welcome to you!"

At the terminal, there was a gust of cold wind.

One more person.

A white-faced man who was soaked in the water for three days and three nights was holding a kerosene lamp in his hand.

This man was wearing a green robe, and there was a character embroidered on his left chest that looked like a pattern.

For the walking of gods and demons who are well-versed in their own language.

It can be easily seen that this is the word "Feng".

Feng from Fengmen Village.

The black aura spreading from the broken arm of the corpse-driver completely restrained.

The white-faced man ignored the corpse-driver and his eyes kept circulating on K and Tang Luo.

"Sir?" the corpse-driver spoke carefully.

"I want it." said the white-faced man.

"yes!"

The corpse-driver immediately climbed to K and sucked some black gas from K.

At the same time, I was secretly glad that I didn't really refine the person in front of me.

Otherwise, I might become the "soil" of "Yellow Mushroom".

The raging corpse gas in the body was taken away.

K gradually recovered, his limbs were still weak, but at least he was not dizzy.

If you don't dizzy, you can see a white-faced man in front of you looking at him.

That look made K get goosebumps all over his body.

It's not fear, but chills.

The white-faced man had joy, love, and joy in his eyes, which showed his satisfaction and love for K.

But this kind of liking is not something that people like.

More like the butcher looked at the fat pig waiting to be slaughtered, and thought that the pig was very suitable for both size and size, no matter how big or thin it was.

After slaughtering, you can make a lot of money, whether you sell it for money or eat it yourself.

K felt that in the eyes of the white-faced man, he was a pig waiting to be slaughtered.

His teeth were uncontrollably hitting up and down.

The spirit was on the verge of collapse, tempting frantically.

The gods and demons who had experienced several missions and struggled on the brink of life and death were walking.

K also didn't understand why he was so scared and scared.

The emotions that could not be restrained were surging like tides, impacting the dam of rationality.

All of my previous experiences, experiences, and accumulations were fed to the dogs.

"Let me go..."

K stammered.

"Be good." The white-faced man smiled and reached out to touch K's head, as if he was stroking a pet dog, "I won't kill you."

Hearing this sentence, K relaxed his whole body.

Almost lying on the ground.

Won't kill him?

What a beautiful word.

"However, only one of you two can live." The white-faced man suddenly pointed at Tang Luo and said with a smile.

K's expression of gratitude was stiff.

What's the meaning?

Only one can live.

Why do you ask such a question?

Do you still need to ask this?

"I! I! I am willing to surrender!" K almost roared.
To be continued...