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

He looked at the corpse-driver who was completely unavailable there and said, "It seems that the fog of immortality is useless to you."

"Eternal Misty?"

Tang Luo said, "Aren't it fungal spores? Why do you say so nicely?"

A small mushroom had already emerged from K's body and in his mouth.

"Oh."

The white-faced man is uncommon to the title of Tang Luo.

The black fog around it became even more intense than before.

That's what I said.

But it really has no effect?

The white-faced man doesn’t believe it, it doesn’t have any effect, it’s just because the dosage and concentration are not enough!

Those who do not use concentration as the standard, just talking about the effect are all hooligans.

If the concentration is high to a certain extent, even he himself will be affected.

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

Tang Luo reached out and slapped her in front of her twice.

The black fog around has already affected the line of sight.

The white-faced man retreated quietly and was about to hide in the black fog.

Tang Luo glanced at him and said nothing.

If you want to hide, just hide.

I was holding a kerosene lantern, because I was afraid that others would not know where you were hiding?

The halo of the lantern sways in the black fog.

It's like hanging on a swaying boat.

Tang Luo brought up a fog of black fog and walked towards the direction of carrying the lantern. When he approached, he found that the white-faced man had disappeared at some point.

The one carrying the lamp was Mike.

To be precise, it was Miko's body.

Standing motionless, holding the kerosene lantern.

Tang Luo took action and directly physically transformed Mick, which was considered to have "freed" her.

The magpie's nest was occupied and she held the lantern, and Tang Luo slowly walked in the black fog.

The black fog around it is getting stronger and stronger.

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

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

The space in which Tang Luo is located is about three meters, completely shrouded in black fog.

Almost a black sphere was formed.

Move with Tang Luo's movement.

Beyond the black fog, there is a man with white face.

Black fog kept popping out of his wide hanging sleeves.

Maintain the scale of black fog.

"Go around in circles! I want to see how long you can hold on!"

The white-faced man said in his heart.

As a result, I saw Tang Luo walking in a straight line, let alone going around in circles, the direction was not even a little tilted.

"How is that possible!"

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

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

It's a bit like going around the terminal.

"Ha! It works! Stupid bald ass!"

The white-faced man cursed in his heart.

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

It can be said that the two faced each other head-on.

He is no match for this monk in white.

But the monk was arrogant and actually "tested the fog with his body."

Then he can't blame him.

Once the fog of immortality takes effect, the balance of victory will begin to tilt towards him.

"You will be my best living basin."

The white-faced man smiled.

Five minutes later.

“Not successful yet?”

The black mist that surged out from the white-faced men's sleeves was already quite thin.

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

The "spores" of the Changsheng Mushroom are not zombie viruses. The unscientific thing about the antidote of zombie viruses-

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

Then the whole world was affected.

In such an environment, it is not sealed, and there are no eternal mushrooms that gather the spores back together.

"Black fog" will only evaporate continuously.

If the white-faced man no longer struggles to maintain it, it will disappear 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 delighted.

"Not?"

Tang Luo’s problem came from the “Black Ball”.

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

"Are there no other moves?" Tang Luo said, "For example, suck all the black fog back and eat them to enhance your strength."

Will the flame killing black dragon wave?

“…”

"It seems that there is no." Tang Luo's tone was a bit regretful.

He put his hands together on his chest, not worshiping Buddha, but slapped him.

The clothes were rushing in the wind, and the strong wind spreads with him as the center, blowing Buddha in all directions.

The sand and stones flew away, and the black fog around them disappeared and was blown away.

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

Your new sandbag is online.

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

A palm was printed on his chest.

"Um?"

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

The palm printed on the white-faced man's chest was not the feeling of slapping on his chest.

The feedback from the palm is the word "soft".

It was like taking a picture of an unknown soft object.

Not only that, but also the power of rebound.

If the power of this slap is 10, the real damage to the white-faced man may be below 5.

The white-faced man took more than ten steps in a row and barely stood firm.

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

There was a clear depression in his chest, but the depression was recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.
To be continued...