Like a blown balloon.

Yes, it's not just restoring.

It's even more expanding.

After a moment, the white-faced man expanded into a small giant over three meters.

Not a muscular man.

But a fat man, like a meat ball.

The wide blue and white robe was tightly attached to the body and was not torn apart.

Obviously the same material as Hulk's pants.

The white-faced man with a swelling skin was pulled to his limit.

There was a vague sense of transparency.

And under the skin, what is hidden is not flesh and blood, but a ball of black substance.

Can't see what it is.

"Ah!" The white-faced man roared, and a mouthful of black venom spit out from his grown mouth.

Tang Luo moved his body sideways.

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

Unsmelling white smoke emerged.

The moment the venom landed, the white-faced man rushed towards Tang Luo.

A true meat bomb chariot.

Tang Luo did not dodge or avoid, and slapped out with one palm.

Snaps on the white-faced man's bulging body.

He did not slapped it away, but on the contrary, Tang Luo's forearm fell into it directly with his palms.

The white-faced man rushed forward with Tang Luo.

While retreating, Tang Luo twitched his arms slightly to the outside, and suddenly felt endless resistance.

Not only that, there is also a force of rotation.

It seems that he is going to squeeze Tang Luo's arm!

The white-faced man showed a hideous smile.

Raise your hands.

Because he had originally expanded, he could not touch Tang Luo's hands, but he actually lengthened strangely and grabbed Tang Luo.

This weird and infatuating fighting style.

Completely separated from the scope of normal humans.

Tang Luo, who could not dodge, sank his body in the face of this attack and raised his right arm at the same time.

The white-faced man shook his body, his feet off the ground, and was turned against him by Tang Luo, as if he was lifted up as a child, and he was completely lifted up.

Then, he smashed it hard on the ground.

Splattering of gravel.

A large amount of shock force came from the body like a ball.

And this kind of countershock power, through the transformation of this special body, became the counterattack power of the white-faced man.

Tang Luo could feel the pressure from his palm and forearm, and the force of rotation became even greater.

Even a piece of steel is probably twisted into twists at this time.

"This is not a good sandbag."

Tang Luo frowned and turned his right hand in the opposite direction of the strangling force!

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

A huge wound appeared on his chest.

The expanded body also shriveled.

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

The chest is like a whirlpool in the wound.

It's not internal organs, and there's no bones to see.

What you can see is a mushroom.

Black mushrooms.

A large amount of white filamentous substance spreads, and the mycelium is densely covered with white-faced man's body.

Replaced his original internal organs and bones.

"Vegetatives...No, mushrooms are fungi, fungi?"

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

No wonder it felt a little soft when I first hit it.

It doesn't seem like hitting a normal human body.

The mycelium near the wound spreads, like a spider weaving a web, repairing the broken wound of the white-faced man.

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

The strong wind blew through my ears.

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

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

He lowered his head and looked at his right arm.

From the shoulder position, it has been completely torn.

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

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

Tang Luo's arm in his hand quickly shriveled.

Without the mushroom body, the mycelium "death" is very fast.

Less than 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 a vital one, right?" Tang Luo threw away his "mushroom hand" and said to the white-faced man.

If the brain is replaced by mycelium.

That's not humans, but mushroom spirits.

Tang Luo has seen many monsters, but the mushroom spirit... has never seen it before.

It is actually quite difficult to become a edible thing.

I just made a great wish in the morning and stewed soup for people in the afternoon. This is a common thing.

"Who are you! Which family is from!"

"The Feng family will not let you go!"

The white-faced man is making his final struggle.

The monk in front of him had far exceeded his expectations.

However, he had never heard of anyone involved.

Who is this monk?

Why target them Feng’s family?

"Miss Xuanzang." Tang Luo said, "from Daleiyin Temple."

"Xuanzang, Da Leiyin Temple..."

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

"Donor, do you still have a copper armored corpse?"

Tang Luo's words interrupted the white-faced man's thoughts, "I plan to continue practicing my hands."

A better sandbag is hard to come by.

I thought I had something new, and I was extravagant.
Chapter completed!