Stand up as he does.

Flying Squirrel and Yang Mu, who were looking at him from the side, suddenly seemed to see a golden roc spread out its wings and want to fly, using its wings like the supreme sword to cut through the sky and kill the gods.

I can't help but hold my breath.

It seems that it is just an illusion, just an abstract feeling, just a blur of eyesight.

Then I saw Zhang Lingjun laughing twice, taking a step forward and arriving a few meters away without making any sound. Then he turned around and shot out like a bullet coming out of the barrel. He suddenly stopped again, and his whole body seemed to be the same as before.

The wind merges into one, or it rushes and manipulates the wind, piercing the sky and splitting the air; or it slows down, like fallen leaves dancing with the wind, moving around in this small area, which is so relaxed and extremely flexible.

Such unreal changes are supported by the most real matter.

Every instinctive movement is a skill that ordinary people cannot master after studying hard for a lifetime.

It is the result of the muscles, bones, nerves... every inch of the body naturally operating in a way that is most efficient and most suitable for a certain state of exercise.

Every move is like some kind of 'Tao' that combines man and nature.

Zhang Lingjun felt that if the person who faced the flying squirrel in white was at his current level, he could solve it in one go and there would be no further twists and turns.

Of course, this assumes that the flying squirrel in white still reacts as before.

If there is an if, if the flying squirrel in white also can be more cautious and prepared, it is still unclear who will win. It is estimated that he will win, because he is still far behind the ghostly speed of the flying squirrel in white.

After all, even if fellow cultivators with the holy body of the flying squirrel in white and the true form of the golden-winged roc are hindered and have limited strength, they have been practicing for so long, and they cannot be compared to each other in just a short time.

Thinking like this, after becoming successful in martial arts, the unreal illusion and subconscious arrogance brought about by the sudden expansion of real power, as if having the ability to reverse everything, will dissipate.

His attention and thoughts returned to reality, he completed the practice and checked the results. Then Zhang Lingjun came to Yang Mu and was about to tell him about the practice, but he suddenly froze before he could speak...

I saw that Yang Mu's whole appearance changed for some unknown reason at this time, and he became extremely weird. His face, neck, and exposed skin were covered with regular black concentric circles.

In addition to the bacterial plaque, there are even two red mushrooms that are as delicate as flowers sticking out from the neck, collar, and clothes, which are similar to those corpses in the corpse warehouse.

"You...what...is...what's going on? How did it become like this all of a sudden? When did these things grow? How did they grow? Why don't I remember them at all?"

"What are you talking about? What's going on? What have I grown?"

Hearing this, Yang Mu raised his hands in confusion and looked around, sizing up his body, turning a blind eye to the abnormalities on his body and the two tentacle-like fungi stretched out in front of him.

"There's nothing? What's wrong? Everything is normal, isn't it...what did you see?

Zhang Lingjun looked ugly: "Can't you see these things on your body?"

"What can't you see? I just saw that you were startled and didn't know what was going on. If you have anything, just say it directly."

Yang Mu couldn't help but frown. If he hadn't known Zhang Lingjun for many years and understood his personality, and knew that he was not the kind of person who doesn't know the occasion to make fun of others, he would have thought he was playing tricks on others.

Zhang Lingjun no longer said anything, but stepped forward directly, grabbing the red mushroom growing out of the seam of Yang Mu's chest with one hand, and holding his hand with the other, letting him grab it by himself.

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"What now? Can you feel it?"

"This is..."

Yang Mu lowered his head and looked at his hand, looking at the real red mushroom that he was holding tightly in his hand, rubbing it gently with his fingers, and couldn't believe where it came from.

The whole person became extremely frightened.

"What the hell is this? I don't remember it? Where does this come from?"

As he spoke, he looked along the mushroom and found that the other end was connected to his clothes. Then he was about to pull out the unknown mushroom that came out of his body, throw it away.

But I couldn't pull it when I pulled hard. At the same time, as I pulled, I felt pain coming from my body, as if it was growing with my body, so I hurriedly took off my clothes.

It can be seen that this mushroom has already completely covered the entire upper body, as if it is a bloody tree root or blood vessel parasitic on the human body, and it seems to be wearing a strange red armor.

His eyes were locked directly on his chest, where the roots of the blood mushrooms parasitic on his body were the densest, thickest and most core.

There was a wound there, which should have been caused by gunfire in the previous conflict - he had been shot once before and was hit in the chest. Although the bullet was blocked by the homemade body armor, he was still injured.

The skin was broken and the wound was opened. After all, it was just a very crude armor made from local materials in a hurry. At the same time, the main body was just an ordinary person, and he was an old ordinary person, and his body was very fragile.

Those mushrooms that looked like tree roots and blood vessels came out of the wound, and then began to crawl on the body.

Looking at something unknown that seems to be rooted in the human body and born in the flesh, people can't help but feel a little scared.

With a frightened and ugly look on his face, Yang Mu stretched out his hands to pick off the parasitic mushrooms on his body. Zhang Lingjun also stepped forward to help, wanting to see if he could take them off, but they were really tightly entangled.

Not only was it tightly wrapped, but it was also long. Zhang Lingjun, who had strong eyesight, keenly discovered that in addition to the regular concentric black plaques on Yangmu's body at the wound, there were silk threads growing out of them, like the red tree roots.

of mushrooms connected together.

If you pull hard, the skin will be pulled, and you can feel pain, as if the flesh and blood are to be torn. This is also the pain of pulling before. qqxδnew

Mushrooms have been completely integrated with the body, or they are originally one.

Yang Mu's hands couldn't help but tremble a little, his feet were a little weak, but his voice was still barely stable: "What on earth is going on? Just look at it, it's similar to the corpses in the corpse warehouse, and it's fungus and mushroom. There is no doubt that this

It's the pollution of 'Original God'. The question is when did it start? Why didn't I notice it at all? Where did I get it?"

"We have always been together, except..."

Zhang Lingjun raised his hand as he spoke, then suddenly froze again.
Chapter completed!