Supporting the body in the white blade, wandering in the red dust

Chapter 941

What Bailang is doing now, everyone in the three religions is happy to see it happen - this will also help them extend their reach. If these princes want to seize the heir, don't they have to rely more on their strength. We, a heavenly being, can't stand up to the martial arts heavenly being Bai Lang of the royal family, so it's okay for three of us to do it, right? As long as this martial artist does not become the emperor, all three religions are acceptable - members of the royal family must also balance the power of their own family members.

Bailang gained a lot from comprehending the true fire of the sun, but he also knew that he had become the body of Fire Dexing Lord Zhu Rong at the end of his journey. From now on, if he returns to his true body, it will only improve his cultivation level by a small amount, and he probably won't be able to step into it. Western religions call it the level of Arhat status. "It's a pity that I still can't cultivate the Creation Hui Yuan Gong. Otherwise, I would at least be a Celestial Immortal Dao Fruit, and forget about the Hunyuan Wuji." He was still thinking beautifully.

Bailang can't even compare to the Seven Great Sages now, but fortunately the gap is not that big anymore - he can't compare with the old Seven Monkeys, but he can still compare with the less famous ones among them. This is all about his true body. As for this clone, let’s see how far the world’s Gods can be.

The world's leading general in battle and the world's greatest military master, this is what Bailang has always done in the past. In this world, I'm afraid I need to change a little bit - he always has the background of a Jiujiu martial artist, but it makes him originally a martial arts master. When Bailang looked at himself, he found that he seemed to be a Jiujiu from the beginning. Wufu, he is the prince's young protector.

Bai Shaobao is also well-known for his majesty. Now that I think back to the many battles in the past, I feel very proud and happy. "It's still fun to kill people." Bai Lang unconsciously exudes the chill after killing people. The house was so angry that no one could live in it. The maids were frightened and the servants fell unconscious. Only the two princesses were used to it and could move freely.

"Ah, it scares people." Bai Lang woke up from his shameful beauty, and immediately put away his murderous intent, "I thought back then I had more than a thousand subordinates. Forget it, I have more than a thousand subordinates! With one order, millions of heads fell to the ground!" Suddenly! He didn't say anything else after his interest waned, "Rather than giving orders, sir, I prefer to kill with my own hands."

The two princesses also listened to him and talked about Bai Lang's bravery in the late Han Dynasty, which made Lang feel complacent and boasted that the God of Wealth could not defeat him back then.

Bailang practiced martial arts behind closed doors and ignored the government affairs. He didn't talk about it. Just talking about it, east, west, north, and south were destined to have their own reckless heroes. Heaven's secrets have been repeated, and the murderous intention in this world has emerged. The Zhengtong Emperor's body is getting worse day by day, and the several times he rushed to the dragon gate have only damaged his physical foundation. Bai Lang originally thought that he still had fifteen years to live, so he never thought about this. During the year, he randomly ate some life-extending things, but due to the conflict with each other, he lost five or six years of his life - it was just that the fire was weak and the orthodox emperor didn't know it.

Bai Lang doesn't care at all about the prince's mess. Anyway, the orthodox emperor will probably die a good death. If the prince takes the throne, he will probably be the king of the country. If nothing happens, there will be wars everywhere, considering his young age. Die from overwork soon. Thinking of the old prince who gave death to him back then, Bai Lang felt that the posthumous name of the orthodox emperor would not be easy to hear - tiger poison does not eat its sons. This old man had given death to several sons back then, otherwise the prince would not have been in his twenties this year. , thirty has not yet arrived.

"No wonder the prince is worried. If the old guy lives for another ten or eight years, the prince's life may also be lost." Bai Lang thought of the recent meeting with the saint, and the prince was beside him. Bailang Tianren had a keen sense, so of course he noticed it. The dark and twisted look under the prince's skin. However, the prince's malice was more directed at the Orthodox Emperor, "mostly complaining about why Lao Deng is not dead yet." He didn't know that the prince had already secretly called himself me.

The Zhengtong Emperor had ill intentions towards him, which Bai Lang had already felt, but considering that the old guy only had a few years to live, Bai Lang decided to forgive him and not give him another ride - after all, this body belonged to him. Son, killing his father with his son is too extremely evil and unethical, and Bailang will not take it. As for regicide? That stuff is fine.

He has done this not once or twice. He has beaten the emperor three times, punched me, and even rebelled against His Majesty. If we say he is arrogant, he is even more arrogant than Gao Cheng.

He also picked up a copy of Huangji Jingshishu during this period. With his martial arts wisdom, he can certainly see that this kung fu is what a royal should have. He can borrow the kung fu of those with lower kung fu, and even control the dragon energy. If there are many, you can also directly use the skills of other people who are practicing this skill. This is called raising the world to serve one person. "It should be like this. Since it's called Huangji Jingshi Shu, it should be such a martial art."

The kung fu on the weapon, Bai Lang's special skill for killing people in battle, has always disliked him for being small and agile, but even so, he has still been able to practice it to an extremely subtle level. Now he is holding a bright silver gun with a pen barrel. As he spins and flies, the fire clouds gather and the fire rain falls, and the water-type dragon bone is transformed into a fire-type magic gun by him.

There is a young man in southern Xinjiang, whose surname is Xiang Pang. He makes a living by selling charcoal. He has a good temperament and is generous in fighting injustice, so he has gathered many "heroes" in the county. On this day, he was also burning charcoal in the charcoal field. However, the charcoal field lasted for a long time, and the back wall actually collapsed. When Xiang Pang was repairing it, he took out a jade plaque from it. Just when he was happy that he could sell it for a few bucks, he was struck by the jade plaque and he fainted.

This was also the fate of his careless dragon and snake. In the midst of his fainting, a magical power was injected into his mind - this person's destiny was consistent with it, and his practice was naturally progressing rapidly, as if he had divine help. When Na Xiang Pang woke up, a magical skill appeared in his mind. At that moment, he knew that it was the opportunity to practice hard. When Bailang became a heavenly being, he had also cultivated to the point where he was only half a step away from being a heavenly being. At this time, the rogue chieftains in southern Xinjiang were deeply exploited. If it hadn't been for the warm weather, half of the people would have froze to death - without any clothes to wear. , wouldn’t it freeze to death?

So this man raised his arms and immediately gathered more than 200 charcoal mining workers and his brothers' heroes. They opened the local mine's fort with bamboo and wood weapons and killed all his family members and those in the fort. Weapons and armor were forged from gold and iron, and they occupied the mines to cause chaos, so that the local state and county had to mobilize three thousand troops to quell it.

In the western barbarians, humans and monsters live together, so there is a wolf master with an iron back, who gathers 30,000 wolf demons, humans, and demon soldiers under his command, trying to break through and plunder. This wolf master's cultivation is at the level where he can be called a demon king, and he doesn't know Where can one learn the art of military formation, a magical power that was originally secretly passed down by human military strategists?