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

Chapter 991

It's really difficult. This world is a world of monkeys, but it doesn't mean Bai Lang can turn these monsters into hair that grows on his body - otherwise, wouldn't he become a hairy man? Long hair doesn't work either. Who the hell knows that the hair on his head is newly grown? "No, more than a thousand hairs won't turn you into a hairy man, but how can you pull out the hair? You can't pull it out with your fingers!" Besides, he doesn't know how to pull out the 72 transformations of hair.

"Huh? You're a step late again?" A familiar voice sounded. Bai Lang turned his head and found a man in a Taoist robe and hat standing on the cloud. He recognized this Taoist rogue, "Hey, isn't this my uncle-master? How do you say you're a step late? Are you here to help the master?" Bai Lang recognized Zhou Xianda, the Taoist master of Qianshan, and asked casually.

"I was going to help him, but he sent me a message himself. I didn't expect that he would get away when I arrived." Master Qianshan looked lazy, his hands were retracted from his sleeves, scratching inside his clothes, not looking like a complete Taoist at all. The people in his Zhou family were all similar, Bai Lang knew this.

Bai Lang immediately hugged his thigh, "Uncle Master, help me, help me. These guys said they were infected with some 'bad' aura, and then Master Erlang forced me to take them away, but you know I don't have the ability to do that." He stared at Zhou Xianda. Master Qianshan also laughed, "That's it? Isn't it enough to have the world in your sleeves?" Master Qianshan was also watching the show on purpose.

Bai Lang was helpless, "How can I have such secrets?" Zhou Xianda said, "Just like your thief master, they are all violent criminals. I have a dragon flag here, I will help you modify it to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and then you can recruit these soldiers into the flag."

As soon as he said it, Zhou Xianda poured out a small flag half the size of his palm from the small gourd hanging from his waist, on which a fish and dragon were embroidered. The Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian pointed his finger, and the flag ignited without fire. Zhou Xianda snapped his fingers, "I'd better move quickly. This treasure refining has actually attracted the attention of this world. It's not good to be entangled. Let's finish it quickly and leave."

Bai Lang did not say anything, he just stretched his neck to watch Zhou Xianda refine the treasure. The Qianshan Immortal stretched out his hand to him, "Give it to me!" Bai Lang was confused, "What do you want to bring me?" The more than a thousand demon soldiers behind him were frightened by the aura of the Golden Immortal and did not dare to move. "Your weapons, one is fine, two is fine, I might as well help you with your weapons, anyway, the time is about the same." Zhou Xianda was not refining a precious treasure, so it was just a gesture, and the same was true for the weapons.

It was not about refining the precious iron of the Sea God, nor was it some kind of treasure for enlightenment, such as the Nine-toothed Rake. Simply refining a weapon was nothing. In fact, Bai Lang had already transformed his energy into a weapon, so it didn't matter if he had to have a physical weapon. Of course, a real physical weapon would definitely be the best.

He immediately condensed a weapon and handed it to Zhou Xianda, "Oh, you turn qi into a weapon. Well, I'll bleed a little." A yellow light emerged from the gourd, and divine iron and fairy wood flew out. He closed his eyes slightly and smiled again, "I never thought there would be this image left. Well, let's turn it from virtual to real. The Cloud and Water Spear for slaying demons, exterminating ghosts, killing gods and slaying immortals, this is it."

The Samadhi True Fire was refined into a precious weapon, and the Taiyin True Water was quenched and cleansed. At Zhou Xianda's signal, Bai Lang reached out and grabbed the handle that was slightly exposed. A horse lance suddenly appeared in his hand. There was no three thousand precious lights, no auspicious air, just cold light and murderous aura. This thing looks like a weapon in the mortal world, but this is what Bai Lang needs. He shook the long lance, and it really dispersed into thin clouds and mist, curling around him. This is also a portable precious weapon, much better than putting it in the ear.

The flag also changed, with a white tiger on it, still half the size of a palm. Zhou Xianda threw it to Bai Lang, "Let's go, I'll leave first." After saying that, Qianshan Zhenren simply disappeared, as expected. At this time, several streams of light flew in the sky, and it turned out to be an old man and Nezha and others. They didn't care about Bai Lang when they came here, but looked around.

Bai Lang didn't dare to say anything, he even tried to tuck the flag in his hand into his sleeve. The old man in the lead turned out to be Taibai Jinxing. They looked around and said, "Let's go, we're a step too late." Then they looked at Bai Lang, and Bai Lang showed an innocent smile, "Take him away immediately, take him away immediately." He nodded and said, it was true that Bai Lang was a martial arts expert, but it was also true that a man who knew the times was a hero.

He really dares to fight, but is there any point in fighting with Nezha and the others? There is no need, and it is easy to get caught and imprisoned for the thieves.

These people looked at Bai Lang for a while, and then flew away on the clouds. Bai Lang took the opportunity to wave the White Tiger Flag in his hand. A white light flashed, and thousands of demon soldiers in front of him were actually drawn into the flag. Bai Lang also put his eyes close to the flag and looked, and he really saw the scenery in the flag.

There was actually a world in this flag, with mountains stretching for hundreds of miles, shrouded in mist, and his demon soldiers were scattered among them. Without thinking, Bai Lang waved the flag towards the land under the clouds, and saw a large number of flowers, trees, beasts and birds, and even fish in the water were swept up and fell into the flag. Then Bai Lang jumped directly and left with his own skills - this was the escape technique taught to him by the baboon, and it was said that it was only limited to this world.

Bai Lang couldn't stand in the endless void for long, as he was suddenly sucked into another big world.

"What the hell is this place?" Bai Lang, who is a martial arts expert, would not faint when he landed. He stood firm and looked around. "Huh? Isn't this Hankou Road?" As a native of Shanghai, Bai Lang worked in the square and the Bund for ten years. He was very familiar with Nanjing Road and Hankou Road. The problem was that the time period was wrong. Why were there rickshaws on the road?

"Oh my god! Isn't this the Magic City of the 1920s and 1930s? Why did I come here to be a gangster tycoon? Am I going to be hacked to death in a teahouse like Ma Yongzhen? Or am I going to plant other people's lotus flowers all day? Naijute seems very familiar with it." Bai Lang took a look at himself, so that he could immediately change into a rustic outfit - anyway, he was wearing a robe, and if he tore it a little, he would look like the northern natives who fled to the Magic City these days.

"Anyway, I speak the dialect of Shanghai, without any northern Jiangsu accent, that's good. Regional discrimination is really serious these days." Bai Lang's ancestors were from Shanghai for three generations, but before that, they were not Shanghai people.