This is a good way to unload your strength, but it's a bad doctrine, let's not talk about whether you can unload it, it's not a good choice to just be involved and thrown somewhere you don't know, and the ghost knows what dangerous place it will fall into.

Therefore, Bai Lang only used a jack pendant to firmly fix his body and the whole person arched forward, and the innate true qi was infused in front of him, turning into a remnant bell and resisting it to death. "One layer is not enough, then superimpose it on top!" Bai Lang was ruthless, and directly turned the defense behind him into a heavy golden bell jar, and he was dead in front of him.

Not only should it be hard topped, but it should also form an angle so that most of the force slides upwards and at the same time becomes a downward pressure to hold himself firmly in place.

The shock wave is just a few waves, and although it may seem like a lifetime, it is actually just a few breaths before the main shock wave has passed. Bai Lang is indeed quite miserable, bleeding from top to bottom, due to the crazy operation of the Golden Bell Jar Divine Skill, even the meridians are broken and broken, and the internal organs are also traumatized.

Bai Lang spat out a mouthful of blood, and saw that the Niomon Gate in front of him was not damaged, "Is this just the aftermath of coming from a distance?" He exclaimed, and then looked left and right, the others were gone, and he didn't know if they survived. "Leave them alone, let's spend a day on top of them first, otherwise we won't be able to go back. I hope they will live for me until a day later!"

Bai Lang saw that the first of the conditions composed of the cracks on the ground in front of him had been crossed out, and now he only had one day left to live on the top. Of course, he could probably spend a day here, and it was already considered a mountain top anyway, but it didn't seem like a good choice from left and right......

Bai Lang looked at it, and immediately shrunk his neck when he saw it, "Day!" Fortunately, he was lying on his stomach quickly, and a strong qi was like a blade, and directly split the upper half of the towering Nioh Gate and shattered it. Bai Lang didn't want to roll directly on the donkey, just to roll in those gutters and other places.

A huge paw fell from the sky and stepped on the ruins of the Niomon Gate, crushing the lower half of the sect as well. The paws are covered with blue hair, and they look like a huge cat's paws. Bai Lang shrank in the ditch, constricted his breath and opened his eyes - high in the sky above the claws, he could see that it was a huge green-haired lion, and his whole body could not be seen at all because it was too big.

However, Bai Lang could see that under the mane on the lion's neck, there were the seven treasures of the Buddhist family, and the sense of power exuded by this lion was also full of a feeling that it was quite similar to the dead arhat in front of him. Bai Lang couldn't look at it at all, because the impact of this force made him really unable to get up.

The green-haired lion in front of him is definitely powerful, and it is already very, very uncomfortable just to get close to him - this is still the case that the other party is afraid that he has not noticed Bai Lang, an ant, and has no malice at all. Bai Lang felt that his heartbeat was like a drum, and his soul seemed to be rushing out of the Heavenly Spirit Cover, and his eyes were colorful, and he always felt like he wanted to hang up.

The blue-haired lion roared, and the roar was loud at first, but it soon became silent—Bai Lang couldn't hear it anymore, and he rolled his eyes...... The phantom of the golden bell jar was replaced by a white tiger, hugging Bai Lang's body tightly, as for this person, his eyes were already rolling, and his tongue had already come out, and his face was dead.

The lion's other two feet also stepped on it, and the earth shook violently, and the white waves were thrown to the ground one by one, but his reaction now was completely like that of a dead man. The power of the green lion's roar is enough to dissipate the soul of the white waves.

Originally, the paw of the green lion has now been raised, and if you look at the movement, it should be standing up on the hind foot, slapping and fighting with the front paws. There was also a roar that shook the heavens and the earth - but the next moment, a lion's head slammed directly into the ground, and its jaw smashed a huge hole in the ground.

Bai Lang was once again thrown away by the force of the smash and the shock wave, and luckily it was thrown towards the inside of the Niomon Gate, flying out for more than ten miles and then smashing to the ground, and after rolling around, his eyes rolled back. "Where is this? Who am I? What am I doing?"

This man has dozens of broken bones, muscle strain, sprains and contusions, and even the skin and flesh have worn out a lot—if it weren't for the golden bell jar to create a copper-headed iron arm, I'm afraid this man is now a meat ball wrapped in bone slag. However, physical injuries can still be treated, and innate true qi is not practiced in vain. But the damage to the soul, this is more troublesome.

That's right, although the roar of the green lion didn't let Bai Lang's soul fly away, the golden bell jar magic on his body and the spontaneous operation of the white tiger's evil qi protected his soul - but he was inevitably injured, and one of the manifestations of injury was amnesia and reduced IQ, and the most serious thing could be to become an idiot.

Fortunately, the target of the green lion's roar was not Bai Lang, he was considered to have suffered from the pond fish, but who let him get close? If this was heard thousands of miles away, Bai Lang would definitely be fine, wouldn't it? Now this lion's head was smashed directly to the ground by I don't know who it was, and it was still several miles away from Bai Lang, but it was already as big as a mountain.

Bai Lang was still thinking about who he was and what he was doing, but his eyes had already seen the lion's head, the huge tumor on the lion's head, and the blood full of great power that flowed down. The blood splashed on the ground like a waterfall, and then flowed like a river, accumulating into small lakes in the low-lying areas that had been smashed open.

And Bai Lang is now a person who is soaked in lion blood all over his body. He licked the lion's blood on his lips, "It's a little fishy, but it seems to be better than chicken and duck blood soup, and the speed of this blood clumping is too fast, right? Platelets overflow or is there a protein denaturant here? No, add some green onions and white pepper noodles, boil the water and boil it, add chicken essence...... "This person's brain is already ringing bells and drums, and the ghost knows what he is thinking."

He licked the blood clot like this, and stared blankly at the lion's head in front of him and whined, not knowing what to think in his head. The lion seemed to be unable to get up, the blow was really hard enough, the lion lay on the ground like a continuous mountain range, but even this body could not reach the huge golden Buddhist temple in the distance.

There was thunder in the sky, and the sound of thunderclaps was incessant in the air at an unknown height, and the shock waves seemed to be someone fighting on it. "If you come here, you bastard!But one can be two, you can't repeat it again and again! I really want to be a vegetarian monkey?!" A roar like rolling thunder sounded in the sky, and Bai Lang's eyes gradually condensed the brilliance, "This voice sounds like a repeat offender......"