After Bai Lang finished speaking, a small jump directly turned into an invisible wind. When he reappeared, he was already close to Xiang Yutian, and his first claw pinched Xiang Yutian - but this old monster didn't dodge or dodge, just looked up at the sky. "Huh?" Bai Lang pinched his claws and tore the blood with his hand, he also felt that it was wrong, "The old man actually wants to play the hand of the golden cicada shelling?

Although he thinks so, Bai Lang will also not keep his hand, "It is your luck to be able to solve this underneath, old man." "The white wave is a combination of claws and legs, and blood is splashed. Each blow was accompanied by a tornado blade, until the last blow Bai Lang grabbed that and raised it to Yutian, and the tornado directly wrapped him in, and when Bai Lang threw the old man to the ground with both hands, it was already a white bone, and it was directly turned into ashes after falling to the ground.

"It's actually an empty shell in the back...... It's just a stinky skin. The Shattered Void couldn't keep this stinky skin in the first place. Bai Lang muttered, and the jade fish on his chest at this moment also jumped up, directly taking him through the barrier of the world with a bang.

"It's back......" Bai Lang had a completely illusory feeling, and the previous years in the Datang world were like a world away. Woman with child...... He scratched his chin and found that he didn't miss them very much, it seemed that some kind of isolation had erased his feelings in this regard, and Bai Lang let out a long sigh, "Maybe this is some kind of protection mechanism?"

The thief bald can use this kind of red dust to preach the Tao, and if it is a Taoist priest, he can also cultivate Taishang forgetfulness, but Bai Lang can't-if he cultivates the demon Dao, he can probably indulge in relief? Great sorrow and joy? Bai Lang doesn't know if his thief and military master can cultivate this way, but that demon monk must be a master of this way-what is the demon monk's heel? Bai Lang probably has an idea, this demon monk is probably his free demon.

Bai Lang didn't want to think about anything for a while, his heart was blank, only the rolling true qi was circulating in his body, but in an instant, seven fierce birds and beasts were transformed into creatures circling around him - far more agile and powerful than those formed in the Tang world. "It's really boring!" Bai Lang didn't know how to describe his mood, and in the end he just scolded, empty.

The fire of ignorance and irritability burned in Bai Lang's chest, he inhaled and exhaled for a long time, but the super breathing method that could not move at all in the Datang world was introduced, and the qi in his body rolled in and drove the strength of the Southern Dou White Tiger Fist, and the internal force of the golden bell jar rushed straight to the dantian qi sea. This qi is a light wind outside the body, but in Bai Lang's body, it is like a big river of the Yangtze River, directly rolling with the White Tiger Fist and the Golden Bell Jar, burning in the sea of dantian qi.

Bai Lang snorted, and the seven-headed beast transformed by the tattoo began to roar and fly around Bai Lang, and the seven attributes appeared at the same time and rushed into Bai Lang's body. A white tiger with a beard clearly visible outside Bai Lang's body suddenly appeared, and the muscles and flesh of this white tiger bloomed under the skin, and let out a roar of extreme rage. And Bai Lang's whole body was like fire at this time, he cultivated the Thirteen Taibao Horizontal Cultivation Golden Bell Jar to this point, in fact, it had already been inviolable, but at this moment, the fire started from the dantian and burned wantonly in his body.

The yang fire and yin fire burned in the meridians, melting the essence of the white waves into one, and the green tendons on this guy's body burst out, especially on his forehead and arms, and blood rushed out. "Damn! This practice is so bloody that my muscles are bursting with blood, I'm probably a comic book character!" Bai Lang gritted his teeth and said this kind of thing, vague mainly to cheer himself up - use comic characters to numb himself, otherwise the sharp pain of the muscles and muscles in the body will not be covered.

If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't move, Bai Lang couldn't wait to roll on the ground at this time and cry his father and mother, and with the sound of toothache, Bai Lang's muscles twisted and now even began to twist his own bones. Just like twisting a towel, the muscles forcibly twisted the tendons and bones, and Bai Lang scolded his mother loudly, but even the ants couldn't scare away the sound of the voice...... Sweat flowed down his body like a river, forming a pool on the ground in the blink of an eye.

Bai Lang's body quickly lost weight, and his stomach bulged out instead - the body was dehydrated a lot, and the internal organs didn't have time to catch up with the dehydration, which is like this. This kind of pain is rising steadily, and Bai Lang just can't just faint. Until a threshold was crossed, all of a sudden, all the twisted muscles and flesh were "snapped" and corrected, and this kind of relaxation pleasure basically almost sent Bai Lang to the sky. And the internal force true qi in his body also spread out like a cloud, and then it was born from his flesh and blood again, entangled into a strand.

The invisible air wave erupted outward in a ring centered on the white wave, and the dust and gravel on the ground began to drift upwards in reverse. "I'm hungry! What kind of Super Saiyan breathing method is really not used to trick people?!" Bai Lang only knew that he was about to die of hunger and thirst, and he couldn't control the changes in his body for a while. It's a pity that most of the big beasts within a radius of a hundred miles have been scared away by the white tiger momentum that broke out in Bai Lang, and Bai Lang doesn't care about this, he tiptoes a little, rolls up the wind and leaves.

At this time, Bai Lang felt that he was a fish in the water, controlling the flow of the wind was like a fish in the water, and Bai Lang's figure flickered and flickered, and a flash was a hundred feet away. After chasing him directly for more than a dozen breaths, Bai Lang had already drifted for dozens of miles, and he finally saw the rushing beasts. Bai Lang didn't care about anything else, just volleyed down, and as soon as he raised his hand, a tornado killed a big wild boar, and when Bai Lang landed, his claws were divided, and the wind blade flew and killed several wild boars again.

This guy didn't care about concocting it slowly, so he just tore open the wild boar casually, and swallowed it viciously first, regardless of his bloody blood. Ru Mao drank blood, and Bai Lang became a wild man among the wild men. After a few big bites first, Bai Lang relieved his hunger a little. At this time, he had time to tear off the pigskin, break open the pork belly and pour out the water. "I remember this kung fu, but I don't know if I can use it or not. ”

When Bai Lang's palms rubbed, a burst of fire burst out, "If it's just fire, this thing can't be attached to the fire and hurt people, and it is already an exaggeration to be hot." Sure enough, it can only be used to make fires in the wild. Bai Lang remembered the kung fu of the flame palm that he had seen in the Weiwei Mansion at the beginning. It is said that the flame palm is actually a fire that hurts people, and it is not its goal to really use it to make fire. Bai Lang's cultivation this time has exhausted his own vitality and blood essence, and he really needs to eat and drink a lot to replenish it.

After eating all the meat here, it can probably make up a little bit, so that Bai Lang will not die on the spot, but it must be completely replenished - Bai Lang feels that he is probably going to become a Saiyan big stomach......