In terms of Bai Lang's original martial arts, the storm that expanded for hundreds of miles was not a problem, it was just out of control—if you didn't deliberately control it, of course it would be so big. But the eye of the storm of hundreds of kilometers extends to the storm of thousands or even thousands of kilometers? This is something that Bai Lang could not do at all in the past, but this time it can radiate such a power at one time, and that is indeed Bai Lang's martial arts.

"And he can still maintain a slight control, now is the time to make a finger! Xiaoxiao!" Bai Lang danced with his arms, and began to punch with his feet—the energy of the Southern Dou White Tiger Fist swam through his body, and the wisps of his body radiated out to control the wind. A golden light also appeared on him, and the martial arts of the Thirteenth Taibao Horizontal Practice Golden Bell Jar were also gathering strength and began to rush through the level. "Rush through the twelve levels in one go and achieve the Great Perfection of the Golden Bell Jar!" Bai Lang thought.

The eye of the storm is constantly shrinking, and the scope of the storm has shrunk to only a radius of tens of miles, and this range has become an absolute realm that Bai Lang can control. This is not the case with the so-called interior and exterior play, within a certain range he can control everything in the field - of course, mainly a part of the rules. Use your own rules to suppress other rules, anyway, that's what it is.

Bai Lang probably knows this, he has always been not too interested in the so-called comprehension of the profound truth of martial arts - "I practice martial arts, not metaphysics - neither a monk practicing Buddhism, nor a Taoist monk practicing the metaphysical scriptures." You only need to play vigorously, isn't it?" "Those mystical and mysterious martial arts combined with the other hundred schools of thought, Bai Lang seems to have deviated slightly.

The Thirteen Taibao Heng practiced the Golden Bell Jar in defense, this is a martial art that draws the face of the white waves, and the ability to defend and destroy evil is much stronger than a simple iron cloth shirt. Therefore, Bai Lang's own thoughts are extreme, so it can be seen that this person is just talking about it, and his body is still very honest. He did not become a philosopher, but he became a pragmatist.

Thinking about these things in my mind, the white waves shook directly, and suddenly the clouds in the sky dispersed, and the storm disappeared directly in the roar of the tiger, and the sunlight sprinkled in the clouds shrouded the white waves like a pillar of light. Outside his body was a huge white tiger phantom, and inside the white tiger phantom there was a golden bell to set his shape. The temperature of the sun is extremely high - it doesn't matter if you are born to achieve it, but if you want to play inside and outside?

This is probably the way to balance between heaven and earth? Anyway, when the master achieves the achievement of the inside and outside scenes, he has to cross the tribulation, and as for the higher level, he doesn't know whether to cross the tribulation or not—maybe the difficulty of stepping into that opportunity is higher than the tribulation. Under the scorching sun, the sand around Bai Lang immediately began to melt, "Is this sunlight or the light radiation of a hydrogen bomb?"

But he didn't come up with any way to resist light radiation, can this thing be carried by hard skin? It seems that he can only improve his heat resistance or reflect most of the light. From a scientific point of view...... The more Bai Lang thought about it, the more crooked it became, but it did not prevent his martial arts from changing, and under the urging of his true qi, the golden bell jar continued to grow larger, enveloping Bai Hu and him in it. The sunlight shone on the golden bell jar, and it shone like a firelight.

The light was so dense that it was as if clouds were surrounding a large golden bell. The white wave of true qi rushed out to support this big bell, and the true fire of the sun continued to reduce his true qi, but when it was burned, it also further purified his true qi - the internal force of the golden bell jar was attached to a trace of pure yang true fire, and the ability to break demons went further. It's that Bai Lang himself was burned by the real fire to the point that his teeth were cracked - if it weren't for the golden bell jar's divine skill that naturally fits the pure yang fire, Bai Lang is afraid that he will become a at this moment.

The clothes on Bai Lang's body had already been burned at this time, and his whole skin was also red, and he came inside and out together, and the breath he spewed out felt quite hot. The hair and beard are already curly, but they haven't been burned off because they are grown on Bai Lang's body. Bai Lang continued to suppress the True Fire with his luck, suppressing it in the dantian and burning the True Qi meridians. Don't let it wander around at will, otherwise Bai Lang knows that he is afraid that he will be burned to death.

The phantom of the White Tiger has also turned red, and the true qi of the Southern Dou White Tiger Fist and the true qi of the Golden Bell Jar are also burned by the real fire, and they also bring a wisp of fire. Just when Bai Lang gritted his teeth and endured it and actually suppressed the pure yang fire, the scorching of the sun instantly turned into a cold meaning, and it directly changed from burning the sky and boiling the sea to freezing everything. "Ice and fire?" Bai Lang scolded, ice crystals were directly frozen on his skin, and the epidermis was cracked everywhere.

The bronze bell that had been transformed by the huge True Qi also cracked everywhere, and the golden bell turned white. Bai Lang found that even his true qi seemed to be frozen, and the chill from inside and outside was rapidly destroying his vitality, and the magic of the golden bell jar continued to crack, and it seemed that the skin and flesh would be frozen into shining ice crystals like bones. At this time, Bai Lang exhaled a long breath, and he let out a tiger roar.

The phantom bronze bell collapsed silently, and was replaced by a white tiger roaring in the sky, the ice crystals on its body were like small blades, and the white waves also used this to urge the strength of the Southern Dou White Tiger Fist, directly bringing the extremely cold Taiyin Qi to travel through the meridians and finally suppress it into the dantian. Pure Yang True Fire and Taiyin True Water and Fire are clearly not integrated with each other. "This is really paralyzing!" Bai Lang also gritted his teeth.

Under the strength of the Southern Dou White Tiger Fist, the flesh and bones that were originally going to be broken were cemented again, and now the problem is that Bai Lang must urge the real fire to warm himself, otherwise he will freeze to death if he doesn't do it - even if he dies, he still has no corpse. The White Tiger's True Qi can absorb the cold and fierce meaning in it, but there is nothing that can be done about the low temperature - that is the jurisdiction of Xuanwu. "It's just hard work anyway. Bai Lang scolded.

"It's also me, otherwise I'm afraid that another person will have become minced meat at this time. Bai Lang boasted to himself, completely ignoring the fact that no one was watching at all - he also had to appease himself. Now is the calamity under the sun, Bai Lang tried to move, and found that the sun was shining on him, indicating that it was useless to escape. Since it was the light and not the clouds, the white waves couldn't break it up—there might be a man who could defeat the light, but that man might be a warrior......

Bai Lang can only resist hard, expecting something to change. Said that the change came—the sun returned to normal, but out of thin air thunderballs appeared one after another to hit him. "What's this?Void Thunder?Do you want to be so unscientific?" Bai Lang shouted words that were completely unmartial as he tried to dodge these thunderballs with his light skills. He shamefully failed, and the thunderballs, though not very fast, were able to track.

Originally, it didn't matter if it was tracked, but the problem was that there were more than 100 thunderballs as soon as they came out, and these more than 100 thunderballs would fucking cooperate. So once you eat the first shot, it's almost inevitable that you will eat the second shot, and don't even think about dodging the remaining hundreds of shots after eating the second shot. This thing will paralyze people, even if the white wave copper skin and iron bones are useless, this thing completely ignores the defense and electricity so that he doesn't want it. The powerful thunder penetrated directly through his flesh and skin, wreaking havoc directly inside.

The thunder penetrated his meridians with endless majesty and strength, and Bai Lang's true qi was constantly torn and worn out in the thunder, but he had to go up to resist - otherwise it would not be electrocuted into an explosive head, but would be turned into flying ashes. The force of the thunder made Bai Lang tremble, his beard and hair had long been blown into ashes and no longer existed, and now the white boiled egg head was full of green tendons, and there was blood under the teeth - but it was not only bleeding in the mouth, but this guy's eyes, ears and nostrils were bleeding, and as soon as the blood dropped to the ground, it immediately exploded into a thunderous fire.

The flesh on his body that had been forcibly healed was once again opened, and blood and thunder flowed out of the cracks—as if the ground was cracked, and glowing magma underneath. The situation has become very bad, and in the dark, Bai Lang feels that the big problem is still to come, and he always feels that there seems to be a big catastrophe. "No, you can't let those two things stay in the dantian - if the ice and fire explode, won't Lao Tzu have to return to their places?"

Bai Lang completely gritted his teeth and introduced the strength of the thunderbolt, and forcibly used this thing as a thrust to push his internal force to wrap the pure yang true fire and the Taiyin true water along the meridians, vowing to completely and completely push them out of the body, and the initial plan was to take the path of spitting out of the mouth. The internal force is frantically consumed—not only to resist the thunder, but also to wrap and divide the two seeds of water and fire—these two things, one yin and one yang, are like grinding discs, constantly grinding away the true qi of isolation.

With the majesty of Bai Lang's true qi, he already felt that it was difficult to ride a tiger, "If it goes on like this, Lao Tzu's true qi will be exhausted in at most an hour! At this moment, it is impossible to absorb the vitality between heaven and earth to replenish!" Normally, you should have prepared a qi-replenishing pill or something, but Bai Lang didn't have anything.

"Gan Li Niang! I want to die in the sky, and I won't die for thousands of years!" Bai Lang turned his heart sideways, and directly urged the true qi desperately, completely ignoring the possible damage to the meridians, accelerating the discharge of the two time bombs and forcing the thunderball back to the outside of the body. At the same time, he also began to move, using his fists and feet to try to disperse the thunderballs that were forced out of his body one by one. At this time, there was a violent thunder surging down and surging from the sky and the ground, and it was really extremely dangerous for a while.

Bai Lang's eyes were about to pop out of his sockets, his mouth was wide open, and his skin and flesh were everywhere. He spat out a bloody cloud of essence and flew far to the ground and exploded. "Sure enough, it's a pit!" Bai Lang thought, but fortunately he spit it out. For this reason, he took the price of serious damage to his meridians and internal injuries, but fortunately, when he punched and kicked the flesh on his fists and feet to scorch and fall and leave only bones, he finally dispersed the thunderball.

It seems that the calamity has passed, and the energy and vitality of the white thief who went to Loukong have been exhausted, and the little bit of true power in the dantian can't be raised. He fell straight into the condensed glass pit, and the broken crystals were embedded in his flesh due to the breaking of the golden bell jar, and suddenly the flesh and blood behind him were blurred. It hurts, it hurts, but he really doesn't have the strength to get up now.

The Yuan Qi between Heaven and Earth gradually seeped into Bai Lang's body, but he really didn't have enough willpower and divine thoughts to control these Qi to swim away, but among his own upper, middle and lower three dantians, there was a trace of extremely pure Yuan Qi - this was his natal innate true qi. This true qi was not very controllable at the moment, and he just walked slowly and leisurely in the direction of the golden bell jar and the white tiger fist that he was used to.

Poor Bai Lang's meridians have been broken, and they have to be healed by warmth or medicine—there are no meridians that can't be connected, they just need exercises and medicine. Mainly rely on one's own magic skills to connect the meridians - there are really some martial arts in this world that can only be cultivated by breaking the meridians...... The innate true qi travels through the meridians, and when it encounters a break, it scatters into the flesh and bones, and when it reaches the other end, it naturally converges again.

Bai Lang lay in this place for three whole days, sunburned during the day and frozen at night. When he was finally able to get up, he himself heard the cracking sound of a krakala. It was the sound of forcibly tearing open the bonded flesh, and of course it hurt to make his face pale. After he stood up, it was a direct luck, and the glass slag embedded in the flesh behind him sprayed out directly with blood and water. Bai Lang strode towards his "house".

"Thanks to the fact that there were no storms for the past three days, and I was not near this house when I crossed the road. It should be fine. Bai Lang walked over while thinking, and now he had nothing on him except the jade fish. When Bai Lang walked to the house, the trees had begun to die in large numbers, and the original English pond was about to dry out. Bai Lang thought about it for a moment, and slammed his fist into the shallow water in the middle of the pond - there was really only a finger of water left.

Bai Lang's fist power directly penetrated the silt at the bottom of the water, "After becoming a master of interior and exterior playing, you can also try to see if this is not feasible." Bai Lang muttered to himself. In just a few breaths, spring water began to gush out from the hole punched by Bai Lang, "Underground water vein?" "Bai Lang's fist intent is the meaning of Jin Shengshui, if others are not there, this fist intent can be maintained for eternity.

Clear water gushed out of the hole, and it didn't take long for the pond to fill the pond, and the small fish that had been struggling to survive became lively. The water not only filled the pond, but finally overflowed from the pond to form a stream, and the white waves slashed their palms, and the palm power swam around the forest that had not yet died, leaving a ditch on the ground, and the water flowed through the ditch, seeping into the ground to irrigate the trees.

"If you can't support it, most of these trees will still die. Bai Lang knew that most of these trees would still be sunburned, and that this pond would not be flooded by a sandstorm? Bai Lang felt that this was at least after he left—yes, Bai Lang was still preparing to heal here, and he was not going to run around until he was fully recovered.