When the baboon started to plague, the two masters also jumped out of the battle circle and nodded, "Hey, don't fight." Nezha turned into a fire cloud, and Yang Jian popped out a gold bullet and then turned into a rainbow with his dog. The four heavenly kings also burst out the waves of mana, which shook Bailang and also turned into clouds and mists. Bailang naturally did not pursue, and he could trap the four heavenly kings and had already exhausted Bailang's full strength.
Not to mention, after the magical power of the Heaven and Earth was used, Bai Lang's face changed - there were a pair of eyes on his vermilion face, and a pair of fangs appeared in his big mouth. The exploded beard and the flame-like eyebrows were blue, and the burning hair was just blue. This was just the magical power of the Heaven and Earth. If he used the magical power of the Heaven and Earth at the same time, he would not talk about that.
Bai Lang collected his supernatural powers, and this time he turned into armor and tiger-patterned robe. He held a long spear and looked at the mess of mountains and rivers around him. "The mountains collapsed and the earth broke, and the river was changing directions. Damn it was quite satisfying." The six-year-old baboon also picked up the big baboon knife, "It's a big deal, although it was the purpose." The baboon looked a little unhappy, "I don't know if it can be accomplished. Forget it, it's up to people to accomplish things, and even Tathagata can't control everything."
"The old thief is depressed and can say such nonsense." Bai Lang complained in his heart. This guy was thrown out to block the knife head, so he secretly thought of some traitors. He didn't know how to do it, and Bai Lang knew that he could not beat the baboon. Bai Lang expressed his uninterested interest in the purpose of the baboon's mouth. He thought it was already very good to be able to watch the colorful monsters in this world.
Besides, he can wander among human towns. Bailang is originally a human and not a monster. People and monsters in this world live in a mixed world, just like the territory occupied by baboons is only 200 miles away from the Western Regions. If the demon wind is blown up, it will arrive in an instant.
What is it just? The Middle Ages did not mean anything to Bai Lang, and it was not fun. He had experienced too many ancient worlds. What else could this world have besides the joy of killing? Wine, sex, wealth and energy? He was just back to the cave and lying on a recliner in the courtyard where he lived. "Five hundred years of mulberry fields and seas, stubborn stones are covered with moss and moss."
As I sing, that's what I said
Where the baboons entrenched, there are also buildings such as the upper and lower courtyards that are very similar to the temple, and other buildings that are independent but somewhat related to each other. Bailang is in the front yard, which is the lower courtyard. On the front is the mountain gate, and when you enter, you will find a large courtyard. There are trees planted in each corner, and there are two small ponds in the shape of sun and moon on both sides. The main courtyard is the main hall, and through the main hall is the small courtyard, the veranda and the wing room on the four sides, and the opposite is the location where Bailang lives.
The center of the small courtyard is a rockery pond, which blocks the view of the main entrance. Now Bai Lang is sitting on the steps in front of the main hall, watching the changes of clouds in the sky bored. The demons under his command are not here, but dozens of villages stretching out for miles with his residence as the core. Here, there are only a dozen small demons such as foxes and wolves serving as servants.
Outside the lower courtyard is the dense forest path, and there are also some demons wandering here - they are all here to secretly absorb the vitality and demonic energy gathered and radiated when the great saint Zhou Shubi in the mountains when he was practicing. Whether it is Zhou Shubi or Bai Lang, they have no intention of caring about these little monsters. As long as they do not break into the cave, they will let them come and go. Now, a hairy foot stepped on the threshold of the mountain gate - it was a monkey wearing a robe and holding a stick, which is quite anthropomorphic.
"Yo." Bai Lang looked over with a little interest, "Do you want to pretend to be the Monkey King with a stick in his hand?" Bai Lang laughed, "What's the point of Bi Ma Wen to pretend to be? Ha!" Bai Lang still sat on the steps and did not stand up, while the wolf demons and fox demons had already raised their swords and guns to surround the monkey. Bai Lang looked at the beginning of the battle, "Oh, this stick is pretty good. The stick is the ancestor of hundreds of soldiers. After playing with the stick, all guns, spears, and swords are all available at a glance."
This monkey was really playing tricks. The stick was like a dragon going out to sea, and the counterattack was extremely sharp. The martial arts of those little monsters really couldn't handle him. This stick was heavy, and one little monster would be defeated in a few seconds, and defeat meant death. The little monster did not have blood strips, and it was impossible for the plot to run away. Bai Lang looked at it and stood up. When he turned his palm, he was wearing an iron mace in his hand. At this time, Bai Lang was just wearing a simple robe and his hair was simply tied up.
The little demon was killed by the monkey. Now the monkey faced Bailang directly - it was one head shorter than Bailang. "What are you doing?" Bailang asked, and then he shook his head, "No need." The monkey's fingers danced, and the stick directly spun out the stick flower. The big stick came to his head, and Bailang raised his hand and blocked it, "Oh, it's interesting!" After saying that, he started a martial arts battle.
Bai Lang's iron mace also followed him across countless battlefields. He didn't know how many brains he had knocked open, but he was not under the long stick when he was running. The long stick was powerful, and Bai Lang didn't snatch the inside line. He tried the big stick that was strong enough to resist the monkey. The stick method of the monkey head was still very good. Bai Lang didn't see any tricks, but the tricks were very smooth and free, and there were also many tricks and intentional flaws.
Both sides also fought. This monkey was definitely not just a stick technique. This guy also knew some magic. Even as he hit the stick, flames would ignite at both ends to form the martial arts of the flame stick. Bai Lang was just an iron mace to block the stick, sealing all the sticks on the periphery. "The martial arts are good, but unfortunately I met me. Just relying on this bare stick, I think you can't get through it today." After that, Bai Lang urged him.
The right hand had an iron mace, and the left hand had a claw and palm up. When the body was spreading, it even kicked out with legs. The monkey was also in a hurry and was hit by Bai Lang's palm two or three times. Bai Lang still did not bring a range of explosive attacks. It was simply a contact with weapons and fists and feet, and its power was naturally extraordinary. After eating these few times, the monkey had staggered and then pressed down on the iron mace.
Chapter completed!