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

Chapter 984

When the baboon started to get angry, the two masters also jumped out of the battle circle and nodded, "Hey, no more fighting." Nezha turned into a fire cloud, and Yang Jian casually shot out a golden bullet, then turned into a long rainbow with the dog and left. The Four Heavenly Kings also burst out with their own magic power fluctuations, shaking off Bai Lang, and also turned into clouds and mist and dispersed. Bai Lang naturally did not pursue, and he had already exhausted all his strength to trap the Four Heavenly Kings.

Don't mention it, after performing the magical power of Fa Tian Xiang Di, Bai Lang's face changed - a pair of eyes appeared on his scarlet face, a pair of fangs appeared in his big mouth, his beard was blown up, his eyebrows were like flames, and his hair was like burning, but they were blue. This was just the magical power of Fa Tian Xiang Di. If he performed the magical power of three heads and six arms at the same time, it would be a different look.
Bai Lang withdrew his magical power, and this time he transformed his energy into armor and tiger-patterned robes, holding a long spear and looking at the mess of mountains and rivers around him. "The mountains collapsed, the earth cracked, and the rivers changed their course. Damn, it was quite fun to fight." The six-foot-tall baboon also picked up the big baboon knife, "I'm in trouble, although this was the original goal." The baboon looked a little uninterested, "I don't know if it will work. Forget it. Man proposes, God disposes. Even Tathagata cannot control everything."

"The old thief is so discouraged that he can even say such nonsense." Bai Lang complained in his heart. He was not happy to be thrown out to block the knife, so he secretly thought of some treasonous thoughts. He would not do it anyway. Bai Lang knew that he could not beat the baboon. Bai Lang was not interested in the purpose mentioned by the baboon. He felt that it was good enough to be able to watch the colorful monsters in this world.

What's more, he can also hang out in human towns. Bai Lang is originally a human, not a monster - this world is a place where humans and monsters live together. For example, the territory occupied by baboons is only two hundred miles away from the big city in the Western Regions. If the evil wind blows, it will arrive in an instant.

But what's the point? The Middle Ages were meaningless to Bai Lang, and there was no fun in that. He had experienced too many ancient worlds. What else could such a world have besides the joy of killing? Wine, sex, money, and power? At the moment, he just returned to his cave, lying on a recliner in the courtyard where he lived and humming, "Five hundred years of mulberry fields and seas, even the stubborn stones are covered with moss, covered with moss."

As I was singing, the words came to me.
The place where the baboons were entrenched also had upper and lower courtyards, and other independent but more or less connected buildings, similar to temples. Bailang was in the front courtyard, which was the lower courtyard. The front was the mountain gate, and when you entered, you would see a large courtyard. There was a tree planted in each of the four corners, and there were two small ponds in the shape of the sun and the moon on both sides. Opposite the large courtyard was the main hall, and through the main hall was the small courtyard, the four-sided veranda, and the wing rooms. Opposite was where Bailang lived.

In the middle of the small courtyard was a rockery pond, which just happened to block the view from the main gate. Bai Lang was now sitting on the steps in front of the main hall, boredly watching the clouds in the sky change. The demons under his command were not here, but in dozens of manors stretching for several miles around his residence. Here, he only had a dozen small demons like foxes and wolves serving as servants.

Outside the lower courtyard is a small forest path, where some demons roam - they are all here to secretly absorb the vitality and demonic energy gathered and emitted by the great sage Zhou Shubi when he was practicing. Neither Zhou Shubi nor Bai Lang has any intention of caring about these little demons. As long as they don't break into the cave, they will let them come and go. And now, a hairy foot stepped on the threshold of the mountain gate - it was a monkey wearing a robe and holding a stick, quite anthropomorphic.

"Hey." Bai Lang looked over with a little interest, "You stinky monkey holding a stick, are you trying to impersonate the Monkey King Sun Wukong?" Bai Lang laughed, "What's so good about Bi Ma Wen? Ha!" Bai Lang still sat on the steps without getting up, while the wolf demons and fox demons had already raised their swords and spears and surrounded the monkey. Bai Lang watched the battle begin, "Hey, you're not bad at using a stick. The stick is the ancestor of all weapons. If you can use a stick well, you can use any spear, lance, halberd or knife at once."

This monkey really played it very well. His stick was like a dragon coming out of the sea, and his blocking and counterattack were extremely sharp. The martial arts of those little monsters really couldn't deal with him. This stick was also heavy. A little monster would be defeated after three or five hits, and defeat meant death - little monsters didn't have health bars, and there was no benefit of running away in the plot. Bai Lang watched and stood up, and with a flip of his palm, an iron mace appeared 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, and now the monkey was facing Bai Lang directly - it was more than a head shorter than Bai Lang, "What are you doing here?" Bai Lang asked, then he shook his head, "No need." The monkey's fingers danced, and the stick spun directly to form stick flowers. The big stick came at him, and Bai Lang raised his hand to block it, "Oh, interesting!" After that, they started a martial arts battle.

The iron mace in Bai Lang's hand has also followed him through countless battlefields, and it has cracked countless skulls. When it is in use, it is not inferior to the long stick at all. The long stick moves fiercely, and Bai Lang does not rush into any inside positions. He has tried to find enough strength to resist the monkey's big stick. The monkey's stick skills are still very good. Bai Lang did not see any routines, but the moves are very smooth and free, and there are many deceptive moves and intentional flaws.

The two sides also fought fiercely. This monkey was not only good at stick fighting, but also had some magic. Even when he was fighting, the two ends of the stick would ignite flames, forming a flaming stick martial art. Bai Lang only used an iron mace to block the stick and completely sealed it at the periphery. "Your martial arts are good, but it's a pity that you met me. With just this bare stick, I don't think you can get through today." After saying that, Bai Lang pushed hard.

The monkey was in a panic for a moment and was hit by Bai Lang's palm two or three times. Bai Lang did not use any range burst attacks, but simply used weapons, fists and feet to attack. The power was naturally extraordinary. After these hits, the monkey staggered and was then hit by the iron mace.

The stick was pressed down, and the arms could not bear the force of Bai Lang's attack, so the iron mace came into contact with the monkey's head, and the monkey fell to the ground and did not move, and then gradually turned into ashes. "It's over, and I haven't used my real skills yet."