Chapter 505: Achievement

For Bai Lang's original martial arts, expanding a storm of hundreds of miles was not a problem, it was just out of control—if you didn't control it deliberately, of course, it could be that big. But a storm eye of hundreds of kilometers, expanding to a storm of thousands or even thousands of kilometers? This was something Bai Lang couldn't do at all in the past, but this time he could emit such power at once, which was indeed a great improvement in Bai Lang's martial arts.

"And it can actually maintain weak control. Now is the time to be as flexible as an arm! Small, small, small!" Bai Lang danced his arms, stepped on his feet, and started to punch—the Qi of the Southern Dipper White Tiger Fist wandered through his whole body, scattering out in wisps to control the wild wind. Golden light also appeared on his body, and the martial arts of the Thirteen Tai Bao Golden Bell Shield were also gathering Qi to start the breakthrough. "In one breath, break through the twelfth pass and achieve the Great Perfection of the Golden Bell Shield!" Bai Lang thought.

The storm eye was constantly shrinking, and the range of the storm had shrunk to only a few dozen miles in radius. Within this range, it had become an absolute domain that Bai Lang could control. Isn't this what the so-called Interior Exterior release is? Within a certain range, he can control everything in the domain—of course, it is mainly a part of the rules. Suppress other rules with his own rules, anyway, it is just like that.

Bai Lang probably knew this point too. He had never been too interested in the so-called deep understanding of martial arts principles—"I practice martial arts, not metaphysics—neither a monk practicing Buddhism, nor a Taoist practicing mysterious scriptures. Just need to hit with great force, isn't that enough?" Those mysterious martial arts combined with other schools of thought, Bai Lang thought they were slightly deviated.

The Thirteen Tai Bao Golden Bell Shield was unique in defense. This was a martial art that slapped Bai Lang in the face. Its defense and evil-breaking ability were much stronger than the simple Iron Cloth Shirt. So Bai Lang's own thoughts were extreme, which showed that this person was just talking, but his body was very honest. He didn't become a philosopher in the end, but became a pragmatist.

Thinking about these things in his mind, Bai Lang directly vibrated his joints, and the clouds in the sky scattered. Amidst the roar of the fierce tiger, the storm dissipated directly, and the sunlight falling from the clouds enveloped Bai Lang like a pillar of light. Outside his body was a huge white tiger phantom, and inside the white tiger phantom was a golden bell covering his figure. The temperature of the sunlight was extremely high—achieving the Innate state didn't matter, but wanting to release the Interior to the Exterior? Better pass the tribulation first.

This was probably the balance of heaven and earth? Anyway, masters who release the Interior to the Exterior have to cross the tribulation when they achieve it, as for the higher level, Bai Lang didn't know—perhaps the difficulty of stepping into that opportunity was higher than crossing the tribulation. Under the scorching sunlight, the sand around Bai Lang began to melt immediately. "Is this sunlight or the light radiation of a hydrogen bomb? Hey! Isn't this the same thing!" Bai Lang muttered.

However, he didn't think of any way to resist light radiation. Could this thing be resisted by hard skin? It seemed that he could only improve his heat resistance or reflect most of the light. From a scientific theory point of view... Bai Lang thought more and more crookedly, but it didn't prevent his martial arts from changing. Under the urge of true Qi, the Golden Bell Shield constantly grew larger, covering the white tiger and him. This sunlight shone on the Golden Bell Shield, rippling with ten thousand points of light like fire.

This light was so dense that it seemed like clouds and rainbows surrounding a golden bell. Bai Lang's true Qi surged out to support this golden bell, and the sun's true fire constantly reduced his true Qi, but while burning, it also further purified his true Qi—the internal energy of the Golden Bell Shield was attached with a trace of the breath of pure Yang true fire, and the evil-breaking ability was further improved. It was just that Bai Lang himself was burned by the true fire and bared his teeth—if it weren't for the Golden Bell Shield divine skill naturally fitting the pure Yang fire, Bai Lang would have turned into a black ghost at this moment.

At this time, Bai Lang's clothes had long been burned away, his whole body was red, and it was inside and outside together. The breath he exhaled also felt quite hot to himself. His hair and beard had curled up, but because they grew on Bai Lang's body, they hadn't been burned off yet. Bai Lang constantly operated his Qi to suppress the true fire, suppressing it in his dantian to burn his true Qi meridians. Must not let it wander at will, otherwise, Bai Lang knew he would probably be burned to death.

The phantom of the white tiger had also turned red, and the true Qi of the Southern Dipper White Tiger Fist and the true Qi of the Golden Bell Shield were also burned by the true fire, and they were also brought with a wisp of fire energy. Just when Bai Lang gritted his teeth and endured, and actually forcibly suppressed the pure Yang fire, the scorching of the sun instantly turned into coldness, changing directly from burning the sky and boiling the sea to freezing everything. "Ice and fire?" Bai Lang cursed, and ice crystals directly froze on his skin, and the epidermis cracked everywhere.

That huge copper bell transformed by true Qi also appeared cracks everywhere, and the golden bell turned white. Bai Lang found that even his true Qi seemed to be frozen, and this coldness from inside and outside was quickly eliminating his vitality. The Golden Bell Shield divine skill constantly cracked, and it looked like his skin and flesh would be like bones, frozen into shining ice crystals. At this time, Bai Lang exhaled a long breath, and this was a tiger roar.

The copper bell of the phantom collapsed silently, replaced by a white tiger roaring to the sky. The ice crystals were like small blades on it, and Bai Lang took this opportunity to urge the Qi of the Southern Dipper White Tiger Fist, directly bringing the extremely cold Taiyin Qi to wander through the meridians and finally suppress it into the dantian. Pure Yang true fire and Taiyin true water were distinct and did not fuse. "This broken thing is really numb!" Bai Lang was also gritting his teeth.

Under the Qi of the Southern Dipper White Tiger Fist, the skin, flesh, and bones that were about to shatter were forcibly bonded again. The problem now is that Bai Lang must urge the true fire to warm himself, otherwise, he might freeze to death—even if he died, he might not have a whole corpse. The white tiger true Qi could absorb the cold and fierce meaning in it, but it had no way to deal with the low temperature—that was the jurisdiction of the Xuanwu. "Anyway, it's just bitter suffering." Bai Lang cursed.

"It's also thanks to me! Otherwise, if someone else changed, they would have become broken meat at this time." Bai Lang boasted, completely ignoring the fact that no one was watching at all—he also had to comfort himself. This was the tribulation under the sunlight. Bai Lang tried to move, but found that the sunlight was shining on him, indicating that avoidance was useless. Because it was light instead of tribulation clouds, Bai Lang had no way to disperse it—perhaps there was a man who could defeat light, but that man might be called Si Wu...

Bai Lang could only resist hard, expecting some changes. Changes came as expected—the sunlight returned to normal, but thunderballs appeared out of thin air and hit him. "What is this? Thunder from the void? Don't be so unscientific!" Bai Lang shouted words that were completely not martial arts, while trying to dodge these thunderballs with his lightness skill. He shamefully failed. These thunderballs, although not flying fast, could track.

Tracking didn't matter, the problem was that there were more than a hundred thunderballs, and these hundred thunderballs were actually cooperating. So once you took the first shot, it was almost inevitable to take the second shot. After taking the second shot, don't even think about dodging the remaining hundred. This thing would paralyze people. Even if Bai Lang had copper skin and iron bones, it was useless. This thing completely ignored defense and shocked him to the point of being unable to do anything. The fierce thunder penetrated his skin and flesh, directly raging inside.

The power of thunder penetrated his meridians, and Bai Lang's true Qi was constantly torn and worn away, but he had to go up to block it—otherwise, he wouldn't be an afro, but would be struck into flying ashes. The power of thunder made Bai Lang tremble all over, his beard and hair had long been blown into flying ashes and no longer existed. Now the blue veins on this boiled egg head were bursting, and he was bleeding under his teeth—not only was he bleeding in his mouth, but his eyes, ears, and nostrils were also bleeding. This blood dripped to the ground and immediately exploded into a group of thunder fire.

The skin and flesh that he had forcibly healed on his body were also torn again, and blood and thunder were flowing out of the cracks—it looked like the earth was cracking, and there was glowing magma below. The situation became very bad, and in the dark, Bai Lang felt that the big problem was still behind. He always felt that this tribulation seemed to have a big one. "No! Can't let those two things continue to stay in the dantian—if the ice and fire stimulate and explode, wouldn't I return to the throne?"

Bai Lang gritted his teeth completely and introduced the Qi of thunder and lightning, forcibly using this thing as a thrust to push his internal energy to wrap the pure Yang true fire and Taiyin true water and walk along the meridians, swearing to push them completely out of the body, the preliminary plan was to spit them out through the mouth. Internal energy was consumed crazily—not only to resist the thunder, but also to wrap and divide the two water and fire seeds—these two Yin and Yang were like millstones, constantly grinding away the isolated true Qi.

With Bai Lang's majestic true Qi, he already felt that he was riding a tiger and couldn't get off. "If this continues, my true Qi will be worn out in at most one hour! But at this moment, I can't absorb the vitality between heaven and earth to replenish it!" At this time, the vitality between heaven and earth was locked tightly here, and Bai Lang couldn't absorb even a trace. Normally, he should prepare pills to replenish Qi, but Bai Lang had nothing.

"Damn it! If you want to die, the egg faces the sky, if you don't die, ten thousand years! Fight!" Bai Lang hardened his heart, directly urged true Qi regardless of everything, regardless of possible damage to the meridians, accelerated the discharge of the two time bombs and forced the thunderballs out of the body. At the same time, he also started to take action, using his fists, feet, palms, and claws to try to disperse the thunderballs that were forced out of the body. At this time, there were wild thunders hitting down and surging up from the sky and earth, which was truly extremely dangerous for a while.

Bai Lang's eyeballs were about to stare out of his eye sockets, his mouth was wide open, and his skin and flesh were rising and falling everywhere. He spat out a group of essence Qi with blood, flew far away and landed on the ground and exploded. "Sure enough, it's a pit!" Bai Lang thought, fortunately, he spat it out. For this, he paid the price of severe damage to the meridians and internal injuries. Fortunately, when he punched and kicked, he let the charred skin and flesh on his fists and feet fall off, leaving only bones, and finally dispersed the thunderballs all over the sky.

The tribulation seemed to have passed. Bai Lang was empty, and his energy and vitality were exhausted. He fell straight into the pit that had already condensed into glass. Because the Golden Bell Shield was broken, those broken crystals were embedded in his flesh, and his back was also bloody. It was indeed painful, but he really didn't have the strength to get up now.

The vitality between heaven and earth gradually seeped into Bai Lang's body, but he really didn't have enough willpower and divine sense to control these Qi to wander now. However, a trace of extremely pure vitality was born in his three dantians—this was his innate true Qi. This true Qi was not very controllable at the moment, just wandering slowly according to the Qi-moving direction of the Golden Bell Shield and White Tiger Fist he was used to.

Poor Bai Lang's meridians were broken or injured. It needed nourishment or wonderful medicine to heal—it didn't mean the meridians couldn't be connected, it just needed martial arts and medicine. It mainly relied on his own divine skills to connect the meridians—there were really some martial arts in this world that could only be practiced after the meridians were broken... The innate true Qi wandered in the meridians, and when it met the broken place, it scattered into the flesh and bones, and naturally aggregated again when it reached the other end.

Bai Lang lay in this place for three whole days, being sun-baked during the day and frozen at night. When he could finally get up, he also heard the sound of *crack-crack* breaking. That was the sound of forcibly tearing open the bonded skin and flesh, and of course, it hurt him so much that his face turned pale. After he stood up, he operated his Qi directly, spraying out the glass slag embedded in his flesh and blood with blood. Bai Lang took big strides toward his "house".

"Fortunately, there was no storm in these three days, and I was not near this house when I crossed the tribulation. It should still be fine." Bai Lang thought while walking. He had nothing left on his body except the jade fish. Bai Lang walked to the house, the trees had begun to wither in large numbers, and the original English pond was almost dried up. Bai Lang thought for a while, and punched the shallow water in the middle of the pond—there was really only one finger-deep water left.

Bai Lang's fist power directly pierced through the silt at the bottom of the water. "After becoming a master of Interior Exterior release, it's okay to try whether it's feasible." Bai Lang muttered to himself. However, within a few breaths, spring water began to gush out from the hole Bai Lang punched. "Underground water vein? Hahahaha, this is just inducing water changes with one punch." This punch of Bai Lang was the meaning of gold generating water. If he wasn't here, this fist intention could maintain for thousands of years.

Clear water gushed out from the hole, and soon filled the pond. The original struggling small fish also became lively. The water flow not only filled the pond, but finally overflowed from the pond to form a small stream, and Bai Lang split his palm, the palm power was like a swimming dragon, swimming around the trees that hadn't withered yet, leaving ditches on the ground, and the water flowed in the ditches, seeping into the ground to irrigate the trees.

"Can't support it, these trees will probably still wither." Bai Lang knew that these trees would probably still be sun-baked to death, and would this pond be submerged by sandstorms? Bai Lang felt that this was at least something after he left—that's right, Bai Lang was still prepared to heal his wounds here, and he didn't plan to run around before he fully recovered. ===== CHAPTER 506 =====