Chapter 601: The Beginning of Blood Sacrifice

As a little newbie and the weakest person present, Bai Lang took the initiative to ask the big shot, "Who are we going to kill?" Only to see the big shot who called himself Bofu squeezed his eyes. "Secret!" With his words, the space turned. This hand is wonderful, Bai Lang couldn't understand it at all.

It's like the background changing on a magic stage. In the blink of an eye, Bai Lang had already stood in a Buddhist hall. Looking left and right, it seemed to be armored statues, the kind of series of Arhats in the Zodiac in the Arhat Hall... "Status is really low, I finally understand." Bai Lang muttered, and the statues around him also "came alive" one after another.

Bai Lang followed everyone out. This place is indeed a temple. He looked up and smelled the garbage stench coming from outside the wall. The sky was quite bright, except for the wind and sand, there didn't seem to be any chemical pollution—coal smoke is nothing compared to exhaust gas.

Bofu walked out of the Mahavira Hall, followed by guys who were like humans but not humans—among these guys, Bai Lang was probably the most human-like. No matter how you look at him, he is a person. And the other few he recognized in the bar, including his rogue master and the bald monk, although they still had a human skin, the feeling they gave Bai Lang was that they were completely other things inside.

On the square behind the Renwang Gate in front of the temple, these monsters who were like humans but not humans who walked down from the lotus seat in the temple had completed the assembly. Bai Lang looked at it and saw no more than a hundred people, but among them, there were infantry, cavalry, and archers. "Sorry, I didn't think about your origin for a while." What Bai Lang heard was the words of the big shot Bofu. In the next moment, he rose into the clouds and mist, and fell directly onto a huge warhorse with heavy horse armor.

The armor on the warhorse was thicker than truck iron, and it was also exquisitely crafted into an elephant shape—the face guard on the head of the warhorse Bai Lang was riding was a roaring tiger, and the horse armor on its body was carved with tiger stripes and painted with red and black paint. "You are now a cavalryman, work hard!" Bai Lang only felt a terrifying power sealed in his body, driving his own internal force to surge forward.

The mere inner scene couldn't control it at all, only knowing to run all the way, whether wise or stupid.

The Renwang Gate in front opened directly. Bai Lang, as a cavalryman, and the other eleven heavy cavalrymen were the first to rush out. And behind them, those monsters filed out. "Eh? Beijing City?" Bai Lang looked up and immediately recognized what this place was, so a mouthful of Beijing dialect also came out—how simple, just add "er" to it.

Old Beijing City, the first thing they saw was the stunned monks—Bai Lang confirmed it was Beijing only after seeing the Drum Tower not far away. As for the current location, "Temple within a temple?" He looked back at it. However, he was soon urged by the big shot behind him to move forward, and the monks on both sides knelt on the ground.

An old monk sat cross-legged on the ground, counting Buddhist beads in his hand, while chanting Buddhist scriptures in his mouth. "Hahaha, it is indeed a family temple. I guess this is a descendant temple passed down all the way." The laughter of Bofu came from behind. The old monk just closed his eyes and chanted scriptures. "I guess this old monk is the abbot, knowing the mystery in it?" Bai Lang thought, but the warhorse under him didn't stop, and soon knocked open the temple gate outside and entered this old Beijing City.

"Pah!" Bai Lang spat with contempt as soon as he saw the appearance outside—it was completely different from the Great Ming Beijing City he had seen in the past. The local residents in front of him had no spirit, with dirty small braids on their heads, the same as their clothes. "Beijing City of the Jianzhou Tartars." He thought to himself.

At this time, a killing intent had already emerged from Bai Lang's heart, and the local residents who saw them coming out also fled one after another, but some were lying on the ground. If you look closely, they are actually dead people. Bai Lang's warhorse directly knocked open the courtyard wall in front—this alley is small, and their twelve heavy cavalrymen who opened the road were responsible for demolishing the walls and houses. There is no need to do it, just let the tall warhorse knock it over.

After knocking it out, Bai Lang saw the people with wrapped heads. He had seen this outfit in the picture book. "Master Brother of the Boxer Rebellion?" Bai Lang's warhorse had a shoulder height of 1.8 meters. Bai Lang sat high above, looking down at these people. The twelve heavy cavalrymen were all in heavy armor, ferocious like ghosts, and none of them showed their faces. Bai Lang's face was covered by a tiger mask, and the deformed tiger mask only revealed his eyes and mouth. The warhorse sprayed heavy nose breath, like a low rolling thunder, and the twelve tall heavy-armored horses had already brought a terrifying aura.

The people on the horses were also like demons, and the people who walked out later were completely demons, metal demon bodies, two people tall when standing, such terrifying giant warriors were also plural, and the heavy footsteps made the earth tremble slightly. The people who walked out further back were not the beggar-like "brave" outfits of the Green Camp, but the pre-dynasty outfits of the Hundred Households and Thousand Households in armor.

The Master Brothers shouted, and also threw a ground of flags, drums, and gongs, and ran away. Bai Lang brought the warhorse to the right side, letting the big shot walk in the middle. "The guy who summoned us with that thing... damn it, he's a dead man!" The big shot laughed and scolded, and with a wave of his hand, only a meteor fell into his palm, looking like a piece of copper plate. Bai Lang recognized that it was a tiger tally.

"Since no reward was promised, then we will take it ourselves, hahahaha!" Bai Lang listened to the big shot's provocative laughter, and the fierce killing intent in his heart was also burning. "Go to Dongjiaomin Lane first! Damn it, who knows the way?" Bai Lang grabbed a Master Brother who didn't have time to run—his legs were soft. Bai Lang threw this person to Bofu. The big leader kicked the Master Brother's butt, "Lead the way and you won't die!"

In fact, the Boxers had already besieged Dongjiaomin Lane. Just listen to the direction of the gongs and drums and the sound of guns. "The interest of the Tartars will be collected later, now let's get a few foreigners to open our appetites!" Bai Lang listened to this provocative declaration, and his heart was full of happiness and cruelty.

Dongjiaomin Lane, the Boxers in front couldn't attack it at all—their military quality was originally very poor. They were the first to arrive, and the horse hooves larger than a basin ignored those Qing soldiers, directly stepping the soldiers blocking the front into the road, blood flowing.

The foreign army guarding the embassy was firing. Bai Lang's true Qi flowed, and the originally thick armor easily bounced off the bullets, and the warhorse under his crotch also ignored those ridiculous bullets. The twelve heavy cavalrymen stepped out a bloody path among the Qing soldiers and Boxer members besieging the embassy, and hit the embassy wall heavily.

The thick wall was completely knocked down. Bai Lang handed out his long spear, very easily shoveling off the heads of the two foreign soldiers in front, and the blood rushed the heads several feet high. "German guy." A voice sounded beside Bai Lang. His companion recognized the uniforms of these foreigners. "German guys are the worst, kill them all! Kill them all!"