Chapter 950

"Oh my, this body is a pity. It actually achieved an eight-hundred-mile Flame Mountain boundary! I didn't expect such an expert to finish like this." Bai Lang returned to his own body and was overjoyed. "That body is actually okay, but it's not as good as my own body. Look at how majestic this beard-exploding appearance is!" Bai Lang himself didn't practice any Three Fires Returning to Origin Skill. His Golden Bell Shield Divine Skill had already reached the peak, and it should be much stronger than the Bodhidharma Patriarch.

Bai Lang watched the man walk over step by step from the void, still in a simple linen short-sleeved pullover and trousers. Siwu walked over and greeted Bai Lang and Zhou Xianda, "Let's make a quick decision. It's good that I can still do something in this world. Let those characters be reborn with memories." Siwu looked up at the sky, his appearance as if he could see through this whole world at a glance—in fact, he could indeed do this step.

Siwu's power was by no means worse than Bai Lang's cheap master. From Bai Lang's perception, it might be even better—after all, Zhou Shubi, that baboon, was very good at destroying a world, and creating a new world was probably not something he could do.

When it came to Bai Lang, destruction was far stronger than construction. He was good at killing, but not so skilled at saving and healing people.

"Do you want to make a bet?" At this time, Zhou Xianda poked Bai Lang and said. "Bet on what? How to bet?" Bai Lang had a little interest, "Just bet on what Saint Cloth Siwu will wear this time. I bet he wears the Orion Saint Cloth! As for the bet, just one copper coin. Small gambling is pleasant. I don't think you look like someone who can pay the bet, so I won't make money either, just play with one copper coin."

"Isn't this giving me a copper coin for nothing? I bet on any constellation other than Orion!" Bai Lang opened his mouth immediately. Zhou Xianda also smiled, "Let you take this advantage." Siwu looked at them, and also showed a smile—if he didn't wear a Saint Cloth today, wouldn't these two gamblers lose a copper coin to him?

This was naturally not very possible. Siwu pointed casually, "Come on! My Saint Cloth! Cover my body!" Conceptual armament—a large golden box fell from the sky like a meteor, taking about three seconds in total.

"Aha, pay up!" Just by looking at the pattern on the outside of the golden box, Bai Lang directly asked Zhou Xianda for money. Qianshan Zhenren also "cut" and threw a golden copper coin to Bai Lang, "Is this the treasure you used to set up the formation?" Looking at the money in his hand and feeling the aura on it, Bai Lang asked uncertainly, "Ah, throwing it out can launch an Eight Trigrams Thunder Fire Formation once." Zhou Xianda said.

The box opened automatically, and a golden light rushed into the sky, revealing the double-faced four-handed statue inside. Then the statue disintegrated automatically, turning into golden streamers and flying toward Siwu. Legs, crotch, waist and abdomen, arms, chest, shoulders, and finally a golden light formed in Siwu's outstretched palm. That was the mask's helmet, and Siwu raised his hand and buckled it on his head. The white cloak behind him appeared automatically and fluttered in the wind.

It was indeed the Gemini Gold Saint Cloth. After Siwu wore the Gemini Gold Saint Cloth, he was the strongest Gemini Gold Saint in history—just like if he wore the Cancer Gold Saint Cloth, he would be the strongest Cancer Gold Saint in history. Siwu raised his fist to the sky with one hand and directly hit a golden light, "Heaven's Fluctuation!" Countless meteors fell from the sky, and for a time, all the Celestials in the world and even the old guys who were hidden and might be "above Celestials" were gasified.

"Ho, using a sledgehammer to kill a chicken." Bai Lang sighed, because the next moment he and Zhou Xianda were already in the boundless void, and in front of them was an incredibly huge world, containing at least the solar system. Zhou Xianda sacrificed the golden tower to cover himself and Bai Lang. And Siwu spread his arms, and then his palms closed together in front of his chest, "Galaxian Explosion!" The torrent of energy swept away the Heavenly Demons outside the world, which were like strange and unimaginable numbers, and at the same time lifted the whole world high.

"Nebula Creation Wave!" Siwu added another shot. This world looked vibrant and everything was competing from the outside. "Done. It was very easy, but this world couldn't bear it. So I wasted your time, Bai Lang." Siwu was still quite gentle, "It's just that the dynasty you possessed definitely can't be kept. That Xiangpang just knocked down a class, but people didn't die."

Bai Lang didn't care at all and waved his hand, "It's done, I'm ready to go back and drink something. As for the future, maybe find a place to retire?" Zhou Xianda and Siwu both laughed, "Retire? Isn't that very boring? And where is there a gap for retirement?"

Things were indeed like this. Bai Lang was taken to a tavern by them. This time, the people in the tavern were still not all here—that dragon didn't know where it went, and the robots and so on were nowhere to be found. Only Qianshan Zhenren and Siwu were still there, but soon Siwu also left, seemingly having something to do.

Bai Lang sat at the table quite bored, lazily operating his own divine skill—his power improvement was almost at the end, and now it was time to find the opportunity for "breakthrough." However, there was no clue about the breakthrough, and Bai Lang was not very interested in the breakthrough. The key was that he was a human, not a perverted monster—weren't most of the people in this tavern perverted monsters? How could humans compare strength with monsters?

Qianshan Zhenren and Siwu were also not in the category of humans—Bai Lang had already expelled them from the human race. One was an immortal species, and the other was a transcendent fighter species, but not human.

At the moment, he was ready to rest for a period of time in this boredom, and later he should be like others, looking for a world to enter in the boundless void, and then living in it. For Bai Lang, he still needed to learn the ability to freely enter and exit worlds in the boundless void. With his martial arts cultivation, he should be able to do it.

The tavern owner almost never appeared. If this guy was here, Bai Lang could ask for advice. Although Zhou Xianda was still there, Bai Lang felt it was wrong to ask him to learn martial arts. Probably seeing this point, Zhou Xianda opened his mouth across a table, "Don't look at me as a Taoist now, in fact, I have also deduced several martial arts techniques—such as the Nine-Turn Mysterious Skill."

Bai Lang just thought he was bragging, "The Nine-Turn Mysterious Skill was clearly deduced by Yuanshi Tianzun, and it was also passed on to others. These people are better than blue and win blue. It is impossible to study mysterious skills stronger than Yuanshi Tianzun—otherwise, why are there Eight-Nine Mysterious Skills?" But the other party's next sentence made Bai Lang feel a little itchy, "Are there really two things like the Ruyi Golden Cudgel and the hairy-faced thunder-public mouth?" Bai Lang played a sentence in a low voice.

At this time, Qianshan Zhenren added, "I have also taught the Seventy-Two Transformations." Bai Lang's eyes shone, "Can it really change?", "It can really change." Bai Lang said another sentence, "Can it really change?", "It can really change!" Zhou Xianda said decisively—they also needed martial artists who practiced body to experiment. ===== CHAPTER 951 =====