Chapter 969

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 flicked a gold bullet and left like a long rainbow with a dog. And the Four Heavenly Kings also exploded with fluctuations of magic power, shaking Bai Lang away, and also dissipated like clouds. Bai Lang naturally didn't pursue. Being able to trap these Four Heavenly Kings had already exhausted Bai Lang's full strength.

Don't say, after the supernatural power of Law of Heaven and Earth was displayed, Bai Lang's face changed—a pair of eyes added to the vermilion face, and a pair of fangs stuck out from the big mouth. The exploded beard and the eyebrows like flames and the hair like burning were blue. This is just the supernatural power of Law of Heaven and Earth. If the supernatural power of three heads and six arms was displayed at the same time, that look would not be discussed...

Bai Lang collected his supernatural power. This time, he turned Qi into armor and tiger-patterned robes, and looked at the messy mountains and rivers with a long spear in his hand. "Mountains collapse and the earth cracks, rivers change their courses. Damn, it's quite enjoyable to fight." The sixteen-foot baboon also picked up the Big Baboon Knife, "Trouble is on the body, although it was the purpose in the first place." This baboon looked a bit listless, "I don't know if it can be done, forget it, man proposes, God disposes, even the Tathagata cannot control everything."

"Old thief-match military advisor is discouraged, such fart words can be said." Bai Lang slandered, this guy was thrown out to block the knife head, his heart was already unhappy, so he secretly thought of some rebellious thoughts. He wouldn't do it anyway, Bai Lang knew he couldn't beat the baboon. For the purpose the baboon said, Bai Lang expressed no interest. He felt that being able to watch the colorful monsters and ghosts in this world was already quite good.

What's the point? The medieval era has no meaning to Bai Lang—it's not fun—he has experienced too many ancient worlds. What else can this world have besides the joy of slaughter? Wine, color, wealth, and Qi? At the moment, he just returned to the cave, lying on the recliner in the courtyard where he lived and humming, "Five hundred years of mulberry fields and seas, the stubborn stone is also covered with moss, covered with moss..."

Singing and singing, that thing came...

The place where the baboon occupied also has upper courtyards and lower courtyards that are very similar to temples, and independent buildings like separate courtyards, but they have some connections with each other. And Bai Lang is in the front courtyard, which is the lower courtyard here. The front is the mountain gate, and when you come in, it is a big courtyard. There is a tree planted in each of the four corners, and there are two small ponds in the shape of the sun and moon on both sides. The big courtyard directly faces the main hall, and passing through the main hall is a small courtyard and surrounding corridors and side rooms, and directly facing it is where Bai Lang lives.

The small courtyard in the center is a rockery pond, which just blocks the view from the front door. Now Bai Lang is sitting on the steps in front of the main hall, looking at the changing clouds in the sky in boredom. The monsters under his command are not here, but are spread out for several miles with his residence as the core, with dozens of villages. And here, there are only a dozen or so fox and wolf monsters serving as servants.

Outside the lower courtyard is a dense forest path, and some monsters are also wandering here—these are all coming to secretly absorb the vitality and demon Qi gathered and emitted by the Great Sage Zhou Shubi when he practiced in the mountains. Whether it is Zhou Shubi or Bai Lang, they have no intention to manage these little monsters at all. As long as they don't break into the cave, they are allowed to come and go. And now, a furry foot stepped on the threshold of the mountain gate—that is a monkey wearing robes and holding a stick, and it is quite anthropomorphic.

"Yo." Bai Lang looked over with a bit of interest, "Stinky monkey holding a stick, do you want to impersonate the Great Sage Equal to Heaven Sun Wukong?" Bai Lang laughed hahahaha, "What's the point of impersonating that Bi Ma Wen? Ha!" Bai Lang still sat on the steps without standing up, and the few wolf monsters and fox monsters had already taken out knives and guns and surrounded the monkey. Bai Lang watched the battle start, "Yo, this stick is played quite well, the stick is the ancestor of all soldiers, if the stick is played well, all guns, spears, spears, and knives are all understood at one point."

This monkey really played it one by one, the stick was like a dragon going out to sea, and the blocking and counterattack were sharp. Those little monsters' martial arts really couldn't handle it. This stick was also heavy, and after three or five times, a little monster was defeated, and defeat meant death—little monsters don't have blood bars, and it's impossible to have the welfare of running away in the plot. Bai Lang watched and watched, and stood up, his palm turned and an iron mace was in his hand—at this time, Bai Lang was just wearing a simple robe, and his hair was just simply tied up.

The little monster was killed by this monkey, and now this monkey faced Bai Lang directly—it was a head shorter than Bai Lang, "What are you here for?" Bai Lang asked, then he shook his head, "No need." The monkey's fingers danced, and the stick directly rotated out of the stick flower. The big stick slashed at his head, and Bai Lang raised his hand to block, "Yo, a bit interesting!" After speaking, he unfolded his martial arts to fight.

The iron mace in his hand had also crossed countless battlefields with him, and I don't know how many skulls he had knocked open. When operating, it was not under the long stick at all. The long stick's movements were fierce, and Bai Lang didn't rush into any inner line. He tried that his strength was enough to block the monkey's big stick. The monkey's stick technique was still quite good. Bai Lang didn't see any routines, but the moves were very smooth and natural, and there were quite a few tricks and intentional flaws.

Both sides also fought fiercely. This monkey didn't just have stick techniques. This guy also knew some magic, and even when fighting, the two ends of the stick would burn with flames, forming the martial arts of the fire stick. And Bai Lang just used an iron mace to block, sealing the stick outside. "Martial arts are good, but unfortunately, it is me who met. Just relying on this bare stick, I think you won't pass today." After speaking, Bai Lang's strength urged.

Right hand iron mace, and left hand claw palm together, and his legs kicked out one after another when his body unfolded. This monkey was also in a hurry for a while, and was hit by Bai Lang two or three times—Bai Lang still didn't bring out range explosive attacks, just simple contact attacks between weapons and fists and feet, and the power was naturally extraordinary. After eating these few times, the monkey was staggering, and then the iron mace pressed down on his head.

The stick was pressed, his arms couldn't support the strength of Bai Lang's hit, so the iron mace and the monkey head came into contact, and the monkey fell to the ground and didn't move, then gradually turned into fly ash... "This is finished, I haven't used my real skills yet..." ===== CHAPTER 970 =====

The staff was pinned down, and the monkey's arms could not withstand the force of Bai Lang's strike. Thus, the iron mace made contact with the monkey's head. The monkey plopped onto the ground and stopped moving, then gradually turned into fly ash... "That's it? I haven't even used my real skills yet..."