Chapter 989

The Jin people made a mistake in this battle, and the combat effectiveness of the Mongolian cavalry at this time was strong enough. Besides, there was a numerical advantage everywhere.

So gnaw one by one. The main elite of the Jin Kingdom was buried, and since then, it could only be the end of the day.

The Jin Kingdom enjoyed the country for more than a hundred years, which was indeed not as good as the Liao Kingdom, let alone the Song Dynasty.

Bai Lang took a long breath, swallowed the murderous aura into his belly, then sneezed, turned his head, and wanted to return to the depths of the cave to sleep again.

The Great Song Dynasty didn't finish so quickly, and what did the Great Song Dynasty die like have to do with him?

Just ask for trouble.

This sleep could probably only last for two or three hundred years at most. Bai Lang felt that he should be the Ming Dynasty when he woke up next time, and he was still a prince's guardian.

There are no years in the mountains, and the entrance of the cave was finally completely covered by vines. This is deep in the Yanshan Mountains and rarely visited. Even medicine pickers dare not come so deep.

At this time, there are tigers, leopards, bears, and scorpions in the Yanshan-Taihang Mountains. Going too deep is sending meat to the door.

Where the White Tiger is, there is still a trace of immortal spiritual energy, but this kind of spiritual energy is subtly influenced and may not be known to people, and it is not something that can be calculated by calculating heaven's secrets.

Only when there is a great drought in the world for decades and the vegetation on other mountain heads is exhausted can it be seen, because it will still be beautiful here—within a radius of 30 miles, it will be like this.

There are very few such situations in history, but this time it appeared—during the Chongzhen period of the late Ming Dynasty, there was a great drought in the world, and the Yanshan Mountains were bald, only this place was still lush.

Bai Lang did not wake up, but his White Tiger divine power had a slight infiltration.

The mountain situation here is quite steep, and ordinary people in the depths of Yanshan cannot come, so there were no refugees—before they could come here, they died on the road.

Ming and Qing changed the tripod, Bai Lang did not wake up—otherwise, the Tartars would not be able to get the world.

Relying solely on physical combat, Bai Lang could kill tens of thousands of heavy-armored Tartars—he is really fast at killing now.

When he woke up again, even the Manchu Qing was about to be destroyed—the three-thousand-year-old great change had arrived, and soft-sailed ships of foreigners appeared on the vast sea.

The huge White Tiger blew out, the vines covering the cave turned into flying ash, and the tiger walked slowly out of the cave.

"It's so decadent." He had already removed the horizontal bone in his throat ten thousand years ago, and of course, he could speak human words.

Between breathing, he rolled the airflow, and Bai Lang only felt that the old air of the six days was extremely rotten, "Thinking about it from the ancestor dragon, this thousand-year imperial system has finally reached its end. In this rotten dead air, there is still a breath of new birth."

"It's still my country—'Gou Ri Xin, Ri Ri Xin, You Ri Xin', China can always renew itself." Bai Lang was already on the top of the mountain, and the giant tiger looked down at the mountains and rivers and sighed endlessly.

The White Tiger's baleful aura reaches the sky and the earth, dominating the killing of the world for a hundred years. Countless lives will be swallowed, and the price of a sea of blood will be exchanged for a brand-new heaven and earth.

"That sun that never sets..." Bai Lang looked to the south, and vaguely, a red sun had risen, and it would eventually change the world.

This is far from the era of myths and ancient times, just because of the existence of concepts, the Western White Tiger Bai Lang still exists now, otherwise the gods and Buddhas would have vanished long ago.

Bai Lang's material existence can now meet "physics", and he does not feel the strong pressure of objective materialism.

Occupying the top of the mountain, Bai Lang watched the sunrise and sunset as if he had turned into a rock.

There is still no one here. It is not a great drought in the world at this time. It should be said that the climate in the late Qing Dynasty is actually quite good, much stronger than the late Ming Dynasty.

"Although it is already materialism, Qi can still be looked at a little bit. The dragon Qi of the Manchu Qing Tartars is about to run out." In Bai Lang's eyes, he has already seen the swarming lobster soldiers.

It shouldn't be the First Opium War now, but it is likely to be the Second, or even the Eight-Nation Alliance.

Bai Lang has no intention to save, and he doesn't want to save. How can the destiny of the tripod be saved?

Without enough blood and enough people, the destiny of a country is not so easy to reverse. Under the destiny is a sea of blood.

Bai Lang felt that the White Tiger's divine power on him was getting stronger and stronger. The war and revolution of the whole hundred years of this country will eventually create a majestic destiny while filling the White Tiger's divine power.

Nothing can show the power of the White Tiger more than this. In fact, this whole revolution shows the divine power of the White Tiger and Zhuque, and Qinglong can also catch up a little.

Bai Lang did not rush to sleep this time. It should be said that the sleepiness disappeared.

And Bai Lang didn't think about going out to roam the world—it was too shocking to be like this, and there was no need to do so many things.

"After entering the Dao, I know what the thieving soldier and the Yellow Book Taoist usually say, what is the constraint of heaven... Now the so-called willful heaven has disappeared." Bai Lang looked at the sky. He can indeed act freely, but a tiger that is so huge and strange acts like a fart.

Where can't you run and be watched by people?

Of course, it is more likely to scare ten thousand people into an empty city...

So Bai Lang wandered in the mountains. He didn't need to eat to survive at his level, and not eating didn't affect his combat effectiveness at all.

After a few days, Bai Lang wandered to a place where he could see the city wall on the ridge.

"It hasn't been repaired, I didn't expect it to be so desolate." What he saw was the Ming Great Wall.

Later generations are tourist attractions, but now there are only mountain people nearby...

The giant tiger's front claws were on the city wall, and looking out, he could vaguely see the silhouette of the Eight-Armed Nezha City.

With a slight movement in his heart, Bai Lang relied on the mountains and forests to approach the Four Nine City quickly.

The White Tiger belongs to gold but can also control the wind. When running, you can't see the giant tiger's figure, only the wind whistling past.

This is the only White Tiger divine power in this world, coming like a north wind, covering the sky and the earth.

The White Tiger's patrol has no "stealing chickens and dogs" quiet appearance, it is just such a magnificent and majestic appearance.

Bai Lang came with a hurricane and a sandstorm. The terrifying White Tiger rushed to the bottom of the Four Nine City and stopped. The huge White Tiger body could fill the entire city gate hole.

The appearance of this behemoth directly scared the people and officials at the city gate, their legs were soft, and their shit and urine flowed. Some people were even scared to break their gallbladders and died directly.

At this time, it was necessary to defend the city, because the British and French allied forces were about to hit the Four Nine City, and Bai Lang bypassed it to deal with these foreigners—they hadn't arrived yet, but Bai Lang was ready to see it.

"It's a pity, I can't restore to human form, otherwise I can also shout 'You have science, I have divine power!' That should be so windy!"