Chapter 990

The giant tiger under the city wall turned into a hurricane and whistled away in an instant. If it weren't for the people who were scared to death, everyone would have thought they had seen a hallucination.

But now there is no way to explain it, it can only be explained as the appearance of demons and ghosts. This era doesn't talk about science, it's normal for everyone to engage in superstition.

There were no footprints left at the scene. Demons and ghosts are normal—there were four or five dead people at the scene, and at least hundreds of witnesses. There were no photos left, and it should only be a legend in the end.

Bai Lang rushed directly to the British and French allied forces to watch—this guy was swaggering—he was a symbol of soldiers and war, and no weapon could hurt him. Weapons without divine power just couldn't help him.

The hurricane stopped in front of the allied forces, and a huge strange white tiger looked at the little short foreigners in front of him with stupid curiosity—the height of Westerners in this era was not as high as that of Northern Chinese.

He had seen few modern soldiers, but the British and French soldiers had never seen such a big monster.

The army was in chaos for a while, and many people raised the rifles in their hands—unfortunately, they were not loaded.

So they were in a hurry to load, and some were scared to the ground—the one in front of them was obviously a beast, and that size was like a snack to eat a person.

All officers, including the diplomats who followed, were stupid. No one said that there was such a monster in Asia.

The volley rang out, and the giant tiger was unscathed. The lead bullets slid off Bai Lang's body powerlessly, and he couldn't even feel the impact.

The six-pounder was quickly pulled out and loaded. After one shot, Bai Lang just scratched his itch, "Just this?" He muttered, completely ignoring the fact that the foreigners opposite were about to fall out of their eyes because the monster could speak human language.

The claws stretched out, picked up a foreigner who looked like an officer, Bai Lang grabbed him, and the wind blade automatically stripped him naked, and the claws popped out to open his stomach and pull out his lower water.

Bai Lang was thinking about a problem, "Eat or not?" Since he was so "promoted" by the big boss, his thinking mode also moved towards the demon vein.

The Western White Tiger probably wouldn't care about eating people or not. In the eyes of the four spirits of heaven, all things are the same. Humans, demons, and all living beings are equal. Eating people is no different from eating other creatures.

Although the four spirits actually don't need to eat at all...

After thinking for a long time and doing psychological construction, Bai Lang threw the corpse away. "Forget it, forget it." He mediated himself, then looked at the British and French soldiers in front of him, the corners of this guy's mouth raised and made a terrible roar.

The roar was high and violent. It was originally the volume that could shake people to death, plus the gold-cutting power contained in the roar, it directly spread a fan-shaped path of flesh and blood in front of him.

Thousands of British and French soldiers turned into broken meat and skeletons in one roar, and in the next second, Bai Lang turned into a hurricane and whistled away—this guy really just came to see it, and roared by the way.

His departure took away the short-term memory of these people, and the memory of the people on the city gate building was also dissipating—they could only vaguely remember a gust of demon wind.

And the British and French side should have been replaced by a big explosion, and the sudden explosion of gunpowder caused serious casualties.

The giant tiger could only become a legend in the end, which was a little protection Bai Lang received.

"It won't be long before I can get out. From now on, I will fully achieve the concept of the White Tiger Star Lord. It is finally possible to approach those big bosses from the root—it is much stronger than the pilots anyway." Bai Lang was also very happy.

So he returned to the cave and fell asleep again—this time the time was very short.

Only a few decades later, watching the Japanese invasion, Bai Lang was awakened by the blood evil spirit that reached its peak.

A small team appeared in the place where he was, obviously Japanese.

This should be part of the Great Wall War of Resistance, and these little devils were likely trying to bypass the main defense line and infiltrate.

The number was not small, there were two or three hundred people.

The world is ultimately different from the original world, and Bai Lang's existence proves this.

The huge White Tiger lay on a huge rock outside the cave, looking calmly at the little devils who bypassed the ridge and appeared in front of him...

After seeing the White Tiger, the first thing the little devils did was to kneel—they were humans, not magical creatures, and they would be afraid.

Such a huge creature must be divine. The Japanese in this era would inevitably be superstitious, and of course, some people fired.

But when they found that the bullets were useless, they quickly joined the ranks of kneeling and worshiping.

The creature in front of him was full of divine power in the concept of the East. Bai Lang looked at the little devils in front of him and spoke, "Offend my heaven's divine power, die."

His language contained divine thoughts. Even if they didn't understand Chinese, these little devils could correctly understand the meaning. When someone fell soft, someone planned to fight for the last time.

But Bai Lang directly gave them equal death. He just took a breath and sucked out the souls of these people—"This thing is getting harder and harder to suck. If it weren't for the fact that I don't have the concept of soul at all, it wouldn't kill people if I sucked it out now." Think about the past, there were ghosts and gods, and now it's impossible to establish at all.

So he had to exhale, turn into a fierce wind and gold blade, and cut the Japanese soldiers who were dizzy in front of him into pieces.

As for the souls sucked out, those things were not only transparent like phantoms, but even difficult to form human shapes. They could only be said to be extremely thin mist, and they really couldn't kill people like a long time ago...

Now that they are sucked out, they can only make the victims dizzy and uncomfortable for three to five days...

Bai Lang easily killed these Japanese soldiers, "Great Wall War of Resistance?" Although these souls couldn't kill people, it was no problem for Bai Lang to know part of the memory. "It's only '33."

He can't go out now. Although the old man no longer puts his eyes here, the further materialist world really restricts his actions.

It's not that he can't run around, but if he really runs around, he will inevitably pull this world into the scene of spiritual energy recovery again. At that time, the old man's eyes might look over again—it's not easy to handle on the face, and it's not good to be used as a "culprit" by then.

The old man won't do anything to him, but working is probably unavoidable, and the big boss is not very good at reaching out to pull him at this time.

So if Bai Lang messes around, he will probably be asked by the big boss to pull him away as soon as he leaves this mountain forest, but Bai Lang doesn't want to leave yet, he is still thinking about stopping that massacre.

Killing all the little devils is the best way. Bai Lang tried to move a little, and a quartz board fell down immediately...