Judging from Bailang's original martial arts, a storm that spreads hundreds of miles is not a problem, it's just out of control - of course it can be so big without special control. But the eye of a storm that is hundreds of kilometers wide can expand to thousands or even thousands.
Kilometer storm? This is something Bailang could not do in the past, but this time he was able to exude such power at once. This is indeed a great advancement in Bailang's martial arts.
"And he can still maintain weak control. Now it's time to use his arms like a finger! Xiaoxiaoxiao!" Bai Lang danced his arms, stepped on his feet and began to punch - the energy of Nandou White Tiger Fist spread throughout his body.
It spread out to control the strong wind. Golden light also appeared on his body, and the Thirteen Taibao practiced the martial arts of the Golden Bell Shield and gathered strength to start to break through the levels. "Crush the twelve levels in one go to achieve the Great Perfection of the Golden Bell Shield!" Bai Lang thought.
road.
The eye of the storm is constantly shrinking, and the scope of the storm has been reduced to only a few tens of miles in radius. This range has become the absolute area that Bailang can control. The so-called internal scenes and external scenes are not just like this. Within a certain range, he can control the area
Everything within it - of course, mainly some rules. Use your own rules to suppress other rules, that's all.
Bailang probably knew this too. He had never been too interested in the so-called understanding of the deepest principles of martial arts - "I practice martial arts, not metaphysics - neither a monk practices Buddhism, nor a Taoist practitioner."
Xuan Jing, don't you just need to use strong force?" It seems that Bai Lang has deviated slightly from those mysterious and mysterious martial arts combined with the kung fu of hundreds of other schools of thought.
The Thirteen Taibao practiced the Golden Bell Shield and excelled in defense. This is a martial art that slaps Bailang in the face. Its ability to defend and destroy evil is much stronger than a simple iron cloth shirt. So Bailang's own ideas are extreme, which shows that this
A person only talks with his mouth, but his body is still very honest. After all, he has not become a philosopher, but he has become a pragmatist.
Thinking all these things in his mind, Bailang shook his joints, and suddenly the clouds in the sky dispersed. Amidst the roar of the tiger, the storm disappeared, and the sunlight falling in the clouds shrouded Bailang like a beam of light. Outside his body was a huge
The phantom of the white tiger, and within the phantom of the white tiger, there is a golden bell that defines his figure. The temperature of the sun is extremely high - it doesn't matter if you are innate, but if you want to show the interior scenes to the outside? It is better to pass the disaster first.
Is this probably the way of balance between heaven and earth? Anyway, the masters in the interior and exterior scenes have to overcome the tribulation when they achieve their achievements. As for the next level, I don’t know whether to go through the tribulation Bailang - maybe it is more difficult to step into that opportunity than to overcome the tribulation.
It's high. Under the hot sunlight, the gravel around Bailang immediately began to melt. "Is this sunlight or the optical radiation of the hydrogen bomb? Hey! Isn't this the same thing?" Bailang muttered.
But he didn't think of any way to resist light radiation. Can this thing be carried by its hard skin? It seems that it can only improve its heat resistance or reflect most of the light. From a scientific point of view...
...The more Bai Lang thought about it, the more he thought about it, but it didn't stop him from changing his martial arts. Under the stimulation of his true energy, the golden bell kept getting bigger, covering both Bai Hu and him. The sunlight shone on the golden bell and shot out thousands of points.
Like the light of fire.
The light was so dense that it seemed like clouds surrounding a big golden bell. Bailangzhen Qi surged out to support the big bell, and the sun's true fire kept reducing his Zhenqi, but when it burned, it also burned his
The true energy was further purified - the inner power of the golden bell was even more attached to a trace of the pure yang true fire, and the ability to destroy demons was further improved. Even Bai Lang himself was burned by the true fire until his teeth cracked - if it weren't for Jin
The bell jar magic is naturally compatible with the pure Yang fire, and Bai Lang is afraid that he will turn into a nigger at this moment.
At this time, Bailang's clothes had been burned away, and his skin was red, both internally and externally. The breath he exhaled felt quite hot. His hair and beard were already curly, but because they were from Bailang's body,
So it hasn't been burned yet. Bailang has been using his luck to suppress the true fire, suppressing it in his Dantian and burning the true energy meridians. Don't let it wander freely, otherwise Bailang knows that he will be burned to death.
The phantom of the white tiger has also turned red. The true energy of Nandou White Tiger Fist and the true energy of Jinzhongzhao were also burned by the real fire, and they also brought a ray of fire energy. Just as Bailang gritted his teeth and endured, he actually turned Pure Yang alive.
When the fire was suppressed, the sun's burning instantly turned into ice, from burning the sky and boiling the sea to freezing everything. "Ice and fire?" Bai Lang cursed, and ice crystals froze directly on his skin.
, and the skin is cracked everywhere.
The huge copper bell transformed by the zhenqi also had cracks everywhere, and the golden bell turned white. Bailang found that even his own zhenqi seemed to be frozen, and the coldness coming from inside and outside was quickly wiping him out.
The magic power of the golden bell cover kept cracking, and it looked like the skin and flesh would be frozen into shining ice crystals like bones. At this time, Bai Lang exhaled for a long time, and he let out a tiger's roar.
The phantom bronze bell collapsed silently, and was replaced by a roaring white tiger looking up to the sky. The ice crystals on its body were like small blades, and Bailang also used this to stimulate the energy of Nandou White Tiger Fist, directly bringing him up.
The extremely cold Taiyin Qi traveled through the meridians and finally suppressed it into the Dantian. Pure Yang True Fire and Taiyin True Water and Fire were clearly incompatible with each other. "This piece of shit is really paralyzing!" Bai Lang also gritted his teeth.
Under the power of Nandou White Tiger Fist, the skin, flesh and bones that were about to break were forcibly bonded again. The problem now is that Bailang must activate the real fire to warm himself, otherwise he will freeze to death - even if he dies
Maybe he would still die without a whole body. The white tiger's true energy can absorb the coldness and fierceness in it, but there is nothing he can do about the low temperature - that is the jurisdiction of Xuanwu. "It's just hard work anyway." Bai Lang cursed.
"It's my fault! Otherwise, another person would have been turned into minced meat by this time." Bailang boasted, completely ignoring the fact that no one was watching - he also wanted to comfort himself. Now he was facing a doom under the sun.
Bailang tried to move, but found that the sun was shining on him, indicating that escaping was useless. Since it was light and not a calamity cloud, Bailang could not break it up - there might be a man who could defeat the light, but that man might be named Si
Wu...
Bailang could only resist hard and hope for any changes. Changes came as they were said - the sunshine returned to normal, but thunderballs appeared out of thin air and hit him. "What is this? Thunder in the void? Do you want to be so unscientific?"
"Bai Lang shouted words that were completely non-martial arts, while trying to dodge these thunderballs with his own Qinggong. He failed shamefully. Although these thunderballs did not fly very fast, they could be tracked.
Originally, tracking didn't matter, but the problem was that there were more than a hundred thunderballs when they came out, and these more than a hundred thunderballs actually cooperated. So once you eat the first shot, you will almost inevitably eat the second shot.
After taking the second shot, don't even think about hiding from the remaining hundreds of shots. This thing will paralyze people. Even white-wave copper skin and iron bones are useless. This thing completely ignores the defensive electricity and makes him want nothing. The powerful thunder directly
It penetrated his flesh and wreaked havoc inside.
The thunder penetrated his meridians with endless majesty and strength, and Bailang's true energy was constantly being torn apart and obliterated in the thunder, but he had to go up to resist - otherwise he would not be electrocuted into an afro, but would be
He was killed into ashes. The force of the thunder made Bai Lang tremble all over. His beard and hair had long been blown into ashes and no longer existed. Now the veins on the head of this hard-boiled egg burst out, and there was blood under the teeth - not just his mouth.
There was bleeding inside, this guy's eyes, ears and nostrils were bleeding. As soon as the blood dropped to the ground, it immediately exploded into a ball of thunder and fire.
The skin and flesh on his body that had been forcibly healed were torn open again, and blood flowed out from the cracks - making it look like the ground was cracking, with glowing magma underneath. The situation became very bad, and Bai Lang felt that there was a big problem.
Still behind, he always felt that this disaster seemed to be more serious. "No! We can't let those two things stay in the dantian - if the ice and fire phase explodes, don't I have to return to my position?"
Bai Lang gritted his teeth and channeled the energy of the thunderbolt. He used this thing as a thrust to push his inner strength to wrap around the two things of pure Yang True Fire and Taiyin True Water and walk along the meridians, vowing to push them out completely.
In the body, the initial plan is to spit it out from the mouth. The internal energy is consumed crazily - not only to resist the thunder, but also to wrap and divide the two seeds of water and fire - these two things, yin and yang, are like millstones, constantly
Get rid of the infuriating energy of isolation.
With Bailang's true energy so powerful, he already felt that it was difficult to ride a tiger. "If this continues for an hour at most, my true energy will be exhausted! But at this moment, I can't absorb the vitality between heaven and earth to replenish it!" At this time, the vitality between heaven and earth is gone.
It was locked tightly here, and Bailang couldn't absorb even a single bit. Normally, he should have prepared some Qi-replenishing pills, but Bailang didn't have any.
"Gan Liniang! If you want to die, you will die for tens of millions of years! Fight!" Bai Lang suddenly raised his heart and directly activated his true energy desperately, completely ignoring the possible damage to the meridians, accelerating the discharge of the two time bombs and the thunder.
The ball was forced back out of the body. At the same time, he also started to take action, using his fists, feet and claws to try to break up the thunderballs that were forced out of the body. At this time, there were crazy thunders in the sky and the earth, and it was really dangerous for a moment.
Extremely.
Bai Lang's eyes almost popped out of their sockets, his mouth opened wide, and his skin was covered with blood. He spat out a ball of blood-laced essence, which flew to the ground far away and exploded. "Sure enough,
It's a scam!" Bailang thought, luckily he spit it out. For this reason, he suffered severe damage to his meridians and internal injuries. Fortunately, he punched and kicked him so much that the flesh on his fists and feet burned black and fell off, leaving only
When he removed the bones, he finally dispersed the thunderballs that filled the sky.
It seems that the fate has passed. The Bailang Thief went to the building and all his energy and vitality were depleted. He could not raise any real power that was empty in his dantian. He fell straight into the condensation glass pit, due to the golden bell cover.
The broken crystals were embedded in his flesh due to the broken power, and his back was suddenly bloody and bloody. The pain was indeed painful, but he really didn't have the strength to get up now.
The vitality between heaven and earth gradually seeped into Bai Lang's body, but now he really didn't have enough willpower and spiritual thought to control the energy to swim away, but traces of extreme energy were born in his own upper, middle and lower dantian.
Pure vitality - this is his innate true energy. This true energy is not very controlled at the moment, it just moves slowly in the direction of the golden bell and white tiger fist that he is accustomed to.
Poor Bailang's broken meridian can only be healed by warmth or magical medicine - there are no meridians that cannot be connected, it just requires exercises and medicine. Mainly relying on one's own magical skills to connect the meridians -
There are indeed some martial arts in this world that can only be practiced by cutting off the meridians... The innate true energy travels through the meridians, and when it encounters a break, it disperses into the flesh and bones, and when it reaches the other end, it naturally gathers and comes out again.
Bai Lang lay in this place for three whole days, being sunburned during the day and frozen at night. When he finally got up, he heard the snapping sound. It was the sound of forcibly tearing apart the bonded skin and flesh.
Of course, it hurt so much that his face turned pale. After he stood up, he immediately got lucky and sprayed out the glass shards embedded in the flesh and blood on his back with bloody water. Bailang took long strides and walked towards his "house".
"Thankfully there have been no storms in the past three days, and I was not near this house when I went through the tribulation. It should be fine." Bailang thought as he walked over. There was nothing on him except jade fish. Bailang walked away
When we arrived at the house, the trees had begun to die in large numbers, and the original British pond was about to be dried up. Bailang thought for a moment, then punched the shallow water in the middle of the pond - there was really only a finger-deep water left.
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Bailang's fist force directly penetrated the mud at the bottom of the water. "After becoming a master of interior and exterior scenes, I can try to see if this is feasible." Bailang murmured to himself. In just a few breaths, from Bailang
Spring water began to flow out of the hole punched by the punch, "Underwater veins? Hahahaha, this is just a punch to cause the water element to change." Bailang's punch meant that gold would generate water. If the others were not around,
This fist spirit can last for eternity.
Clear water gushes out of the hole and soon fills the pond. The small fish that were struggling to survive also become active. The water not only fills the pond, but eventually overflows from the pond to form a stream, and Bailang raises his palm.
Splitting, the palm force was like a swimming dragon swimming around the forest that was not yet dead, leaving ditches on the ground and water flowing in the ditches, seeping into the ground to irrigate the trees.
"If they can't support it, these trees will probably die." Bailang knew that these trees would probably die from the sun, and would the pond be submerged by a sandstorm? Bailang felt that this would at least happen after he left - that's right.
, Bailang was still prepared to heal his injuries here, and he was not prepared to run around before he fully recovered.