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Chapter 941

All the gods and gods of the three religions are happy to see what Bai Lang does now - this will also help them stretch out their hands. If these princes want to fight for the throne, wouldn’t they have to rely more on their power? We, a god, cannot beat the royal family, Bai Lang, this martial arts celestial being, and we can go to three? As long as this martial arts celestial being does not become the emperor, the three religions are acceptable - people in the royal family must also balance the power of their own family members.

Bai Lang had gained a lot from comprehending the true fire of the Sun, but he also knew that he was the body of Zhu Rong, the Lord of Fire Demon, and even if he had feedback on his original body, he would only improve his cultivation a small part of his cultivation. It was probably impossible for him to enter the level of what the Western religion called the Arhat Fruit. "It's a pity that he still cannot practice the Creation of the Yuan Gong, otherwise it would be at least a celestial immortal Taoist fruit. As for Hunyuan Wuji, he would forget it." He was still thinking beautiful.

Bai Lang is not even comparable to the Seven Great Saints now, but fortunately the gap is not big - he cannot compare with the Seventh Monkey, and he can still compare with the few names in it. This is all about his original body. As for this clone, let’s see how far the Romance of the Gods in this world can reach.

The world's leading general is also a military model in the world. This is what Bai Lang has been doing in the past. In this world, I am afraid that it will change a little bit - it always looks like a brave warrior, which makes him originally a martial arts master, and when Bai Lang reflects on himself, he seems to be a brave warrior from the beginning, and he is the prince's young security guard.

Bai Shaobao's majesty is also famous. Now when he recalls the many rushing trips in the past, he feels very proud and happy. "It's better to kill people happily." Bai Lang unconsciously exuded the murderous aura after killing people. There was no one in the mansion. The servant maid was shocked and the servant fell unconsciously. Only two princesses were used to being able to move freely.

"Ah, I've scared people." Bai Lang woke up from his own sarcasm, and he quickly put away his murderous aura. "I thought I didn't just forget it back then, but there were more than one thousand under my command! A million heads fell to the ground with a command!" Suddenly, he stopped saying the words behind Yixing, "Compared to orders, I like to kill myself."

The two princesses also followed him and said that the courage of Bai Lang at the end of the Han Dynasty in the past made Lang complacent, claiming that the God of Martial Wealth could not beat him back then.

Bai Lang practiced martial arts and ignored the government's affairs without talking about him. He only said that the east, west, south and north were also the luck of heaven. The secrets of heaven have been repeated. The murderous intent in this world has already revealed that the orthodox emperor's body has become worse day by day. He has repeatedly rushed to Longmen several times, but it has damaged his physical foundation. Bai Lang originally thought that he had fifteen years of life, but he never thought that he would eat something that prolongs his life in the past few years. In the end, he had lost five or six years of life after conflicting with each other - it was just that the fire was strong, and the orthodox emperor didn't know it.

Bai Lang didn't care about the prince's destruction of sesame and grain. Anyway, the orthodox emperor probably had a good death. If the prince came to power, he would probably be the king of the country. No matter how bad he was, he would be war everywhere. He could die of overwork as soon as possible at a young age. Thinking of the old prince who was sentenced to death, Bai Lang felt that the reputation behind the orthodox emperor would not be good. The tiger poison did not eat his sons. This old man had several sons killed back then, otherwise the prince would not have been in his twenties and was not even thirty years old.

"No wonder the prince was worried. If the old guy lived for another ten or eight years, he would not have the life of the prince." Bai Lang thought of the recent appearance of the prince, and the prince was standing beside him. Bai Lang felt keen, and of course he noticed the dark and twisted appearance under the prince's skin. However, the prince's malice actually pointed to the orthodox emperor, "mostly he complained about why Lao Deng was not dead yet." He didn't know that the prince had already called himself secretly.

Bai Lang had already felt this, but because the old man was only a few years old, Bai Lang decided to forgive him and not give him a trip directly - after all, this body is someone else's son, and killing his father with his son is too evil and unjust, so Bai Lang would not take it. As for killing the king? That thing is okay.

He did this once or twice. He beat the emperor three times and even did his majesty rebellion. He was even more arrogant than Gao Cheng.

He also took a copy of Huangji Jingshishu during this period. With his martial arts wisdom, he could certainly see that this skill is something that the royal family should have. Even those who control dragon energy can directly call on the skills of other people who practice this skill. This is called "Supering the world to worship one person." "It should have been like this. Since it is called Huangji Jingshishu, it should be such a martial art."

The skill of weapons and Bai Lang is a unique skill in killing people in battle formations. He has always been disliked by him in small and flexible manner. Even so, he has still been trained to an extremely subtle realm. Now he has a pen tube in his hand and lit up the silver spear. As he rotates, the fire clouds gather and the fire rain floats. The water-type dragon bones have been refined into the fire-type magic spear.

There is a young man in southern Xinjiang, named Xiang Pang. He lives by selling charcoal on weekdays. He is a good person and is generous in his character. Therefore, he gathered many "heroes" in the county. On this day, he also burned charcoal in the charcoal farm, but the charcoal farm has been long and the back wall has collapsed. When Xiang Pang was repairing, he took out a jade plaque from it. When he was happy to sell it for a few cents of money, he was rushed by the jade plaque and fainted.

This is also the fate of his wild dragon and snake. In his fainting, a series of magical skills were injected into his mind. This person's fate was consistent with him, and his practice would naturally be like a thousand miles a day. When Xiang Pang woke up, a series of magical skills appeared in his mind. Now he himself knew that it was the opportunity to practice diligently. When Bai Lang became a celestial being, this person had already practiced to the point of only half of the heavenly beings. At this time, the chieftains of the Southern Xinjiang were deeply exploited. If the weather was not warm, half of the people would have to be frozen to death. If it weren't for the warm weather, half of the people would have been frozen to death. If it weren't for the fact that they had no clothes to wear, wouldn't they be frozen to death?

So the man raised his arms and shouted, and immediately gathered more than 200 heroes under his brothers. He directly opened the fort at the local mine with bamboo and wood weapons, killed all his family to get gold iron forged weapons and armor in the fort, and occupied the mines to cause chaos, causing local prefectures and counties to mobilize 3,000 troops to pacify.
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