Pope System of Rebirth

After running for a while, the sound of horses' hooves in front of them became quieter and quieter. Qin Lang shouted: "Little horse, little horse, please try your best."

Unfortunately, the pony was full of heart but not strong enough, so it ran slower and slower. After a while, the sound of the horse's hooves disappeared, and the sky was filled with yellow sand in the desert, making it difficult to open one's eyes.

Qin Lang actually ran away from them.

"I'll rein it in, Ma, you really killed me." Qin Lang is not afraid of storms and is indestructible. Even if a tornado comes, he will be swept away and fall to the ground.

He was still thinking that he was fine, but he didn't know that the storms in the Death Desert were completely different. The storms here would produce tornadoes, and when severe, three tornadoes could even appear at the same time.

Qin Lang has always had good luck since he came to the other world, but his good luck seems to be far away from him today.

If someone looks at the Desert of Death from a high altitude at this time, they can see a strange phenomenon in the desert. The wind blowing from the north into the Desert of Death seems to be pulled by some kind of force, in a strange state.

It was cut from the middle and blown to the east and west sides.

On the east and west sides, it turns in another arc shape toward the center of the desert. In this way, the entire desert of death turns into a strange wind flow corner. The wind from the east and west collides with each other, then separates, and separates again.

Collide.

It seemed chaotic, but after countless collisions and separation, three huge wind currents were produced. The wind currents rotated and soon rose into the sky.

A tornado formed.

And there are three of them, three that cost human lives.

Qin Lang, who was groping forward in the desert, was completely unaware of the changes in the Desert of Death. The pony was too distraught to move, so he could only jump off the horse and encourage it.

As a result, it still didn't move.

Hence the scene in Old Master, where classmate Qin Lang runs as fast as he can before playing with the horse on his back.

Unfortunately, a terrifying storm formed in the Desert of Death, and three tornadoes roared into the sky, like three angry swords trying to pierce the sky.

The wind and sand flew even more wildly. Qin Lang stood on the ground blankly. He turned around and looked to the side. The tornado suddenly rising into the sky was like a monster lying in wait in the desert. It suddenly appeared and came silently. It came very violently.

"My mother, do it!" Qin Lang's brows were twitching, and he took off his feet and ran away. There was a tornado beside him, so he couldn't stand still.

The pony was dragged by him. The pony's eyes, which were barely open under the soft eyelashes, were filled with gratitude for some unknown reason. That was an expression that only humans should have.

If Qin Lang's Three Purities Dao Power was not blocked by the Black and White Qi, he could use his great magical powers to escape or simply disperse the tornado. Unfortunately, his Three Purities Dao Power now only has a blessing effect.

Even though his body is strong, he can't compete with the speed of the wind.

A tornado swept through, and Qin Lang and his horse were swept up into the air with a strange scream.

The colt's reins also broke away from his hands at that moment, and Qin Lang separated from the colt. The sand grains crackled on his body.

Qin Lang felt that the world was spinning, and the reins in his hands had been lost, and he was afraid that the foal would be in danger. He forced himself to open his eyes, and immediately closed them in fear of the wind and sand rushing towards him. His body was like a vajra, and his eyes had

Qin Lang didn't know this nature at all. He didn't dare to take risks. If he was blind, everything would be over.

The tornado got bigger and bigger, and it rolled higher and higher.

When he was a child, he once learned in a nature textbook that a tornado would roll small fish into the clouds and then fall thousands of miles away. Qin Lang knew very well that the current situation was very bad. If it was swept thousands of miles away, in Donglong City

, everything that the Darcy tribe worked so hard to do is all over.

He violently tore off his robe, leaving himself naked and flying with the whirlwind. Then he took out a piece of cloth from the torn off material and covered his eyes.

With the cloth strips covering his eyes, the danger of approaching wind and sand was much smaller. He tried to open his eyes again. The cloth strips and the fact that his body was constantly rotating made it no different from closing his eyes.

Qin Lang's heart moved, and he tried to apply the blessing power of the Sanqing Dao in his eyes. His eyes were really brighter, and the cloth covering his eyes seemed to be much more transparent.

He was overjoyed that the swirling wind and sand outside had slowed down a little, and he looked around, hoping to find a way to escape. Suddenly, a flash of fire flashed through the tornado.

It was a flash of fire.

Is it really fire?

Qin Lang thought he was dazzled and lost his vision in the tornado.

Unexpectedly, after a few minutes, he heard a strange cry. The sound sounded like some kind of animal. It was somewhat familiar, but it didn't sound very real.

Qin Lang thought he heard wrongly and had auditory hallucinations in the tornado.

What happened next suddenly became incredible.

The strange sound came again, one after another, sounding like the neighing of a horse.

After the sound, light also appeared, a bright red light that looked like fire.

Because when the light disappeared, Qin Lang felt the heat coming from the air.

There must be a living creature. What kind of living creature could appear in a tornado? Qin Lang wondered if it was some kind of monster, a legendary monster.

After all, only monsters in stories or legends have this ability.

The place he was in now was high in the sky, and there was a tornado. No living thing could be in such a place, except for monsters like him.

Another flash of red light passed by, it was a red similar to the color of blood. This time the red light did not leave. Instead, it stopped in front of Qin Lang's eyes.

This feeling is very strange.

Because Qin Lang was in the wind, floating with the wind, but the blood-red light was right in front of him, always there, and seemed to be moving with the wind.

Moreover, the light paused for a while and seemed to be moving forward, because Qin Lang felt the surrounding temperature rising.

When blown by the wind, it can heat up the surrounding area.

It seems...

If he could grow his mouth, his jaw would probably drop.

The living creatures are approaching, and they seem to be very curious.

A certain bad guy pounced on a hungry tiger.

Qin Lang hugged something firmly, something hot...

It's root-shaped, not counting the hot ones. It seems to have hairs, hairs that prick your hands.

What exactly did you hold?

The blood-red creature screamed loudly.

Qin Lang felt that the air around him was stagnant, and he kept kicking the roots on his hands. The force was very strong, but who was Qin Lang, a man like King Kong...

What can this little power do to him?

What's more, the living creatures in the tornado must have the ability to get in and out. The fiery roots are life-saving straws. How can you let go if you catch them?

Hug your thighs.

Hold your thigh decisively.

Qin Lang salivated. He could hug him as hard as he could.

The rushing feeling came again.

It moved. "Thigh" couldn't bear it anymore, and screamed and rushed into the strong wind.

Flying, flying!

The sand grains are flying, the waves are flying, and the thighs are galloping.

The wind whizzed by my ears and the sand particles made a rattling sound on my body.

Qin Lang felt that the huge pulling force on his body was disappearing little by little. It was like a thorn carrying him through the rubber sheath. When the rubber sheath broke, it was when he escaped from the scope of the tornado.

Everything will come, it's just a matter of time.

The pulling force around me is getting smaller and smaller, and the sound of the wind howling is getting louder and louder.

Pfft. It seemed like the thorn had punctured the rubber sleeve.

Qin Lang felt a pause and felt relieved. He was overjoyed. The dust in front of him was no longer as chaotic as before. Through the cloth on his eyes, he could vaguely see a charcoal look in front of his eyes.

It looks like a strong charcoal fire is burning in a brazier, with bright red burning points flickering.

What exactly did you hold?

Qin Lang still couldn't figure it out, just as he was trying to touch up his thigh.

suddenly.

A horse howled.

It was really a horse roaring. Without the tornado and without the interference of the tornado, he could hear it clearly. It was really the sound of a horse.

Feeling the burning heat on his hands, Qin Lang's heart skipped a beat.

Could it be that we have met the legendary Tian Yanju?

What the hell!

Fuck! If he could open his mouth, he would shout to the sky.

However, Tian Yanju seemed to be having trouble with him, and suddenly stopped flying in the air. Qin Lang felt that he also had a strange meal in the air, and then there was wind blowing on his legs, and the hair on his forehead also appeared.

A slight feeling of tension.

This feels very much like the moment when you jump off a high platform during bungee jumping.

Won't!

Qin Lang thought to himself.

Really not!

"ah……"

High-decibel dolphin sounds were heard in the storm.

Tian Yanju started free falling.

I saw a ball of fire falling from the sky, and all the dust flying around it disappeared. It seemed that the fire of the fireball was so powerful that even the dust could be burned into nothingness.

The falling line of the fireball formed an unusually clear trajectory in the sky.

"Bang!"

The gravitational acceleration caused by the free fall motion at an altitude of 10,000 meters is astonishingly terrifying.

The moment he landed, a stylish little mushroom cloud surged on the ground.

The storm in the Death Desert moved to the east during this period, and the wind in the sky weakened. After the storm passed, the dust in the sky lost its support and slowly fell.

The clean world is recovering.

But there is a place on the ground that is completely unrecoverable.

A pit, a pit with artistic beauty, a pit with fire.

"Fuck!" A curse came from the pit, and he had to hug his thighs tightly to live a safe life.

Qin Lang was so frightened that his heart almost jumped out of his throat. Although he knew that his body was very hard, he never thought that he could still be normal after falling from an altitude of tens of thousands of meters.

The terrible gravity and terrible acceleration will produce unbearable gravity.

But at this moment, Qin Lang found that he didn't feel anything after being smashed into the soil, and he didn't even feel any pain on his body. This was perverted enough.

"Hahaha!" Qin Lang hugged his thigh tightly and laughed wildly.

The cloth covering my eyes has been burned. The storm has gone away.

He could clearly see that he was holding a horse leg, a leg that was on fire. The fire pattern on the horse's leg was very strange. From the hoof to the calf, it was similar to the pattern of the sun totem, distributed in a rotating shape.

What a leg of the Heavenly Flame Divine Horse...

Just when a certain man was admiring the vivid legs of the Heavenly Flame Horse.

Wang Xiang is very anxious. The boss is missing. This is a serious matter.

"Liu Cheng, hurry up and use your skills to find it."

After the storm passed, the three men searched in the desert.

This time, the four of them encountered the most terrifying Three Dragons in the Desert of Death.

Ma Weng shook his head for a while. He knew very well what three dragons were playing in the sky. Three tornadoes covering the east, west and north were enough to destroy anything.

Precisely because such things exist in this desert.

That’s why it was named the Desert of Death.

Because of the three dragons playing in the sky, many people died in the desert. Ma Weng picked up the sand on the ground. It was all new, without any trace of oldness. He shook his head helplessly and said: "Come on, let's go to the Blood Horse first."

"Zhen, sir, you are very capable. If you are still alive, you will go there to find us."

Wang Xiang was unwilling to leave just now. After following Qin Lang for a while, he learned a lot of things. For example, observing facial expressions. Ma Weng's words may have confirmed that the boss will not survive.

He didn't believe it, he firmly didn't believe it, so he got on his horse and said, "You go first. I'll go look for it alone."

this……

What is going on.

My Sanqing, Buddha and Guanyin.

Qin Lang, who was holding the legs of the Heavenly Flame Horse, looked at the flames falling from the sky. Each ball of flames was a Heavenly Flame Horse, and there were more than forty horses.

They either landed on the sand, on a small rocky hill, or next to a dry tree trunk.

The tree trunks are burning, the sand is burning, and even the hard stones in the desert are burning.

Qin Lang, who was in a state of ignorance, couldn't understand at all. It wasn't that the Heavenly Flame Divine Horse existed only in legends, but why there were so many of them around him, and they were all staring at him eagerly.

"Mortal, you have great power."

The last ball of blood-red flames fell from the sky, and even the air seemed to be burning. It was a horse whose whole body was covered in blood-red flames. Its fire not only came from under its hooves, but every hair seemed to be burning.

.

Qin Lang stood up in a daze, all his clothes had been burned, only the Qiankun bag was still there.

He glanced at the Qiankun bag to confirm that his baby was okay, then he stood up straight with the horse's feet in hand.

The horse's legs were being lifted upside down, and the horse beside him was unable to turn over on the ground and neighed several times in pain.

"Mortal, please let my child go!"

The horse raised its head with pride, and its eyes were filled with the aura of a king who despised everything.

"No, why should I let it go?" Qin Lang rolled his eyes, and his handsome face looked a little coquettish against the blood-red firelight.

"The fire of the sun cannot hurt you. Let me ask you, mortal, where you come from."

With the child by Qin Lang's side, King Ma didn't seem to be in a hurry and changed the topic and asked.

Qin Lang didn't dare to let go. If he let go of these flying horses, all the cooked ducks would be gone. He pouted, looked up at the sky, and then at the ground.

He opened his mouth to reveal his signature dimples and said: "North of Donglong City, Darxi Qinlang."

At this time, two more horses fell from the sky. Their coats were smooth and black, and there was no fire on their bodies. However, the two horses carried a dying maroon pony in their mouths.

"Mortal, I believe this pony is yours."

A glimmer of wisdom flashed in King Ma's eyes, and the horse's mouth moved strangely, as if he was smiling.

He was indeed smiling, Qin Lang felt it.

"Wow, you saved him, thank you, thank you so much!" Qin Lang suddenly let go of the Heavenly Flame Horse's legs that he was clinging to. He saved his horse, so he had to let go of his son.

Reciprocity is the way of a gentleman.

Qin Lang naturally wanted to get a powerful horse, but the strange horse could talk and kept calling itself a mortal. He was afraid that it had some connection with the gods of this world, so he might not be able to play with it. So he went along with it.

Favor, show your kind side.

As the saying goes, good people are rewarded.

The Heavenly Flame Divine Horse caught by Qin Lang got rid of him, neighed, rushed over, and rubbed the horse king's long neck like a baby.

The pony was crawling on the ground, with more air coming out and less air coming in. He was afraid he wouldn't survive for long. Qin Lang climbed out of the pit, came to the little pony, sighed, patted its head and apologized deeply: "Just

Blame me for hurting you!"

Qin Lang was very talkative, and King Ma was a little surprised. The light in his eyes changed a lot, and he said again: "Mortal, do you know what we are?"

"The Divine Horse of Heavenly Flame, the legendary horse, I know." Qin Lang raised his head and rolled his eyes, indicating that this question was retarded.

"Why don't you seize the opportunity and discuss the terms? Don't you humans like this very much?" Horse King's blood-red flames became much softer.

"Can a horse that can talk be an ordinary thing? There are people above you. What's the point of catching me by force?" Qin Lang shrugged his shoulders, looked at the horse king and said: "God horse, can you save me?

of carrots.”

The horse king shook his head and turned to leave.

Qin Lang suddenly moved, his figure was like the wind, and rushed to King Ma. The black stone sword in his hand turned into a black light and broke through the flames, falling on King Ma's beautiful long neck.

No matter how weird the horses are, they are just horses.

Moreover, the Heavenly Flame Divine Horse is gentle in nature, so it has a body of flames to protect itself. Unfortunately, Qin Lang is not afraid of flames. Therefore, to him, the Heavenly Flame Divine Horse is no different from an ordinary horse.

The horse king was startled. But a trace of perseverance flashed in his beautiful black eyes. Even if the coldness from the black sword could kill him in an instant, he still had no intention of bowing his head.

"When you meet me again in the future, don't look at me with arrogant eyes. Letting you go is just out of the obligation to protect and cherish animals. I'd better take back the word mortal." Qin Lang did not cut it. He slowly took back the sword,

His momentum forced back the other Heavenly Flame Horses that surrounded him.

If the horse king could sweat, he must have sweated a lot. He stared at Qin Lang and said: "Your horse will not die."

Qin Lang's aura disappeared without a trace in an instant after hearing these words. He wiped the stone sword and put it into the bag, laughing and saying, "Wow, I knew that."

As if the scene just now had never happened, he ignored the Tianyan Horses and ran to the maroon pony Carrot in a few steps, observing it carefully.

The horse king let out a long neigh and flew into the sky with a group of horses.

"Friend Qin Lang, I hope we can meet again. May the Sun God bless you."

The horse king's voice was vague, and Qin Lang said to himself without raising his head: "Oh my god, that's the Divine Horse of Heavenly Flame! There is a Dora Feng. It's a pity that I can't do it."

He squatted on the sand, dejected, and the maroon pony kept trying to keep its eyes open to look at him.

"Oh, forget it!" Qin Lang held a handful of sand in front of his eyes, and used the Qiankun bag to form a fig leaf to block the light leakage. He smiled and said: "Floating clouds, everything is just floating clouds. You can't force it, but it seems that in this world

There is a God.”

Annoyed, he fell into deep thought again.

…

There is a mountain pass not far from here. At this time, two people galloped into the mountain pass. In front of them was a young boy of seventeen or eighteen years old. His luxurious clothes were spotless and his face was full of wealth. He seemed to have been born since childhood.

He is in a luxurious house, and it is not an ordinary merchant's house, because his clothes have many golden patterns, a color only used by the royal family.

A man followed closely behind him. He was wearing animal skin clothes and had two scimitars on his waist. His exposed arms were full of muscles, his eyes were slightly bulging, and his eyes flashed from time to time. He must be a practicing practitioner.

He is an expert. He rides on a black horse, with a long bow and wine flask hanging on it, which clank against each other.

The two rode their horses into the mountain pass and slowed down. The young man walking in front opened his eyes and looked around, as if he was looking for something. The man behind just locked his eyes within two feet of the young man.

The young boy had a pair of beautiful eyes with very long eyelashes, which softly covered his eyes when he closed them. He noticed that there seemed to be a weird person on the ground in front of him, and said: "Uncle Chunzi, look at whether there is a homeless man over there.

And a dead horse..."

"Who said my carrots were dead?"

With sharp ears, Qin Lang turned his head and saw the two strangers approaching him. Fortunately, he had wrapped the vital parts with a Qiankun bag.

He is really not an exhibitionist...

It's not his fault that he's naked!

If you're wrong, it's only the damn Tianyan Divine Horse.

"It's almost time to die together." The young man glanced at the panting pony on the ground, with a trace of unshakable expression on his face. Growing up in Yanju Country, he had seen countless good horses. For a horse

A defeated stallion is nothing to see.

The two of them pretended that Qin Lang didn't exist and continued to move forward.

Qin Lang suddenly became angry. His eyes showed that he dared to underestimate himself. He stood up, put the black stone sword on his shoulder, and shouted provocatively: "Do you dare to take a gamble with me?"

The young man reined in his horse and said with a smile, "What do you have to compensate me for?"

"This sword." Qin Lang raised the sword and smiled confidently, but in his heart he had a bad idea. He planned to get some clothes from the two of them to wear. The leader of the Tianyan Divine Horse said that the carrot was fine.

win.

The young man looked at the sword. It was rough in workmanship and the length of the handle was different. He rolled his eyes and laughed and said, "A broken sword is worthless."

"Ignorant!" Qin Lang squinted at the scimitar on the man's waist and looked up at the sky: "The stainless steel scimitar is not that good, but it can't compare to my stone sword."

"Haha!" The young man laughed and said to the man: "Uncle Chunzi, he said your Yanjing Sword is not good."

"Madman." The man with a thick mustache under his nose shook his head.

"Do you dare to chop me down once?" Qin Lang blew away the dust on the stone sword.

After all, it is something that has been imbued with the immortal energy of ancestor Hongjun. How can it be compared to ordinary mortal objects?

"Uncle Chunzi, the madman is provoking." The young man laughed loudly. His uncle was one of the three masters of Yanju Kingdom. How could ordinary people match him.

"Master, don't pay attention to boring people. We still have things to do, so go quickly!" The man persuaded the young man without even looking at Qin Lang.

"Tch." Qin Lang whistled and watched the two of them go away. He felt that the two of them were very boring. Then he sat on a round stone and looked at the carrots.

Carrot's breath became much more even, but he still couldn't get up. Qin Lang felt strange. Based on his feeling, Carrot should be better, so he put his hand on the horse.

This can't be let go.

Hot, very hot, scorching hot, the carrot's body temperature is probably over fifty degrees.

"I'll strangle him." Qin Lang jumped up in fright. Didn't King Ma say he was fine? Was he lying to me? People say that dogs can't spit out ivory, so is the horse's mouth full of nonsense?

Carrot's condition was very bad. He had a high fever and was in a state of confusion.

What to do.

Qin Lang squatted down again and looked at the carrot carefully.

Suddenly, he discovered something strange.

A touch of blood red.

A touch of blood red like a flame.

In Carrot's open eyes, it gradually grows stronger.

Could it be...

He quickly looked at Carrot's horse hoof. There was nothing within an inch of the hoof. Qin Lang thought he had guessed wrong and was about to avert his eyes.

Suddenly, a bunch of flames spurted out from under Carrot's hooves.

The raging flames were orange-red, like a hot spring suddenly erupting from the ground. A certain man was completely unprepared and was swallowed up by the flames.

The two people leaving in front turned their horses and were stunned.

What's going on?

The pillar of fire rising into the sky is still burning.

The young man swallowed his Adam's apple and looked sideways at Uncle Chunzi, as if he wanted to get an answer from him.

Uncle Chunzi also looked sideways at him, with a hint of horror, a hint of surprise, and a hint of disbelief on his face. Three different emotions were entwined on his dark face.

"The Divine Horse of Heavenly Flame."

His mustache-covered upper lip trembled as he spoke four words.

Just four words.

Its weight even exceeds that of the royal family in Yanju Kingdom.

The Divine Horse of Heavenly Flame, the legendary divine horse, can travel three thousand miles a day, living under its hooves, and everything in its path is set on fire.

The young man's eyes widened, he swallowed the saliva in his mouth with a gulp, and uttered two words with difficulty: "Really?"

It was clear just now that the little horse was a stallion, a stallion that should have died long ago.

Uncle Chunzi's real name is Li Chun. He is the third eldest son in the Yanju Kingdom and has the title of Chunsan. However, in front of the royal family, he cannot have such a title, so he calls himself Little Chunzi.

He nodded, his eyebrows slightly opened, and his complex expression suddenly turned into a ferocious one, a ferocious one of ecstasy.

The surprise in the young man's eyes instantly turned into excitement, the unique excitement of young people about unknown things.

This is the purpose of their trip.

Looking for the legendary Horse of Heavenly Flame.

Surprisingly, it was right in front of me.

"Drive!" The two galloped on their horses and rushed to the side of the fire pillar.

The legendary divine object is right in front of them, and they only need to wait until the flames are extinguished before they have a chance. Poor lunatic, there is no way to know that the divine object is around them, and the only reason is that they have too little luck.

"Uncle Chunzi, how are you going to catch the divine horse?" The young man rubbed his hands. If he could bring the divine horse back today, his father would definitely look at him differently and say that he would not necessarily be the crown prince.

Chun San wiped the sweat from his forehead, shook his head and said, "Little prince, I don't know what to do."

He was so nervous that Chun San even forgot that he should not address the little prince directly. The name of the little prince was Luo Hao. He was the youngest prince of the Luo family of the Yanju Kingdom. He had just turned eighteen. This time he came out to find a bloody horse.

Congratulations to my father on his birthday.

The divine horse neighed wildly. But the neighing sound was a bit awkward, like a guitar string that was out of tune. It was suddenly high and then low.

Following this rather weird and powerful sound, the flames that shot up into the sky were suddenly extinguished, while a certain man still kept the flames and his movements in front of his body motionless.

The body leans forward, the friendly index finger of the left hand points forward, and the right hand holds the black stone sword backward.

Became a sculpture.

It is a real sculpture and the overall color matches well with the black stone sword.

Snow-white and crystal-clear skin, black sword.

Just a black and white combination.

Comes in black and white, boys and girls!

Hula la, a small wind blew through the desert. It stirred up the sand on the ground and also stirred the things under a certain man's crotch.

The maroon pony stood up completely, raised its head, and there was a glimmer of contempt for everything in its eyes. There was fire under its hooves. It was burning. Even its fur seemed to be covered with a layer of tiny flames.

He doesn't look sick at all.

But now!

The two spectators did not pay attention to the maroon pony carrot.

Because, a certain man's eyes blinked.

He is alive and seems to be fine.

After being burned by the fire of the sun, you can still...

Chun San and the little prince opened their mouths in shock.

A certain man's front and rear feet suddenly moved, and his right foot that was behind moved toward the sand in front of him.

What is he going to do?

Only you know...

Qin Lang tapped his foot forward, spun his body deftly on the sand, then tapped his left foot in front, and raised his right hand holding the black stone sword and bent it at ninety degrees.

The left hand moved forward beyond Fu Bo, with the middle finger straightened and the other fingers slightly bent.

Twist your buttocks and move your left and right hands regularly.

I danced the chic and obscene dance of a certain gang leader in Zhou Xingxing's movie.

His mood at this time could not be described as more than happy.

My own maroon pony Carrot turned into the Heavenly Flame Horse, hahaha...

Oh yeah!

A storm is not in vain.

The jaws of Chun San and the little prince Luo Hao almost dropped.

The madman is really not dead, and is even more crazy.

The maroon pony, because it was alive again, was galloping happily around him. The fire under the horse's hooves splashed everywhere, burning the stones, the sand, and everything it touched.

"thump."

The mounts of the two spectators were paralyzed on the ground. Facing the aura that the Heavenly Flame Horse naturally showed, they did not dare to have any thoughts. They only knew how to surrender and surrender at its feet.

Chun San was very skilled. The moment the horse climbed down, he grabbed the little prince and jumped away from him. The fire from the Divine Horse of Heavenly Flame was not fun.

The lunatic is able to associate with it only because the Divine Horse of Heavenly Flame is close to him.

"Uncle Chunzi, hurry up and grab it, I like that horse so much." The little prince Luo Hao squeezed his hands and shouted restlessly. He liked this horse so much.

A certain man who was dancing to express his joy suddenly stopped, froze, looked at the maroon pony, and scratched his head.

The maroon pony also stopped and calmly lowered its head as a sign of goodwill.

"Carrot, why are you still a short winter melon!" Qin Lang sighed. Among the Tianyan Divine Horses, there is no one who is not tall, big, and extremely bright.

The carrot is still like a donkey, a donkey on fire.

Chun San, who was preparing to take action, was stunned for a moment. He thought that the little prince's words had offended the madman and that the madman was going to take action.

"Young man, do you like this horse very much?" Qin Lang suddenly turned his head, stood up straight, and stared at the two of them.

Luo Hao nodded and said: "Of course I like it, take it back, dad will be very happy."

"Don't you mind that it's short and a stallion? It rides like a donkey?" Qin Lang asked strangely.

The little prince Luo Hao was a little embarrassed: "That was my misunderstanding before. The divine horse is a thing in the sky, how can we ordinary mortals be able to see it clearly?"

Chun San kept paying careful attention to the lunatic. Anyone with the Divine Horse of Heavenly Flame around him was probably not a kind person.

Qin Lang lowered his head and meditated for a while, then suddenly laughed, opening his mouth wide and exposing his snow-white teeth, letting the wind blow and the sun bake.

"Then, shall I give it to you?"

This is said sincerely and makes people believe it.

"Really?" Luo Hao felt incredible.

Even if the Heavenly Flame Divine Horse can be sent in, the madman is truly a madman.

Suddenly, Qin Lang moved, the sand under his feet splashed, and the distance of two meters was crossed in the blink of an eye. Chun San had been on guard. Being experienced, he did not relax his vigilance because of the appearance of the Divine Horse of Heavenly Flame.

As a bodyguard, he knew his responsibilities very well, but Qin Lang's friendly and harmless smile still deceived him until he reacted.

The knife had already hit the spot where it should have been hit, and the little prince Luo Hao, who was still talking, kept his movements from the previous second and fell straight into the sand.

After reacting, Chun San pulled out two stainless steel scimitars and came over, but unfortunately it was already too late.

Qin Lang, who had the upper hand, was one step ahead of him. He picked up the black stone sword with his right hand, and the fine steel scimitar shattered. He could only see the fragments flying and refracting the sunlight, which hit his eyes, and he lost consciousness.

Ah fight! Qin Lang took back his hand and put the black sword on his shoulder. He was very satisfied with his method and chuckled: "Just treat it as a dream! Don't see me again in the future!"

He had no intention of killing the two of them, after all, there was no injustice or enmity.

So what if you see your carrot turn into a divine horse of flames? Just don't admit it.

The Divine Horse of Heavenly Flame is just a myth. Very few people have actually seen it in the world. Even if you tell people, they won’t believe it.

Qin Lang returned to Carrot. He clasped his hands on his chest and bowed respectfully to the sky. Carrot can turn into a horse of heavenly flames. It has something to do with them.

After giving the gift, Qin Lang looked at the flames under Carrot's hooves and suddenly smiled evilly: "Carrot, if you can fly, take me up and play."

He still can't forget the feeling of flying.

It's a pity that Sanqing's power was blocked and his ability to fly was lost.

Carrot opened his big eyes, nodded, and then shook his head.

"Yeah, I understand!" Qin Lang snapped his fingers.

The carrot was dumbfounded, it had already understood its own situation, how could its owner understand it?

Qin Lang looked sideways at its feet, shook his head and sighed: "I thought you could lead me to be cool and unrestrained, but it's a pity that you are still young." The orange-red flame under the carrot's hooves began to extinguish little by little, leaving a faint sun.

The prints are covered in maroon and cannot be noticed unless you look closely.

Turning on his horse, Qin Lang patted Carrot's body and said, "You are so powerful now. Don't set fire casually. It will kill people. You can set it off again when I allow you to do it. Do you understand?"

Carrot nodded.

"Let's go to Luoma Town." Qin Lang imitated the shouts of the Mongolian men and shouted out, riding the carrot that turned into a horse of heavenly flames and rushed out of the mountain pass.

He collapsed in the sand while watching, and he hasn't woken up yet.

Chun San's animal skin clothes were pulled off. Only Qin Lang could do this. Luo Hao's luxurious clothes were disdainful to him. They were too girly. Poor Chun San was so old that he exposed his big butt to the cold wind.

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Luoma Town is a horse market on the border of Yanju Kingdom. Although it is not the largest, it has the most potential. Unexpected horse breeds often appear here, so there are many horse hunters in Luoma Town who have a keen eye for horses.

Qin Lang's disappearance put the plan to find the bloody BMW on hold.

Wang Xiang collapsed when he came back last night. He didn't rest for two consecutive days and was aimlessly looking for the boss in the desert. Liu Cheng took care of Ma Weng.

The small group of four people has lost its core and is filled with sadness.

Another day later, Wang Xiang woke up and stared blankly at the zenith. He lost confidence. His firm belief could not sustain him for long.

The boss is dead!

What little hope there was was drowned in the vast desert.

The boss appears in the abyss of death and disappears in the desert of death.

This may be the reincarnation that the monks in the mountains talked about!

Wang Xiang still remembers that monk.

There would be light on his body, a strange light that circled around. He gave Wang Xiang a meal, which brought him to life, so Wang Xiang worked as a novice monk in the temple for half a year.

One day half a year later, the monk said it was time for you to go down the mountain. Your sister is waiting for you. So Wang Xiang stopped being a monk and went down the mountain. But when he went down the mountain, he found that he was running very fast and no one could catch up with him.

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The persistent high fever made Wang Xiang confused, and many memories were entangled in front of his eyes.

Liu Cheng went to the drug store early in the morning to buy medicine. Wang Xiang was seriously ill and had a high fever. The doctors in Luoma Town were really not very good.

He carried the medicine out of the shop and subconsciously looked towards the entrance of Luoma Town. There was a group of people there who seemed to be making some trouble. Unfortunately, there was no sign of Qin Lang. He sighed and walked back with the medicine in his arms.

After waiting for two more days, if Qin Lang hasn't appeared yet, he has no choice but to leave. The stubborn Ma Weng still wants to find the sweaty BMW, saying that Lord Qin Lang has already sacrificed his life, and only by finding the sweaty BMW can he recover the loss.

Fifty miles south of Luoma Town, in the green grass stream, lives the largest herd of wild horses in the Yanju Kingdom. This herd may be mixed with precious and proud sweat horses. If you don't find it there, you can only go southeast.

Go to the largest group of lakes in Yanju Kingdom, near Xingyao Sea, where there are also several herds of wild horses living there.

Ma Wen is very familiar with these places, so it is not difficult for him to find the bloody BMW.

"Haha, this lunatic said that his defeated stallion is the Godly Horse of Heavenly Flame, which is really hilarious. You donkey rider, get out of here! If you don't have money, don't compare with my red-eared horse."

"Get out, get out!"

There was laughter from the crowd in the distance.

"For those who don't know what they are talking about, the Divine Horse of Heavenly Flame is a thing from heaven. How can an ordinary person like you be able to see it clearly?" An arrogant voice from the crowd caught the attention of Liu Cheng, who was walking towards the inn.

He raised his head and was slightly surprised. The voice seemed familiar.

"Just brag. If you have the ability, try letting a loser horse step on fire."

Liu Cheng could see clearly now that there seemed to be two people quarreling in the crowd. One was holding a pure black tall horse, and the other was covered by others and couldn't see clearly what he was holding. (To be continued...)