1483 The Storm Is Coming

After seeing Fang Langdeng board the Dragon Road, even though the Dragon King has been promoted to the realm of Emperor Wu of Liang, the blond boy still thinks that Fang Langdeng will win.

Jiutiangong also has no son. Once a son is born, he will definitely be the highest genius in the world.

In this regard, Jiaolong believes that they don't believe in Fang Lang, but in the choice of the guardian elder.

The eyes of Wu Sheng, who was awarded the title, not only saw the present, but also saw the future.

No one dared to question the choice of guardian elders.

"I don't know what kind of treasure our ancestors will give our son?" The blond boy looked at the top of the mountain expectantly, the ancestors appeared in person, and then the treasure bestowed was natural and extraordinary, definitely surpassing the Dragon King and everyone else.

However, he didn't know that Fang Lang was very disturbed now.

Facing the peak of the super powerful martial saint, even though the strong man had already fallen, the huge dragon's power still made him tremble in surprise.

What's more, this is Jiaolong's place, this is the place left by the strong for future generations to hone, but let him, an outsider, reach the peak.

If it's Fang Lang, I'm afraid I don't have much affection for the person who has reached the peak.

"Who are you? Why are you here?" Just when Fang Lang felt uneasy, a loud voice sounded directly in his soul, making him tremble all over.

Sure enough, the ancestor of the dragon suddenly discovered Fang Lang's human identity, so he was a little confused.

Fang Lang raised his head, and he saw two huge eyes, shining coldly, without any emotion.

This is a hint of the spiritual knowledge of Jiaolong's ancestors. Naturally, it does not contain any emotional presence. To be precise, he is just a puppet left by Jiaolong's ancestors. He is only responsible for completing the tasks assigned by Jiaolong's ancestors.

The younger generation Fang Lang, the son of this generation of Tai Chi Holy Land, has seen the older generation! Fang Lang bowed respectfully. He's a little nervous. He hoped that Jiaolong's ancestors could still remember the existence of Xiaojiutiangong.

"Tai Chi Holy Land..." Jiaolong's ancestor's pupils shrank, and he suddenly lowered his head and looked in the direction of Longdao Palace.

In the hall, Dragon Emperor's body was shaken, and then his face flushed, he nodded excitedly, and said something to the void.

When all the dragon heads saw this scene, they immediately guessed that the ancestor was talking to the Dragon Emperor, and they immediately became jealous.

Even the Great Elder of the Dragon Clan, who was usually weak in the Qing Dynasty, would be jealous of the Dragon Emperor at this time. Those are our ancestors. To be able to say a word to our ancestors is worth dying for. On the rising dragon peak, the ancestor Jiaolong nodded and looked at Fang Lang again.

Although Fang Lang's face was full of nervousness, he had calmed down at this time, his body no longer trembled, and he just looked at Jiaolong's ancestor with some anxiety.

I don't know if this ancient martial sage will still sing about Xiaojiutiangong's favor.

"Yes, it's no wonder I found traces of the Holy Land of Tai Chi on you. However, this is the first time I've seen such a talented son with extremely poor grades like you." The next sentence of the ancestor Jiaolong made Fang Lang's face pale Red, extremely ashamed.

In the ancient Jiutian Palace, no matter which palace has its son, isn't it the most outstanding figure?

In terms of cultivation alone, the lowest level is Wu Zun level, but super strong can leapfrog Wu Sheng.

I'm afraid King Wu II, like Fang Lang, is the worst son in the history of Xiaojiutiangong.

"I didn't expect the Holy Land in Beihai to become like this, alas!" Jiaolong's ancestor sighed, his tone full of sadness.

"Naturally, I originally wanted to pass on my entire body to the next generation, but since you came from heaven, you are also qualified to inherit my unique skills."

The body of the ancestor Jiaolong flickered, as if he was about to disappear.

His spiritual knowledge seems to have been around for far too long to last. Fang Lang was secretly excited.

In fact, if this kind of spiritual knowledge could last for a long time, then Jiaolong's ancestors would not pass it on to Fang Lang. After all, he was going to leave it to future generations.

But now, the descendants are unfilial, no one can satisfy his request, and he has no time to wait, only cheap Fang Lang.

"If you want to be a martial saint, you have to reach the extreme at some point. All my achievements have surpassed the thunder and lightning." The ancestor of the dragon clan said, "The whole sky was broken. A large purple and The blue sea of ​​thunder."

Rumble. Terrible thunder and lightning bombarded the void. The power of each blow is enough to destroy the entire Dragon Island, making the soul tremble.

Fang Lang was very excited. The ancestor of Jiaolong actually promoted his unique knowledge of thunder and lightning. This is a great opportunity!

No matter how powerful the Blood Demon Sword Saint is, it cannot be compared with the peak martial saints of ancient times.

"The power of lightning, for Yang who just arrived, is one of the most powerful forces in the world. But also because of its domineering and incomparable nature, it often hurts itself first, and then others. If you can't catch the lightning , then you are not worthy of controlling this kind of power." The ancestor of the Jiaolong people suddenly looked at Fang Lang. In their eyes, there is a fiery mountain of gods.

Fang Lang took a deep breath and shouted, "Don't worry, senior, junior will not let you down!"

"Then accept my inheritance!" The ancestor of the Jiaolong people nodded, at least the courage of the son of Jiutian Palace met his request.

The choice to protect the elders shouldn't be so unbearable! Jiaolong's ancestor thought to himself that he was also worried that Fang Lang couldn't stand the inheritance of Thunder and Lightning and was directly destroyed. It is estimated that the guardian elder was mad. After all, he also knew that the guardian elder was from the Taiji Holy Land, so he naturally cared about the son of the Taiji Holy Land.

Boom.

The vast sea of ​​thunder is boiling, making the entire space unstable.

The sky is filled with the breath of destruction, as if the end of the world is coming.

Fang Lang's body was slowly lifted up by a mysterious force.

He walked towards Leihai.

"Ah..." Fang Lang exclaimed, the thunder and lightning in the sea of ​​thunder was enough to destroy General Wu Jiang Sheng, how could he endure this little second level Wu King.

However, there is now no turning back. He could only grit his teeth, thinking in his heart: "The ancestors of Jiaolong shouldn't have killed me!"

Before he could finish his thoughts, a cloud of purple lightning struck him, blackening his black paint and melting all his clothes and hair.

Fang Lang instantly became bald, still naked, floating in the sky, being watched by the entire Dragon Island.

"Damn! I'm ashamed!" Fang Lang glanced at the Jiaolong child who was looking up at him, and quickly put his hands under him.

In fact, Fang Lang didn't need to worry, because the terrifying thunder and lightning hit him from the thunderstorm in the sky, like heavy rain. ..