Vol 12 Chapter 1483: Storm is coming

After seeing Fang Lang's lantern on the Long Road, even though the Dragon King had been promoted to the realm of Emperor Wu of Liang, the blond boy still thought that Fang Lang's lantern would win.
There is no son in Jiutian Palace. Once a son is born, he will definitely be the tallest genius in the world.
At this point, Jiaolong believed that they did not believe in Fang Lang, but in the choice of the guardian elder.
Wu Sheng, who was awarded the title, saw not only the present but also the future.
No one dared to question the choice of the guardian elder.
"I don't know what kind of treasure our ancestors will give to our son?" The blond boy looked at the top of the mountain expectantly. The ancestors appeared in person, and the treasures bestowed were natural and extraordinary, absolutely exceeding the Dragon King and everyone else.
However, he didn't know that Fang Lang was very upset now.
Facing the peak of the super martial sage, even though the strong had fallen, the huge dragon still made him feel shocked.
What's more, this is the place of Jiaolong, this is the place that the strong left for future generations to hone, but let him, an outsider, reach the top.
If it's Fang Lang, I'm afraid I don't have much favor for the person who has reached the top.
"Who are you? Why are you here?" Just when Fang Lang felt uneasy, a loud voice sounded directly in his soul, making his whole body tremble.
Sure enough, the dragon's ancestors suddenly discovered Fang Lang's human identity, so he was a little confused.
Fang Lang raised his head, he saw two huge eyes, gleaming with cold light, without any emotion.
This is a hint of the spiritual knowledge of Jiaolong ancestors. Naturally, it does not contain any emotional existence. To be precise, he was just a puppet left by the Jiaolong ancestors. He is only responsible for completing tasks assigned by Jiaolong 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 was a little nervous. He hoped that Jiaolong's ancestors could still remember the existence of Xiaojiu Tiangong.
"Tai Chi Holy Land..." Jiaolong's ancestors shrank, and he suddenly lowered his head and looked in the direction of Longdao Palace.
In the hall, Longdi's body was shaken, and then his face flushed red. 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 dragon elders, who were usually weak in the Qing Dynasty, would be jealous of the Dragon Emperor at this time. That is our ancestor. To be able to say a word to our ancestors is worthy of dedication. At the rising Dragon Peak, the ancestor Jiaolong nodded and looked at Fang Lang again.
Although Fang Lang's face was tense, he had calmed down at this time, his body no longer trembling, he just looked at Jiaolong's ancestors with some anxiety.
I don't know if this ancient martial sage will still sing the favor of Xiao Jiu Tian Gong.
"Yes, no wonder I found traces of Tai Chi Holy Land in you. However, this is the first time I have seen a son like you with extremely poor grades and talent." The next sentence of Jiaolong's ancestor made Fang Lang face a face. Red, extremely ashamed.
The ancient Jiutian Palace, no matter which palace had its son, isn’t it the most outstanding person?
In terms of cultivation base alone, the lowest is the Wu Zun level, but it is also the super power that can leapfrog and surpass Wu Sheng.
I am afraid that King Wu II, like Fang Lang, is the worst son in the history of Xiao Jiu Tian Palace.
"I didn't expect the holy land of Beihai to become like this, alas!" Jiaolong's ancestor sighed, his voice full of sadness.
"Let's go with the flow. I originally wanted to pass on my entire body to the next generation, but since you came from the sky, you are also qualified to inherit my unique knowledge."
The body of the ancestor Jiaolong flickered, as if about to disappear.
His spiritual knowledge seems to have existed for too long and will not last long. Fang Lang was secretly excited.
In fact, if this kind of spiritual knowledge can last for a long time, then the ancestors of the Flood Dragon would not pass it on to Fang Lang. After all, he was prepared to leave it to future generations.
But now, the descendants are not filial, no one can meet his requirements, he has no time to wait, only cheap Fang Lang.
"If you want to become a martial sage, you must reach the extreme at some point. All my achievements have surpassed thunder and lightning." said the ancestors of the dragon clan. "The whole sky is broken. A large patch of purple and purple appears in the sky. The blue thunder sea."
Rumble. Terrible thunder and lightning bombarded the void. The power of each blow is enough to destroy the entire Dragon Island and make the soul tremble.
Fang Lang was very excited. The Jiaolong ancestors actually promoted his thunder and lightning skills. This is a great opportunity!
No matter how powerful the Blood Demon Sword Saint is, it cannot be compared with the ancient peak Martial Saint.
"For Yang who just arrived, the power of lightning is one of the most powerful forces between heaven and earth. 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 don't deserve to control this kind of power." The ancestors of the Jiaolong people suddenly looked at Fang Lang. In their eyes, there is a hot 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 ancestors of the dragon people nodded, at least the courage of the son of the Nine Heavens Palace satisfied his request.
The choice to protect the elderly should not be so unbearable! Jiaolong's ancestors thought to himself that he also worried that Fang Lang could not stand the inheritance of thunder and lightning and would be destroyed directly. It is estimated that the guardian elder is mad. After all, he also knew that the guardian elder was from the Tai Chi Holy Land, and he naturally cared about the son of Tai Chi Holy Land.
Boom.
The vast sea of ​​thunder is boiling, making the entire space unstable. The sky was filled with an aura of destruction, as if the end of the world was coming.
Fang Lang's body slowly floated up by a mysterious force.
He walked towards Thunder Sea.
"Ah..." Fang Lang exclaimed, the thunder and lightning in the Thunder Sea is enough to destroy General Wu Jiang Sheng, how can he endure this little Wu Wang Level 2?
However, there is no turning back now. He could only grit his teeth and thought: "The ancestors of Jiaolong shouldn't kill me!"
Before he finished thinking about it, a group of purple thunder and lightning struck him, blacking out his black paint and melting all his clothes and hair.
Fang Lang instantly turned into a bald head, still naked, floating in the sky, being watched by the entire Dragon Island.
"Damn! I'm ashamed!" Fang Lang glanced down at the Jiaolong child who looked up at his own, and quickly put his hand under him.
In fact, Fang Lang didn't need to worry, because the terrifying thunder and lightning struck him from the thunderstorm in the sky, like it was raining heavily. ..