Supreme Uprising

"Breaking!"

When the Fire King heard this rumbling loud noise, the whole person's look became incomparably ugly. He was a man who had experienced great destruction. For the horror scene of the great destruction, the memory was ingrained and too deep.

It is definitely an irreparable catastrophe.

Luo Yunyang’s thoughts were instantly released, and the changes around the world were clearly reflected in his mind.

Chang'an City does not have any major damage. After all, it is a city completely cast from steel. However, outside Chang'an City, a huge crack has made the area outside Chang'an City appear to be divided.

Compared with this cracked crack, the essence of a stock has emerged from the ground. These essences are mostly the sixth factor. Many plants, under the cover of this rich sixth factor, grow wildly.

Is it once again shattered?

Just as Luo Yunyang was preparing to vacate, the violent shaking stopped, but after a minute, Luo Yunyang received the news, but their look changed.

Deep in the depths of the sea, there was a huge island.

The only two satellites in the sky can make Luo Yunyang's situation better than the situation of fighting, but for that huge island, only one outline can be taken.

Whenever the satellite is ordered to be monitored, the picture from the satellite becomes extremely vague.

It can even be said that the picture shrouded by the satellite turned into a snowflake.

"How do I feel that this is not a good phenomenon?" Fire King looked at the inexplicable big island and said with anxiety.

Luo Yunyang waved his hand: "Don't worry, the soldiers will stop, the water will cover the earth."

"Haha, Yunyang, you are right, I am a little bit worried, let alone, maybe there are any good things to happen!" The fire king has lived and died, and his mind is very comparable. He listened to Luo Yunyang’s cloud and light wind. Said with a smile.

Because there was no news for the time being, Luo Yunyang did not continue to watch the island, but returned to his home.

According to Luo Yunyang's current status, he can occupy the best place in Chang'an City. Moreover, as the head of the Eighth Army, the leader of Chang'an City, it is also very interesting. It has already given up the largest manor in the city center.

Only Luo Yunyang did not move in. He still lives in the villa of Xinglongjun.

Although there are Xinglong army guards, Luo Yunyang is still outside his home, and arranges two masters of the big snow mountain.

Originally, Da Xueshan was so reluctant to surrender Luo Yunyang, but now, the two strong snow-capped mountains are more respectful and enthusiastic than Luo Yunyang.

The second in the gods list is also the second existence in the world. For everyone in Daxueshan, it is simply a big thick leg. At this time, it is not a knot, but when?

Luo Yunyang nodded to the two people, and then pushed the door into the yard. In the yard, Luo Donger, a white cultivating suit, was practicing in a serious way. The trick was very serious and very cute.

Luo Yunyang stood to look at it and found that Luo Donger’s Fuhu Boxing, a secret of the big snow mountain, was also a tiger’s wind. There was a plate and an eye. According to Luo Yunyang’s estimation, the sister punched out every punch, and at least there were more than 500 kilograms of strength. .

It was a lot stronger than before I didn't get the property adjuster.

"Brother!" Luo Donger inadvertently found his brother back, screaming with joy, a rushing over, like a bear, generally hooked his brother's neck and hung on Luo Yunyang's body.

Luo Yunyang looked at his beloved sister and walked into the living room.

In the living room, the mother Shen Yunying is busy packing things. In fact, Xinglongjun has already provided Luojia with a service staff, but Shen Yunying is not used to his own things to let others do it.

Usually housework, she is more diligent than the waiter, so that the waiter can only stand aside to see her dry, and finally, Shen Yunying still let the waiter go back.

"Brother, people say that you are the second in the world, really?" Luo Donger asked Luo Yunyang's shoulder and asked curiously.

"Of course it is true." Luo Yunyang pinched his sister's little nose, proudly said.

"Why isn't that the world's first?" This sentence, Luo Donger said the incomparable nature, but gives a result of a crit.

Luo Yunyang was speechless for a while, and he spread his hands in the booth: "It should be after a few days."

The conversation between the brothers and sisters made the face of the mother Shen Yunying filled with a happy smile. She quickly went to make a few hand-made dishes, and the family was eating and eating.

"Yang, there is something, my mother wants to talk to you." Shen Yunying hesitated, and finally said.

When Luo Yunyang saw his mother's face solemn, he put down the chopsticks and said: "You said."

In the hands of Shen Yunying, there is an extra iron medal. This iron medal is smooth and round, and it can be seen that it is often played.

"When you left home, you mentioned that in the first day of September this year, let you take this brand to listen to the tide."

Shen Yunying touched the brand, and all the flashing eyes were missing.

Luo Yunyang knows what his mother misses. Over the years, he has not always remembered him. The father never left home, which for Luo Yunyang, has always been a shadow of his heart lingering.

After becoming a great master, Luo Yunyang began to use his own strength to find his father, but with the power of the Xinglong army, he did not find anything.

In addition, the main strength of the Xinglong Army is concentrated on the battle, and more importantly, his father seems to be so obscured in the Great Confederation that the entire Great Confederation does not have any name.

After becoming a god-level powerhouse, Luo Yunyang also ordered his own blood-clothing secret investigation, and still has no results.

Now, in the hands of the mother, there is actually an iron card left by his father.

Regardless of the usefulness of this iron medal, Luo Yunyang is ready to listen to the tide table to see. At the very least, there may be some information about my father.

"I will go and see." Luo Yunyang took the brand and solemnly said: "Mom, although you are relieved, I will definitely bring my father back."

Shen Yunying nodded. She has confidence in her son.

On September 1, Chang'an City listened to the tide station outside.

Luo Yunyang, who is mentally active, seems to be an ordinary teenager who can no longer be ordinary. He wants to find a true father. Naturally, he must follow the path arranged by his father.

Listening to the tide platform is located three hundred miles outside Chang'an City. Although it is considered a safe area, basically no one lives.

This is an old table, weeds and trees. It has already let this tide of the tide, lost the glory of the past, and at first glance, there is no difference between it and a wasteland.

Normally, I couldn’t see anyone at this tide, but when Luo Yunyang went to listen to the tide, he saw more than a dozen people.

These dozens of people are old and young, and one by one is well-dressed. It can be seen that their lives are very good.

"Golden Dragon Brother, this is your kid, it's not bad, little age, it has become a warrior, and the future is boundless!"

"Okay, you don't have to praise our family. Who doesn't know that your girl is a cultivator, I am going to become a martial artist, right?"

They talked to two middle-aged people who talked and laughed. On their side, they stood two young men and women.

The young teenager was very pleased and said a few words to the young woman, but the woman looked indifferent and loved to ignore it.

As for the other people, they were each surrounded by a small circle and talked softly.

"I heard that last time, there were three talents who awakened the blood of the ancestors!" Someone said with emotion: "Maybe more this time."

"Yeah, although the great destruction is a disaster, but it is also a big chance to say it, or how many people will start to awaken the blood of the ancestors."

The blood of the ancestors, Luo Yunyang's fingers flicked a little, his interest in this matter, getting bigger and bigger.

When Luo Yunyang came over, many people looked at him. When he found that there was no adult accompanied him, some people had a hint of doubt in their eyes.

"Young people, are you in the wrong place?" The man, known as Jinlongge, said to Luo Yunyang.

Luo Yunyang smiled gently: "No."

"You young man, your name?" Jin Longge smiled and asked Shen Yunyang.

"Luo!" This is nothing to hide, so Luo Yunyang said very broadly.

"Ha ha ha, really is the big water rushed to the Dragon King Temple, I also surnamed Luo, maybe in terms of seniority, you have to ask me something." Luo Jinlong said here, very familiar with the road: " Tell me about your seniority."

Generations, Luo Yunyang said that he should be a cloud of words, but then there was a picture in his mind.

"Son, you are a generation!"

This is the father's original words, but Luo Yunyang did not put this in his heart. Now Luo Jinlong asked, and led Luo Yunyang's hidden things.

"I should be a generation."

"Millions of generations, I figure you should call me..." Luo Jinlong extended two fingers, want to count, but when his fingers open, his face becomes extremely strange.

As for the other people, one by one looked at Luo Yunyang with a strange look, just like watching a monster.

Luo Yunyang’s spiritual strength has been so strong that as long as he is willing, he can see what everyone thinks.

So he saw at a glance what Luo Jinlong is thinking now!

Twice than I am, I should call my grandson, Nima, is this special run to take advantage of me!

"Young man, this generation is not so uninhibited, you... you come over, did your family give you something?" After a soft cough, Luo Jinlong pretended to solemnly say.

Luo Yunyang gently raised the iron card in his hand.

Seeing the iron card, Luo Jinlong first stunned, and then a smile appeared on his face. He laughed happily: "I said how high your age is. It turned out to be our branch, hahaha! ”

Having said that, he raised a brand of pure silver in his hand: "I don't see it, my brand can at least be passed down to ten generations. Your piece should come to the top!"

"This is the last chance for your pulse. I hope you can grasp it!"