"The True Dragon... Sister Yuxi... I'm afraid..." Xuanyuan Qiqi trembled all over, and his pure eyes were filled with fear, so he took the opportunity to pounce on Saint Yuxi's arms.

"The wind and clouds gather, thunderstorms protect, protect the dome, and the real dragon is the world!"

"Brother Jiang Lang, he... actually realized the dragon clan's talent...the magical power..."

"Yu Xi is so talented that he is beyond the reach of the world!"

The saint Yu Xi's bright eyes were full of shock, and she felt more and more awe of Jiang Lang in her heart. She is worthy of being the youngest saint in Xihai history. I am afraid she will look up to his figure in this life!

A dragon scale evolves into a thousand-foot true dragon magic image and comprehends the dragon clan's innate magical powers.

The sea tribe under the endless waters, I really hope you don’t collide with Brother Jiang Lang, otherwise your doomsday will come.

Although the dragon clan has already disappeared from the world, the dragon clan has been the lord of the four seas since ancient times, and wind, rain, thunder and clouds are also instincts. Today, Brother Jiang Lang has mastered the dragon clan's talents and traveled to the West Sea, like walking on flat ground.

"What a terrible power, what a domineering true dragon magic image..."

"I am worthy of being the youngest saint in Xihai history!"

The seventh elder's face was full of amazement, and he couldn't believe his eyes. The supreme treasure of Tianlong Temple had just been acquired for a while and had already comprehended the original talent of the dragon clan.

He is truly worthy of being the youngest saint, and it is not an exaggeration to call him the best in the world.

With the wind and clouds accompanying and the thunderstorm protecting, it is simply a real dragon.

All the worlds and the land of China, wandering around and looking down on the enemy.

My friend Jiang Lang is not a false statement that he can ascend to the real immortal.

In the world of China, no one has been able to attain the true immortal for many years, and has ascended to the ground...

"Ah...saint..."

"Seven Elders, do you say that Donor Jiang Lang is a saint?"

Le Chen was about to illuminate the Buddha's name, but his elegant face was immediately filled with horror. Even his body couldn't help but turn yellow, and almost fell down. Looking at Jiang Lang's figure, he felt extremely cold.

saint!

The donor Jiang Lang is a saint, and Jiang Lang, the senior brother of Wuji Dao Sect, turned out to be a saint.

The little monk didn't know about such a big news.

If you know he is a saint!

How dare the little monk come to the door to provoke... But he is obviously a saint... but he tolerate the little monk twice...

Ten years ago, he trapped the monk Sanyue with the formation, thus forcing the monk to admit defeat.

Ten years later, he fought against the monk in the realm of Dharma...

The donor Jiang Lang's character, mind and demeanor are ashamed of himself, and he really feels inferior to himself!

Wuji Dao Sect is really extraordinary!

"Master...you don't even know..."

"With the master's cultivation level, can't he even sense the true cultivation level of Xiaolang's friend Jiang Lang?"

"My friend Jiang Lang is really too low-key. Master, can you tell me that My friend Jiang Lang just passed the Ninety-Nine Tribulation before you came."

"A hundred kalpas are complete and you will become a saint. The master thinks again. If my friend was not a saint, how could we four of us suddenly realize it? Moreover, the master has realized it twice!"

"And master, you may not know that when Mr. Jiang Lang passed the tribulation, he used the cultivation level of the Dharma Realm, just to allow us to observe the tribulation up close!"

"Master, my friend Jiang Lang's character, mind and demeanor are no longer the second one in the world."

"Good luck, great luck! Your Tianlong Temple and Taixu Holy Land have nothing to do with what happened sixty years ago, otherwise... today you and I would have lost your corpse."

"The battle between the master and the demon is coming, and my friend Jiang Lang is about to come out."

The Seventh Elder glanced at Chen in shock, and could not believe his eyes. With Master Le Chen's cultivation level as one of the ten kings, he didn't even feel anything. It is conceivable how low-key Mr. Jiang Lang was. His control of his own power had already reached the point of perfection, and his breath had not been revealed at all.

"Amitabha!"

"Donor Jiang Lang, he is a true saint, and the little monk can only admire him!"

Le Chen clasped his palms together and lit up the Buddha's name. His eyes were full of admiration. He gave another Buddha's tribute to Jiang Lang's figure. At this moment, he was convinced and admired.

With such noble character, there is no other person in the world.

Sixty years have passed!

The saint is about to be born!

Young Master Tianxuan should also be injustice and let the truth be revealed.

Starting from Qingyun Courtyard, it is also found from Qingyun Courtyard.

When the eight sounds of the demons are yelling again, the two bloody days of the devil are stained.

"boom!"

Thunder roars, the sky and the earth are lost, the dark clouds are everywhere, the storm and rain are endless...

The silver dragon is churning in the sea of ​​clouds, wind and rain follow each other, thunder and lightning dance, Jiang Lang is on the sky, his closed eyes open, the silver divine light is extremely dazzling, and an ancient talisman is flowing, as if it has the charm of the great way. A dragon shadow appears, as if it can penetrate the world and travel through the three thousand worlds, and he is an immortal dragon god who dominates the world.

The world is full of wind, heavy rain, thunder and lightning, and black clouds, like innate instincts, just like breathing, blinking... These extremely ordinary instincts.

What is supernatural power!

It is because of the instinct of supernatural powers.

Being born with it doesn’t matter practice.

A thought of storm and a thought of thunder and rain appears.

The wind and clouds are protected, and thunderstorms are followed.

The clouds and rain bring benefits to the people.

At this moment, Jiang Langxin realized how powerful the original talent of the dragon clan was. This technique of cloud-producing rain can create good fortune and harm all directions.

If you are in the sea, you can transform into huge waves and endless tsunamis, just like a natural disaster.

Because the Dragon Clan has been the lord of the four seas since ancient times. Although the Dragon Clan has become extinct in China, it can control the four seas.

It is a good technique for promoting clouds and rain, and it is extremely terrifying just by mastering wind, thunder, clouds and rain.

If this method is transformed into the sword intent, and a thought of evolving into the Fengyun Thunderstorm Sword Formation, even if the power of Jinghong Fairy Sword is not used, it can still kill the title-titled king.

"This is unscientific!"

"Ah! Jiang Lang, what kind of monster are you? Even if you are a dragon clan talented magic, how can you achieve it without the bloodline of the dragon clan? Even if you practice the Seven Treasures Xuanhuang Sutra, you can perform all the laws of heaven and earth."

"But the human race and the dragon race are two species, whether it is good or not, life structure and gene sequence, are eight million miles apart. You can learn it in one go, and you can master the cost energy in minutes."

"Ben...I not only lost blood, but my face was swollen."

"Jiang Lang, you scumbag earthling, I want to squeeze you 100,000 times. I'm so angry."

The cheeks of the little cat in Qi Ling bulged. Those were seventy-two dissatisfied, and one hundred and eight were unhappy. I really wanted to strangle Jiang Lang to death. It was so bad.

No, I must ask how I achieved it.

Could it be that Jiang Lang has a secret that I don’t know about, as a slag.

"Jianglang, cloud-moving rain technique, dragon clan original talent, how did you understand it?"

"Xiao Miao, guess!"

"Bah! Jiang Lang, don't be so proud. Hurry up and explain it to me honestly, otherwise you won't want to ask me for help in the future."

"Xiao Miao, don't you know the totem and title of our tribe?"

"Jiang Lang, don't keep it a secret, just explain it quickly."

"Xiao Miao, I am the descendant of the dragon."

"Oh Shetfak...Jiang Lang...you..."

After saying that, Xiao Miao's figure turned into a colorful gem and disappeared, and even the dragon scale was not needed. She almost vomited blood alive. She knew that Jiang Lang was pretending, but she could not refute it.

Dragon totem, the successor of dragon!

I'm so angry!

He actually forgot that their clan contains dragon blood. Although it is very thin, my cat has been refining his body for a hundred years and transformed into an innate Taoist body, and it has also been activated with dragon blood. It is simply a matter of practicing the magical powers of the dragon clan.

Not only the dragon clan, but also the magical powers of the phoenix, qilin, and the four sage beasts are also practiced casually, because the Jianglang clan has too deep connection with these ancient clans, and there is even...
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