Four hundred and ninetieth chapters dragon palace hall
Farewell to Long Bingqian, everyone left Dragon Island and flew towards the Dead Sea City. Long Bingqian and Long Fei's mother and son had just recognized each other. It didn't take a while before they were about to say goodbye again. Long Bingqian felt very sad.
Reluctant to give up.
Standing at the entrance of the cave, looking at the geniuses flying away, Long Bingqian was filled with emotion: Fei'er had been alone for five hundred years, and it seemed that he had not been neglected, and he performed extremely well in all aspects.
Especially the scene where she dealt with the relationship with Long Xiao just now made Long Bingqian even more relieved. Long Fei handled everything just right and fully met the conditions that a clan leader should have.
Long Bingqian returned to the cave on the top of the mountain with a smile on her face, while Lu Qingfeng and his party headed for the Dead Sea City. The distance of tens of thousands of miles could be reached in just a few hours for these people.
Soon, the outline of the Dead Sea City appeared in everyone's sight. A rough estimate is that this island has a radius of at least five thousand miles.
There are countless small islands scattered around the Dead Sea City, like stars holding the moon, guarding the Dead Sea City in the middle.
The Dead Sea City and the numerous surrounding islands are surrounded by a dark, demonic aura. People with low cultivation levels cannot see the true appearance of the Dead Sea City and the surrounding islands.
If you look carefully, you will find that the demonic energy is emanating from the Dead Sea City. Obviously, the magic crystal veins here are in the Dead Sea City.
Before he arrived here, Lu Qingfeng guessed that the magic crystal mineral veins might be spread all over the island. If this was the case, if the mineral veins were destroyed, the Dead Sea City would sink.
This is undoubtedly not the result that Lu Qingfeng wants to see. If the Dead Sea City sinks, countless people will be homeless. Although the demons are eliminated and the mines are destroyed, it is a disaster for the people here.
A huge disaster.
After staring at the island in front of him for a while, Lu Qingfeng already had an idea in his mind. There were many human gods and ancestor gods here, so he believed that this matter would not be too difficult to do.
Lu Qingfeng released his spiritual consciousness and scanned towards the Dead Sea City. Through the dark demonic energy, his spiritual consciousness was blocked by a transparent mask, and he could not see the true appearance of the island.
The spiritual consciousness was bounced back, and Lu Qingfeng's face showed a solemn look. With the soul power of the seventh small step of his ancestral god, he was unable to penetrate this protective light shield. It was obviously not an ordinary formation.
The sky above the Dead Sea City was not besieged by strong human beings, and it looked a bit lifeless. Lu Qingfeng guessed that it was probably related to this light shield that blocked spiritual consciousness.
On one of the islands around the Dead Sea City, there stands an ice-blue palace that is a hundred feet in size. With Lu Qingfeng's cultivation level, he could tell at a glance that it was transformed from a spiritual treasure.
Long Fei, Long Lan, and Wei Bo flew at the front. Long Lan and Wei Bo were the most familiar with this place, so naturally they had to lead the way.
But Long Fei had his own ideas. His biological father, Long Sihai, was here and he hadn't seen him for five hundred years. He wanted to see his father as soon as possible to see if he was the same as the one he saw in his sleep.
Seeing the ice blue palace on the island, Long Lan smiled at Long Fei and said, "Brother, that palace is dad's spiritual treasure. I'm sure dad will be very happy when he sees you soon! Let's go down and see you soon."
Dad, go."
Outside the palace, there were nearly ten thousand true gods from the Dragon Clan and the Wei family guarding them. When they saw Lu Qingfeng and his entourage flying towards them, from a distance, they recognized Long Lan and Wei Bo who were flying in front.
"Miss Long Lan, Young Patriarch, when we were chatting just now, we were talking about you two! You really couldn't help but talk about it. As soon as we mentioned you, you came here. You have been out for decades. I can't imagine
It’s going to kill us.”
People from the two tribes who were friends with them all flew over. These people were the youngest true gods of the two tribes, and they greeted each other even though they were far apart.
Long Lan looked at these people and greeted them with a smile. Her lips parted lightly and she said, "Hello, Long Lan has missed you all these years. Thank you for still thinking of me."
Wei Bo was different from Long Lan. When he heard these people calling him the Young Patriarch, his smiling face suddenly turned serious.
"Before I left the clan, I reminded you many times that you can call me eldest son or whatever your name is, but don't call me young clan leader. Have you all forgotten?"
After listening to Wei Bo's reprimand, these people all said with playful smiles: "Young Master, you can't blame us. Why has the Wei family not elected a new heir to the clan leader?"
When Wei Bo heard this, he was startled and immediately said to them: "Didn't I tell my father before I left the clan? I would let my third brother inherit the position of clan leader. My father really did, so
It’s been a long time and I haven’t decided yet.”
"Bo'er, you have really grown up after being out for decades. You still complain behind your back about your father coming. If you don't come in quickly, what are you talking about outside?"
Wei Changtian's message entered Wei Bo's mind, and he immediately stopped talking and flew straight to the entrance of the palace quickly.
Everyone didn't know what was going on, so they had no choice but to fly over after Wei Bo. The gatekeeper had already seen Wei Bo and Long Lan, so naturally he would not stop them and let them in directly.
When he entered the main hall and looked up, Wei Bo saw at a glance two middle-aged men sitting on two chairs facing the main hall a hundred meters away.
Of these two middle-aged men, one of them had two horns like antlers on his forehead. This man was Long Fei's biological father, Long Sihai, and the other was Wei Bo's father, Wei Changtian.
Wei Bo took a few steps and came to the two clan leaders, knelt on the ground and said loudly: "My son has returned from training. I want to pay my respects to my father and Uncle Long."
When Wei Bo first left the Wei family, Wei Changtian was very disappointed with his son. It was a normal thing for the eldest son to inherit the position of patriarch, but Wei Bo was not the heir to the patriarch.
As the third child, Wei Yong, grew up day by day, he soon showed excellent management skills, and he took care of all the family affairs in an orderly manner. Despite this, he still hoped that Wei Bo could inherit the position of patriarch.
The Wei family should have had a patriarchal heir long ago, but because of Wei Bo's delay in returning, the heir could never be decided. Now that he saw his most proud son, Wei Changtian immediately thought of this matter.
"Bo'er, since you're back, wait until the matters in the Dead Sea City are settled, and immediately after returning to the family, convene a meeting of elders to decide on your becoming the heir to the clan leader."
Wei Yong, the third youngest, stood behind Wei Changtian, looking down at his eldest brother kneeling below, with mixed feelings in his heart. Although he wanted to be the heir to the clan leader, he preferred his eldest brother to inherit this position.
If he becomes the heir to the clan leader, what he knows is that his eldest brother insists on giving it to him, but what he doesn't know is that he got it through scheming. Wei Yong is not willing to cause criticism to others because of this.
Dad once again mentioned that he wanted to be the heir to the clan leader. This was the last thing he wanted to hear. As soon as Wei Changtian finished speaking, Wei Bo immediately retorted: "Dad, I have said it many times, I don't want to be the heir to the clan leader.
, I was really unwilling, and asked my father to take back his life and let my third brother inherit it instead. The child begged his father."
When he first met Wei Bo, Wei Changtian was very happy. His eldest son successfully broke through to the True God, which satisfied the basic conditions for becoming the heir to the clan leader.
Moreover, Wei Changtian also heard the news that Wei Bo was outside. With his early cultivation as a true god, he was able to fight the god king without losing. This also added a heavy weight to his becoming the heir to the clan leader.
Wei Bo's rejection made Wei Changtian, who was still smiling, immediately darken his face. In front of many super powerful people, Wei Changtian felt that he had failed as a father.
Wei Changtian stood up in confusion, flicked the sleeves of his large robe, and said with a serious face: "You stand aside first, we will discuss the matter of the heir when we return to the clan."
Wei Bo knew that he had let the matter slip, but he did not regret it. The issue of the patriarch's successor was what he disliked the most. He had already made up his mind and could not give in at any time.
Having already made his intention clear, in front of so many people, Wei Bo stopped contradicting his father, stood up obediently, and stepped aside.
Long Lan glanced at Wei Bo without saying anything, then quickly walked to Wei Bo's original position and knelt down as well.
"Dad, Uncle Wei, Lan'er came here specifically to pay his respects to the two elderly people today. I have failed to fulfill my filial piety in front of my father these years. Please punish me."
Long Sihai stroked the beard under his forehead and looked down at his beloved daughter. The more he looked at her, the more he fell in love with her. After hearing his daughter's words, his two dragon eyes narrowed into a smile.
"Good girl! Get up, your dad has lived for countless years, and I still care that you haven't been around for these decades? Moreover, your cultivation has improved over the years, and dad still wants to reward you."
"Thank you dad for your forgiveness to your daughter. Dad, there is another great happy event. I believe dad will be even happier after hearing this."
"Oh? What a big happy event? No matter how big a happy event it is, can it be as big as the return of my daughter? Good girl! Tell me and let daddy hear it."
Long Lan stood up and stepped aside. Long Fei was standing behind Long Lan. As soon as Long Lan dodged, Long Fei immediately appeared in front of Long Sihai.
"Dad, I said it's a huge happy event, it's a huge happy event. Dad, let's see who he is. Does he still know him?" Long Lan turned back and pointed at Long Fei and said with a smile to Long Sihai.
Following the direction of Long Lan's finger, Long Sihai saw Long Fei standing in front of him at a glance. Moreover, his eyes immediately stopped at the jade pendant hanging around Long Fei's neck, and he looked at it without blinking.
When they were outside, Long Fei was eager to see Long Sihai, but when he saw Long Sihai, he immediately gave up the idea of actively recognizing him.
The moment he saw Long Sihai, he immediately thought of his life in the Tianshan Mountains. Thinking of his life at that time, he couldn't help but feel a trace of resentment towards the father in front of him. If he hadn't lost him back then, he wouldn't have suffered so much.
Many sins.
Long Sihai waved his hand, and the jade pendant hanging on Long Fei's neck immediately separated from his body, and Long Sihai stretched out his hand to catch it.
Seeing the ice dragon carved on the front and the word "fly" on the back, Long Sihai's eyes instantly became moist. He looked up at Long Fei in front of him, his vision blurred by tears.
The hand holding the jade pendant was moved forward, and the jade pendant slowly floated towards Long Fei, and then hung on Long Fei's neck again.
Long Sihai was already sure that the ice dragon standing in front of him was his son Long Fei who had been separated for five hundred years, but now he was so excited that he could not speak. He felt that these were unreal and seemed to be an illusion.