In this world, all the pain stems from anger towards one's incompetence!
This is also true for Fang Qingyang.
If he guessed correctly, this period of divine thoughts should be the final stage before Fang Qingyang's body was completely poisoned.
In other words, this is his last...last words!
Therefore, he would exhaust his last thoughts and hide the jade slips filled with this last word, and he didn't want people like fat shopkeepers to find it and search it away.
Ye Wuque closed his eyes again, and the power of the soul poured into it again.
"Ahhhhh..."
Immediately afterwards, there was a crazy roar, a kind of emotional catharsis. Obviously Fang Qingyang had collapsed to the extreme, but he couldn't do anything. He could only issue this pitiful roar.
After more than a dozen breaths, the roar slowly subsided, and his crazy catharsis slowly subsided.
Then Ye Wuque heard...cries!
Fang Qingyang's cry!
Unlike the roar, this cry is filled with infinite depression, grief, and... reluctance!
The same lasted more than ten breaths.
Until a certain moment, the crying disappeared.
Fang Qingyang's hoarse voice finally resounded again, it seemed that because of enough catharsis, there were no more emotional fluctuations in his tone.
"I'm going to die..."
"I thought I wouldn't die..."
"In such a desperate situation, I can do everything I can to kill, and I can escape from birth. I originally thought that one day I would be able to fight back dignifiedly..."
"But now, I am going to die..."
"Long Qianqiu! Long Qianqiu!"
"I can't wait for a beast who eats meat and drinks his blood!!!"
"I did kill it, but after all I was poisoned by your'Blue Devils'!"
"I still lost to you after all..."
"I am not reconciled! I am not reconciled!! I am not reconciled!!"
Fang Qingyang's voice finally reappeared with mood swings, and became crazy again. The thick resentment and resentment were quite infiltrating.
Ye Wuque listened quietly.
This "Long Qianqiu" should be the culprit who made Fang Qingyang so miserable, and also Fang Qingyang's biggest enemy.
"No wonder no one chased me, no wonder let me escape all the way to this little Posuo State, Long Qianqiu, in your eyes, I am already a dead person..."
"You won't waste any more energy on a dead person..."
"The Blue Devils! The Blue Devils! It really is one of the most terrifying ancient poisons. I can't deal with it. I can only let it happen in my body, slowly corroding my cultivation base, my spirit, and everything. I can only watch and suffer!"
"I know that when the poison is completely poisoned, I will die miserably. Every bone in my body will be corroded completely. Before I die, I will endure incomparable terrible pain...cough cough cough cough!"
Suddenly, Fang Qingyang's voice began to be replaced by an extremely violent cough, as if there was a sound of blood splashing.
After seven or eight breaths, the crazy coughing stopped.
Fang Qingyang's voice sounded again, but before closing, he was weakened a lot.
"Ha ha ha ha... The blood in my body has turned blue... The Blue Devils have completely attacked... Counting time, I will die in less than half an hour at most..."
"I'm going to die..."
"But... I'm not reconciled..."
"Why does God want to treat me this way? Why!!!"
"Long Qianqiu!! You beast!!!"
"You have not only taken away my heritage! You have taken away my glory! You even have to get involved with my junior and sister!! You have taken away everything from me!!"
"I curse you not to die! You must not die!!!"
Ye Wuque who listened to Jining keenly noticed that when Fang Qingyang mentioned the word "junior sister", there was a great fluctuation in the hoarse and weak roar.
obviously!
The younger sister in his mouth must be his beloved woman, otherwise there would be no such fluctuations.
"Whirring whirring……"
Perhaps because of the excessive roar, Fang Qingyang began to gasp violently. It was clear that the poison of the Blue Devil's ancient poison was already crazily looking down at his body.
suddenly!
Fang Qingyang laughed weirdly again, and the laughter was full of bitterness and joking, ridicule and despair!
"Long Qianqiu, I know that you laid the killing game..."
"I can escape early..."
"But I am not reconciled!"
"I am unwilling to just walk away from the ancient league where I was born and raised!"
"So I want to fight you! I want to break your killing game! I want to prove that I am no worse than you!!"
"In the ancient league, there are 108 inheritances of heavenly spirits! One hundred and eight souls! You and I are both souls! How can I be worse than you?"
"You want to step on me to rise to the legendary prince!"
"You... dreaming!!!"
Ancient League!
One hundred and eight Tianling inheritance!
One hundred and eight souls!
These words immediately shocked Ye Wuque's heart!
He vaguely felt that he seemed to have come into contact with an unimaginable behemoth!
After all, in Fang Qingyang's mouth, a big state like Po Suo Zhou was only described as "little".
Fang Qingyang seemed to fall into the memory, his hoarse voice became weaker and weaker, even accompanied by an unstoppable cough.
"I know……"
"Long Qianqiu, I actually lost to you..."
"Even if I win this round! I still have to leave and run for my life..."
"So! I prepared everything beforehand..."
Speaking of which!
Fang Qingyang's voice suddenly became distorted and trembling, but it was no longer because of anger, resentment, and unwillingness, but changed into...guilt! !
That's right!
Ye Wuque even reversed his voice with the power of the soul, and after hearing it three times, he confirmed this!
Guilt!
Deeply ashamed!
"I'm sorry...Little Uncle..."
"Sorry for the little uncle who was so kind to me..."
"I took the ancient talisman to... the top of the sky..."
"After all the hardships...I have found Little Master's...tomb again!"
"then……"
"I, I dug Xiao Shishu's... grave!!!"
"I am a beast!! I am also a beast!! Hahahahaha...I dug the grave of the little uncle! I dug the grave of the little uncle who is so kind to me!!!"
"Just for, just to dig out the seven buried with the little uncle... Colorful Secret Treasure! Colorful Secret Treasure! Hahahahaha..."
Fang Qingyang was frantic and horrified, and his choked and trembling laughter sounded again!
But Ye Wuque opened his eyes again in an instant, his heart roared!
His eyes stared directly at the colorful seven-slaying Tiangang gourd floating in front of him!
Colorful Secret Treasure!
Fang Qingyang's little uncle! !
Buried together with the colorful secret treasure on the top of Tianmang!
Ye Wuque's breathing was slightly stagnant, an extremely terrifying light reflected in his eyes!
The Seven-Colored Seven Killing Tiangang Gourd must be the Colorful Secret Treasure!
To be eligible to be buried with the Colorful Secret Treasure, then Fang Qingyang's little uncle who has died and was buried, is it the person who appears in the picture of the ancient bronze mirror with colorful auspicious clouds embroidered on his back? ?
