Suddenly, Fang Qingyang's voice began to be replaced by a violent cough, and there seemed to be the sound of blood splashing.
After seven or eight breaths, the crazy coughing stopped.
Fang Qingyang's voice sounded again, but it was much weaker before he closed it.
"Hehehe... the blood in my body has turned blue... the Blue Devil has completely attacked... Counting the time, I will die in less than half an hour at most..."
"I'm going to die..."
"But...I'm not willing to accept it..."
"Why does God do this to me? Why!!!"
"Long Qianqiu!! You beast!!"
"Not only did you take away my inheritance! You took away my glory! You even wanted to get involved with my junior sister!! You took away everything from me!!"
"I curse you to not have a good death! Not to have a good death!!!"
Ye Wuque, who was listening in Jining, keenly noticed that when Fang Qingyang mentioned the word "junior sister", there was a huge fluctuation in his hoarse and weak roar.
obviously!
The junior sister he mentioned must be his beloved woman, otherwise there would not be such fluctuations.
"Whirring whirring……"
Perhaps because of the excessive roaring, Fang Qingyang began to pant violently. It was obvious that the toxicity of the Blue Devil's ancient poison was already crazily looking down on his body.
Sudden!
Fang Qingyang laughed strangely again, his laughter full of bitterness, teasing, ridicule and despair!
"Long Qianqiu, I know you have set up a killing plan..."
"I can obviously escape in advance..."
"But I'm not willing to give in!"
"I'm not willing to just walk away in despair from the ancient alliance 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!!"
"There are one hundred and eight heavenly spirit inheritances in the ancient alliance! There are one hundred and eight spirit sons! You and I are both spirit sons! How can I be worse than you??"
"You want to step on me and be promoted to the legendary prince!"
"You...are dreaming!!!"
Ancient alliance!
One hundred and eight Tianling inheritances!
One hundred and eight spirit sons!
These words immediately shocked Ye Wuque's heart!
He vaguely felt that he seemed to be in contact with an unimaginable behemoth!
After all, in Fang Qingyang's words, the word "small" can only be used to describe a large state like Whistle State.
Fang Qingyang seemed to be lost in memories, and his hoarse voice became weaker and weaker, even accompanied by unstoppable coughing.
"I know……"
"Long Qianqiu, I have actually lost to you..."
"Even if I win this round! I still have to leave and run for my life..."
"So! I was fully prepared beforehand..."
Speaking of which!
Fang Qingyang's voice suddenly became distorted and trembling, but it was no longer out of anger, resentment, or unwillingness, but turned into... guilt!!
That’s right!
Ye Wuque even used the power of his soul to reverse the sound and listened to it three times before confirming this!
Guilty!
Deeply guilty!
"I'm sorry...little uncle..."
"I'm sorry for my little uncle who has been so kind to me..."
"I took the ancient talisman and went to...the top of Tianmang..."
"After all the hard work...I found my junior uncle's...grave again!"
"Then……"
"I, I dug my little uncle's... grave!!!"
"I'm a beast!! I'm a beast too!! Hahahahaha... I dug the grave of my junior uncle!! I dug the grave of my junior uncle who was so kind to me!!!"
"Just to dig out the seven... colorful secret treasures buried with my junior uncle! Colorful secret treasures! Hahahahaha..."
Fang Qingyang was crazy and horrified, with choking, trembling laughter sounded again!
But Ye Wuque opened his eyes again in an instant, his mind roaring!
His eyes were directly fixed on the colorful Seven Kills Tiangang Gourd suspended in front of him!
Colorful secret treasure!
Fang Qingyang’s junior uncle!!
Buried at the top of Tianmang together with the colorful secret treasures!
Ye Wuque's breathing stagnated slightly, and his eyes reflected an extremely terrifying light!
The Colorful Seven Kills Tiangang Gourd must be the Colorful Secret Treasure!
If he is qualified to be buried with the colorful secret treasure, then Fang Qingyang’s little uncle who has died and was buried, could he be the person who appears in the ancient bronze mirror with the mark of the colorful auspicious clouds embroidered on his back?