Chapter 927 Just listen to my story, but the story is not for you
A series of messages exploded from the bottom of Qin Yang's heart.
Qin Yang looked at the peach blossom tree in front of him, his mind swaying. Almost in an instant, he figured out many problems.
Why does Twelve know so much?
Why did the bottle thrown by Twelve contain a completely illogical and unreasonable power? Nothing could stop her bottle from exploding in his face.
Why did Taihao spend so much effort to trap Twelve in the safest place in the Heavenly Palace?
Why……
There were a lot of whys on the list, but at this moment, I had the answer instantly.
Twelve, it was the fairy grass that was about to grow that she had mentioned in her own mouth at the beginning!
A true fairy grass.
It's not the fairy grass that grew completely crooked on the pot beam in the wilderness and has completely turned into a sacred tree.
The real fairy grass contains the ultimate mystery that all other living beings do not have and cannot grasp.
The real creation that conquers the heaven and earth, the fairy grass that invades the mystery of the sun and the moon.
In the whole world, throughout the ages, the word "immortal" has been the most undisputed existence.
Qin Yang's heart felt like thunder.
He opened his lips slightly and wanted to say something, but he couldn't help but think of what Twelve once said.
"I am a human race, the purest human race..."
Maybe Twelve himself didn't know that he was the fairy grass in her mouth.
Qin Yang swallowed the words that came to his lips.
He wanted to show a smile, but the smile turned out to be uglier than crying.
He stretched out his hand and rubbed his face, as if he heard Twelve shouting and calling him.
She is right here, good sir, why can't you hear me or see me.
Qin Yang slowly turned his head and looked at the study room with the open window. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, revealing his white teeth, and he smiled exaggeratedly.
"It's okay. Just wait a moment. I'll take you away in a moment. I always do what I say."
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Twelve saw Qin Yang and looked over. After hearing Qin Yang's words, she suddenly relaxed a little, and the anxiety in her heart seemed to be soothed.
She doesn't even know that she is the fairy grass.
She was indeed trapped in the manor on the cloud platform, but she couldn't get out. She could see Qin Yang, but Qin Yang couldn't see her. That was because she was not in the study at all.
She stood in front of Qin Yang.
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Qin Yang didn't clarify, and he really couldn't say: You are not a human at all, you are just a fairy grass that is about to grow, that's why you are so powerful, but you are not that powerful.
Taihao looked at Qin Yang quietly, seeming to be particularly interested in Qin Yang's changes.
The complex and violent fluctuations of emotions were something he would never be able to feel.
Therefore, even the strongest one-word art of the human race was once collected by the Emperor of Heaven in its entirety.
He has never been able to get the slightest insight from it.
As long as you talk to me and listen to me, Twelve is yours.
As long as that time comes, you are really willing to take it away."
"I don't understand you, and you don't understand me."
Qin Yang drooped his eyelids. There was never a time when he could feel pure nausea, so disgusting that he could not suppress the malice in his heart.
When he was hostile to Emperor Ying back then, to be honest, Qin Yang still admired Emperor Ying. There might not be any huge hatred between them. It was more of a situation where you would die or I would die, and no one could do anything about it.
Just take a step back.
But now, Qin Yang really doesn't want to care about anything.
He just wanted to smash Tai Hao's head. It had nothing to do with where his butt sat, nor ideas, beliefs, nor grudges.
Just listening to his words, Qin Yang felt sick, and the indignation in his heart made him suppress his rationality, lift the table, and have a good fight. If he died, he would die happily, and at worst, he would come back from the Realm of the Dead.
Taihao didn't care what Qin Yang thought, he just thought about himself.
"In ancient times, I also fell. As the Emperor of Heaven, my authority was torn apart by the general trend that swept the entire world.
I know I won't die, but I don't want to resuscitate when the disaster is raging, which will make me torn apart again.
But as the Emperor of Heaven, I bear the brunt of it and cannot avoid it. I cannot save myself by my own strength.
At that last moment, I thought of you humans.
The method you use to seal the authority of other gods.
Therefore, I invested my authority into your human race and into your blood.
All human races in the entire world have been infected.
I sealed my broken authority in the blood of your race, and relied on time to repair it bit by bit, while avoiding the great storm."
Qin Yang's heart was beating, and he began to feel a little uneasy for no reason. He knew that he couldn't listen to Taihao's story anymore.
Taihao will never tell stories without reason, he will not do such useless things.
Just lift the table and listen to your paralysis.
The Fu Jun on the side had a face as dark as water. He stretched out a hand and put it on Qin Yang's shoulder.
"Remember what I told you."
Qin Yang's heart sank again. He stared at Taihao. Although he had not used the Si Zi Jue, his thinking speed had begun to speed up silently.
Taihao didn't care what the prince said, nor did he care about the malice in Qin Yang that could no longer be hidden or suppressed.
He took his time and told his own story.
"Until one day, my authority was reunited and revived in a human girl.
I also recovered.
At that time, I felt for the first time what the human race was like.
He has the most powerful talent in the world, but also has the most fatal flaw in the world.
The weakest and the strongest exist at the same time, the two sides of yin and yang, there is me in you and you in me, just like Tai Chi.
At that time, I found a spirituality in this girl that other races did not have.
I used to think that you humans would only learn the strengths from other races and turn them into your own strength.
All methods, all magical powers and secrets originally originated from other races.
But I have never been able to figure out where the human race learned the strongest one-word technique.
It wasn't until I discovered that kind of spirituality that I realized that the most precious thing about humankind is this trace of spirituality.
You can create things that don't exist in this world.
But later I discovered that no matter what, I couldn't master this power.
In the end, I could only chop it out with a trace of spirituality, including the girl, and turn her into a seed I got from the doctor.
I just gave her a little guidance at the beginning, and then let her grow on her own.
I founded Tiangong, selected the most outstanding talents of all races, and made a deal with them.
I gave them authority in exchange for the most precious bit of their spirituality as human beings, and no one refused.
I cultivate this seed with the spirituality of the most outstanding human race in the entire world.
Day by day, I watched her grow and mature, and I watched her create what I wanted bit by bit according to the direction I gave her.
But in the end, there was still a slight difference. A slight difference made a thousand miles, but the last step could not be overcome no matter what.
Until one day, I discovered that she was communicating with someone outside. I didn't know what she said or who she said it to, and I couldn't stop it.
At this time, I found that the stagnant evolution began to reappear, until later, it continued to move forward at a speed that shocked me.
Only then did I realize that I really didn’t understand the human race. The most precious bit of spirituality is not the decisive thing, but the person himself is the decisive thing.
The Heavenly Lord who once appeared in the human race was indeed a wise man worthy of admiration. He discovered this and understood this from the very beginning.
He uses the human race's emotions as a key to unleash this power infinitely.
But now, we are only one step away from maturity."
Qin Yang clenched his fist and could no longer suppress it. Before the Si Zi Jue was activated, the thought storm broke away from the shackles of the physical body and escaped with a bang.
He drooped his eyelids and muttered to himself.
"Twelve, remember, I will rescue you. Just wait. Don't be anxious, panic, or despair. I will definitely do it. You should know who I, Qin Youde, am.
of."
Qin Yang knew what Taihao was going to do.
He wanted to just flip the table over.
But he understood better that if he flipped the table directly, he would fall into the other party's trap.
He couldn't lift the table or make a move. What he had to do was to stabilize Twelve.
The murderous aura in Qin Yang's eyes was already overflowing, his fists were clenching, and the power in his body had reached an almost violent state.
But he still held back and did not take action.
He squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth.
"Tai Hao, I have never seen anyone who makes me sicker than you, really."
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Listening to Taihao's words, Twelve's body was already trembling slightly. She was not stupid. On the contrary, she was the most spiritual human race in the world.
She has understood something, but some things are beyond her control.
Her mood began to fluctuate violently, and she couldn't control it.
She is just a girl trapped in Yuntai Manor, and it is impossible for her to remain calm and relaxed.
In her world, all the recorded information was opened at this moment, and countless books seemed to be involved in the storm, constantly spinning and shattering.
On the pink peach tree in the center of the manor, flowers began to bloom one after another.
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Taihao looked calm and continued to speak slowly.
"As you can see, as you can imagine, she has grown into a real fairy grass.
It's just the last little bit left to truly mature.
This story is told to you, but it must also be told to her in front of you."
Taihao looked at the peach blossoms in full bloom on the peach blossom tree. Each blooming flower reflected twelve faces of fear, despair, and disbelief.
Taihao raised his head slightly, quietly watching the peach blossoms blooming, and shook his head gently.
"Sure enough, it's still not intense enough."
The moment the last word fell, Taihao stretched out a hand without any warning and patted Qin Yang.
In his palm, it was as if a scorching sun was condensed. It seemed to be infinite, but also seemed to only be within that square inch.
The terrifying power was instantly slapped on Qin Yang's forehead.
The scorching divine light instantly enveloped Qin Yang, and Qin Yang's aura seemed to completely disappear at this moment.
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"Dong dong..."
"Dong dong..."
Twelve's pupils suddenly shrank, and the sound of his heartbeat exploded like thunder.
There was a trace of water in her eyes, and she was mumbling tremblingly.
"Good...good sir..."
After chanting, Twelve shouted in a hissing voice.
"Good sir!"
The strongest emotional fluctuations unique to the human race, enough to achieve the ultimate emotion of Beginner Yizi Jue, suddenly exploded in Twelve's heart.
Completely out of control.
In the manor where Twelve was located, countless records were shattered at this moment, as if they were caught in a storm.
Everything in the manor seemed to have disappeared.
Twelve's body also disappeared along with the storm.
In the end, the only thing that remained was the peach tree.
Anger, despair, sadness, fear, and extreme emotions erupted from this pink peach tree at this moment.
All the unflowered flowers suddenly bloomed with unprecedented power at this moment.
Grass jelly is ripe.
The terrifying power contains mysteries that ordinary creatures can never understand or grasp.
Even Taihao was pushed backwards by the explosive power.
The flowers blooming in full bloom on the peach tree, after blooming, then wither, and the petals turn into a rain of flowers, lingering around the peach tree.
With the perfect mood, all the petals were submerged into the peach tree again.
At the top of the peach tree, a bud grew out, slowly turning into a flower bud, blooming in anger with the ultimate mood.
Taihao's face, which seemed not to care about anything, finally showed surprise.
He reached the top of the peach tree in one step and picked the only peach blossom.
"It's amazing, Twelve, you lived up to my expectations, you really did it."
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In the dazzling divine light from behind, Qin Yang, who was covered in black energy, tore open the divine light with his bare hands and walked out.
And in his hand, he was still holding the incarnation of Fu Jun, who had lost his human form.
The moment Taihao took action, Fu Jun stood in front of Qin Yang.
Unfortunately, Taihao never thought about killing Qin Yang, and killing Qin Yang was meaningless. It was just sending Qin Yang to the realm of the dead.
As the only person who can come back intact from the Realm of the Dead, he can naturally come back a second time.
Taihao just wanted to use Qin Yang to force Twelve to explode.
An innocent girl who has been trapped here for who knows how many years, the only important person in her life, the person who can affect her emotions the most, is the only one she has never met before, but promised to save her, and they have never said a word to each other.
Mr. Lie.
She was not a cliché like Qin Yang. At that moment, she thought that when Qin Yang was executed, she couldn't control it at all.
Fu Jun, who was being held by Qin Yang in his hands and was slowly recovering, tilted his head and looked at Tai Hao sideways, with a hint of sarcasm at the corner of his mouth.
"It seems that after becoming a human being, I have indeed learned a lot of good things. Being so despicable and shameless, playing with people's hearts without any bottom line, is indeed much better than before.
However, you are still so arrogant and arrogant. There are some things in people that you cannot touch.