Chapter 3922: I, I...

The first roar in the jade slip confirmed the name of the corpse. If it were not for the same person, the despair, bitterness and resentment would not be so identical.

In this world, all the pain comes from anger at one's own incompetence!

This Fang Qingyang is also like this.

If I guessed correctly, this divine thought should be the last stage before Fang Qingyang's poison completely erupted and he was about to die.

In other words, this is his last...last words!

Therefore, he took the last effort to hide the jade slip with this last words, not wanting people like the fat shopkeeper to find and plunder it.

Ye Wuque closed his eyes again, and the power of his 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 could not do anything, and could only make this pitiful roar.

It lasted for more than ten breaths, and this roar slowly subsided, and his crazy catharsis slowly subsided.

Then Ye Wuque heard... crying!

Fang Qingyang's crying!

Unlike the roar, this crying was filled with infinite depression, grief, and... reluctance!

It also lasted for more than ten breaths.

Until a certain moment, the crying also disappeared.

Fang Qingyang's hoarse voice finally sounded again, and it seemed that because of enough venting, there was no more emotional fluctuation in his tone.

"I'm going to die..."

"I thought I wouldn't die..."

"In such a desperate situation, I could fight my way out, I could escape, I thought I could fight back with dignity one day..."

"But now, I'm going to die..."

"Long Qianqiu! Long Qianqiu!"

"I wish I could eat your flesh and drink your blood!!!"

"I did fight my way out, but I was poisoned by your 'Blue Devil'!"

"I lost to you after all..."

"I'm not willing to accept it! I'm not willing to accept it!! I'm not willing to accept it!!"

Fang Qingyang's voice finally showed emotion again, and he became crazy again. The strong hatred and malice were quite creepy.

Ye Wuque listened quietly.

This "Long Qianqiu" should be the culprit who made Fang Qingyang suffer such a tragedy, and also Fang Qingyang's biggest enemy.

"No wonder no one chased me, no wonder I escaped all the way to this small Posuo state, Long Qianqiu, in your eyes, I am already a dead man..."

"You will not waste any energy on a dead man..."

"Blue Demon! Blue Demon! It is indeed one of the most terrible ancient poisons. I can't deal with it. I can only let it attack in my body and slowly corrode my cultivation, my spirit, and everything I have. I can only watch and suffer!"

"I know that when the poison takes effect, I will die miserably. Every bone in my body will be corroded completely. Before I die, I will suffer incomparable terrible pain... cough cough cough cough!"

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 cough stopped.

Fang Qingyang's voice sounded again, but it was much weaker before it closed.

"Hehehe... the blood in my body has turned blue... the blue devil has completely attacked... according to the time, I will die in less than half an hour..."

"I will die..."

"But... I am unwilling to accept it..."

"Why does God treat me like this? Why!!!"

"Long Qianqiu!! You beast!!"

"Not only did you take away my inheritance! You took away my glory! You even wanted to get your hands on my junior sister!! You took away everything from me!!"

"I curse you to die a miserable death! A miserable death!!!"

Ye Wuque, who was listening in Jining, 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 was talking about must be his beloved woman, otherwise there would not be such a fluctuation.

"Huff, fufu, fufu..."

Perhaps because of the excessive roar, Fang Qingyang began to pant violently. It was obvious that the toxicity of the ancient blue devil poison was already looking down on his body crazily.

Suddenly!

Fang Qingyang laughed strangely again, his laughter was full of bitterness and teasing, ridicule and despair!

"Long Qianqiu, I know you set up a killing plan..."

"I can escape in advance..."

"But I won't give up!"

"I won't give up and walk away from the ancient alliance that gave me life and raised me!"

"So I want to fight you! I want to break your killing plan! I want to prove that I am no worse than you!!"

"There are 108 heavenly spirit inheritances in the ancient alliance! 108 spirit sons! You and I are both spirit sons! How can I be worse than you??"

"You want to step on me to become the prince of legend!"

"You... dream!!!"

Ancient alliance!

108 heavenly spirit inheritances!

108 spirit sons!

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 large state of the heavenly level like Posa State can only be described as "small".

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... seven-color secret treasures buried with my junior uncle! Seven-color secret treasures! Hahahahaha..."

Fang Qingyang's crazy, tragic and horrifying laughter burst out again with choking and trembling laughter!

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 little 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 been 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? ?