Chapter 4705: Twelve Words!

The two voices rang out one after another, and they were so clear in this quiet square.

Then, the two seemed to be looking at each other.

The white jade masked man was looking at Ye Wuque through the mask, and Ye Wuque was also looking at him quietly.

After a few breaths, the white jade masked man sighed faintly.

"Yes, it's me."

"Qingyang hasn't been here for a long time, and the ancient talisman that entered the top of Tianmang is his most important treasure."

"You killed Qingyang?"

"And then came here?"

The voice of the junior master was still calm and peaceful, with a hint of etherealness, and he was wearing a mask on his face, and there was no hole on the mask to reveal his eyes, but at this moment he seemed to be staring at Ye Wuque.

"I didn't kill Fang Qingyang."

"I just found two relics belonging to him, and the ancient talisman is one of them."

Ye Wuque replied faintly.

The junior master stopped talking, and he sighed again after three or five breaths.

"You didn't lie."

"Qingyang was not killed by you."

The junior master said this, and seemed to choose to believe Ye Wuque.

"Fang Qingyang left a will, saying that the peak of Tianmang is the place where his junior master's grave is located."

"Then can you tell me where your grave is?"

Ye Wuque's voice sounded again, but he said such a creepy sentence.

Asking a living person where his grave is?

Isn't this weird?

The junior master in the white jade mask seemed to be slightly startled when he heard this, and then sighed softly: "It should be somewhere behind..."

The junior master actually answered.

Ye Wuque nodded gently.

That's right!

The junior master of Fang Qingyang wearing a white jade mask in front of him is not a living person at all.

It's just a soul imprint!

From his appearance to his opening, he had already fallen into Ye Wuque's perception, so from beginning to end, Ye Wuque did not have any surprises or panic.

The soul brand of the junior master was left on the ancient throne under him. As long as someone approached, it would be activated instantly.

However, Ye Wuque could see through the junior master's soul brand, but Fang Qingyang could not see through it at the time.

Therefore, Fang Qingyang was extremely surprised and unbelievable!

Why did a person who should only appear in dreams appear alive in front of him?

This is the power of the soul, which makes it impossible for you to distinguish.

This move alone is enough to shock people and make Fang Qingyang sink into it.

Therefore, Fang Qingyang was extremely excited and left those words full of desire and excitement in his diary.

"I came here for your tomb."

"But I didn't expect that you left a soul brand, which made it much easier for me."

Ye Wuque spoke again.

"You didn't kill Qingyang, but you can come here, which is enough to prove that you and I have a little fate."

"I am a person who has died a long time ago, and I haven't been so lively for a long time."

"If you have any questions, I will answer them if I can."

The junior master said so.

His voice also seemed to relax, as if it had not appeared for a long time, and he felt a little lonely.

Ye Wuque nodded gently, and then he stretched out a finger and pointed at the void.

Buzz!!

Suddenly, an image gathered, it was the colorful auspicious cloud!

Endless life!

No regrets even if you die nine times!

"Do you remember this pattern?"

Ye Wuque looked at the junior master, with a deep look in his bright eyes.

The junior master looked up at the void, and his eyes seemed to be fixed on the pattern of the colorful auspicious cloud.

"This is..."

The junior master whispered.

"I seem to have seen it before, but I don't remember it."

Soon, the junior master gave such an answer, with a faint sigh in his tone.

"Don't remember?"

Ye Wuque's eyes flashed.

"According to Fang Qingyang, there are several secret treasures buried with you in your tomb. Each of them is engraved with colorful auspicious clouds, and is called a seven-color secret treasure."

While speaking, Ye Wuque flipped his right hand, and the seven-color Seven Killings Tiangang Gourd obtained from Fang Qingyang suddenly appeared in his hand.

"This gourd is one of them. Do you really not remember it?"

"Before Fang Qingyang rebelled against the Ancient Alliance of the Heavenly Gods, he once returned to the top of Tianmang and entered your tomb to take away all the seven-color secret treasures."

"Do you really not remember, or do you not want to say it?"

Ye Wuque held the seven-color Seven Killings Tiangang Gourd, staring at the junior master with an unpredictable look in his bright eyes.

The junior master did not move, and he seemed to be staring at the seven-color Seven Killings Tiangang Gourd, but remained silent.

"In Fang Qingyang's eyes, you were once a living person, but then you died."

"Because he didn't know from the beginning that you were just a soul imprint."

"But what I'm curious about is that there were several quasi-spiritual sons in the ancient alliance at that time, why did you only take a fancy to Fang Qingyang? Why did you choose to contact him?"

Hearing this, the junior uncle finally spoke: "Because he and I have a fate. Of course, in my remaining vague memories, he should have received the same inheritance, and I also received it, but it was a different generation, so this is the origin between us."

"That's why I will become his junior uncle."

"Really?"

Ye Wuque did not comment, but just replied lightly.

I saw him flipping his right hand and putting away the colorful Seven Kills Tiangang Gourd.

Then he raised his steps and moved forward. He walked lightly past his junior uncle, passed the throne, and headed towards the deeper area behind.

On the throne, the young uncle still sat quietly. He did not stop Ye Wuque, nor did he make any move. In the end, he just sighed softly.

As for Ye Wuque, he took one step at a time and reached the deepest part of this peach blossom garden in the blink of an eye.

In the center of a place surrounded by many peach trees, a simple and majestic tomb stood quietly.

In front of the tomb, a tombstone stood quietly.

Both the tombs and tombstones are spotless and clean, as if someone comes frequently to clean and maintain everything.

Ye Wuque approached and his eyes fell on the erected tombstone.

There is a line of writing on it.

But it does not record the identity of the person buried in the tomb, but a sentence is engraved on it.

"Sometimes, luck is also a kind of strength."

Ye Wuque read this sentence slowly, his eyes flickering.

A very simple sentence also explains a very simple truth, but this is not what Ye Wuque cares about.

What he cares about is the twelve characters that make up this sentence!

These twelve handwritings are engraved, but from between the lines, you can see that these handwritings are beautiful, graceful and graceful, with a hint of weakness.

in other words!

This is the handwriting left by a woman.