He Lingchuan was a little surprised: "Why did you say this?"

Qingyang looked at him steadily. Now was the time for her to ask questions.

This is also a good question. He Lingchuan thought about it carefully before saying, "No."

Qingyang carefully studied his facial expression: "Why did you see her in a big pot for so long?"

Liu Qingdao and Xu Tuo exchanged glances with each other. The old woman was almost dead and her thoughts were still so keen.

"See." He Lingchuan sighed, "But that's..."

He originally wanted to say that it was "the history of the past", but the Panlong world in the big square pot had clearly changed and was very different from the real history.

Can history that has been changed still be called history?

So what exactly is Panlong City in the Dafang Pot, what are the military and civilians in it, and what are the Red Generals in it?

He could only say: "If you are not in the world, you cannot really live."

This sentence was gone, but Qingyang chuckled lightly: "Sure enough, Zhong Shengguang and General Hong were making trouble before Panlong City was destroyed."

Beijia destroyed Panlong City, but it was not completely destroyed, leaving behind a disaster. More than 150 years later, such a disaster occurred like He Xiao.

"I knew." She murmured, "I knew from the time when Dafang Pot and Panlong City Ruins were bound together, I knew that things were not that simple."

"I also know that you want to retrace the old paths of Yuanguo and Panlong City." She looked at He Lingchuan, and the blood from her forehead flowed down to her eyelids. She was too lazy to wipe it. "I hope you... one day you will understand that your real enemy may be the only god."

"Oh?" He Lingchuan was really surprised, "I thought you would argue with me about the devil's victory like Bai Ziqi."

Be obedient and voice-over. Qingyang said this because he thought he had a winning rate and was not low!

That's why she wanted to win a possibility for Bega.

"I have never cared about the gods." Qingyang's face began to turn white and spots, but she didn't know it yet, and just smiled, "Bai Ziqi is a person from the Heavenly Palace. She is smart and lacks wisdom, so she can't get out of those prisons. He is still young and cannot see through the essence of these wars."

Compared to her age, Bai Ziqi is of course young.

Xu Tuo next to him was still confused, but Liu Qingdao wanted to know what she saw through.

This is the first enemy to believe in him, and He Lingchuan sighed a little.

"Since that's the case, you can sell me my sincerity first. One day in the future, maybe I will remember what you say now." He said seriously, "Beka doesn't want the demons to come to the world, right? Apart from the big square pot, what method do they plan to use to go down to the world?"

"As far as I know, it's the beast and the demon puppet." Qingyang's speech became more and more difficult, "Don't you know, too?"

“Which research has been done?”

"In several venues on the Flute Golden Plain, including Honglu, the demon puppet can already be anthropomorphized, but it is extremely unstable." Qingyang said, "Besides, you know that there are prerequisites for the descending of God."

Of course, He Lingchuan knew: "The consent of the body of God must be obtained."

"If the demon puppet is confused, it is impossible to agree." Qingyang whispered, "This is the value of your companion Dong Rui!"

"Fuck!" A curse floated from a distance.

"But the experimental field of the gods is not just the Falcon Plain. I have been away from Bega for a while and I don't know the progress of other regions." Qingyang said truthfully, "It's my turn. I want to ask you why you can use Yuanli 'alone'? Is it specially given to you by Dafang Pot?"

The word "alone" has a strong accent. If she can't figure out why He Xiao has the Yuanli for her, she will die with her eyes open.

"You're a dying person, and you still care about this?"

In fact, He Lingchuan admired her a little. It is said that birds are about to die, and their singing is sad. But when Qingyang dies, the matter of worrying about them is still these business and secrets, and Bega and him.

She had already put life and death aside?

"Laws are laws. Even if it is a big pot, you must abide by the law of Yuanli." He Lingchuan shook his head, "Where did you give me this special saying?"

Dafanghu couldn't give him Yuanli directly. He could have Yuanli all by himself in Dafeng Army and Tiger Wing Army.

This answer definitely cannot satisfy Qingyang: "Is that true? Then where is the army that gives you Yuanli?"

He Lingchuan patted his chest gently: "There is nothing to say about this, sorry."

Qingyang's face was dead and his eyes were slightly drooping. He suddenly realized that his hair was gray!

She suddenly felt dizzy and didn't want to ask anymore, but just reached out and touched her face.

He Lingchuan looked at her and sighed secretly.

From the expressions on these people's faces, Qingyang understood that he had become old!

What I can't escape, it's still here.

She used the secret technique to rejuvenate herself, but now the backlash of the spell has come. Before she dies, she will become older!

She has been elegant and luxurious for two hundred years, and now she is...

Qingyang put down his hand and laughed at himself.

He Lingchuan shook his head: "Why is this attack? You can go far away."

Bai Tan's family business is in Yao Kingdom and cannot leave; but the Shinjin Plain is not where Qingyang comes from, so she can leave as long as she brushes her sleeves, and she has no worries.

Seeing that the situation was hopeless, why didn't she escape? Why did she have to bet on all her wealth and make a final desperate battle with He Lingchuan?

"Who am I!" Qingyang smiled. Because she broke her lungs, her laughter was inevitably a little sharp, "How can I end up like those elderly women who are lingering in sick beds?"

She is Qingyang!

She is the most powerful national teacher in the Northern Demon Kingdom, supporting the glory of this empire!

She is the powerful lord of the Qing Palace, and the emperor's most trusted arm and confidant!

How colorful her life was, how could she die like a mortal at the last moment of her life!

He Lingchuan had no choice but to say: "It's worthy of being Qingyang."

Stubborn until death, proud until death.

Qingyang touched his finger, took out a flute from the storage ring, and stuffed it to He Lingchuan:

"Don't you want this? Take it."

Her hands were already shaking very hard, as if the flute on her hand weighed more than a thousand pounds.

This flute is jade-white, with nodes and two bright red circles.

Tian Centipede Bone Flute!

Five or six years ago, when she was chasing He Lingchuan on Tiangongxu Mountain, the latter asked her where the flute in her hand came from.

Since He Lingchuan is still worried about the problem five or six years ago, he must still want this flute.

He Lingchuan took the flute, took a step forward, leaned over and asked her: "In your eyes, who will win in the end between me and Bega?"

Blood flowed into Qingyang's eyes, her vision was red, and all sounds were gone.

The sky is red, the branches and leaves are red, and the person in front of me is also red.

The red armor, the red helmet, and the blood-red long sword seemed to be frozen in the depths of her memory, the agile posture that fought to the last moment!

"red……"

In the past, she and later He Xiao. Alas, why can't Yangyang Beijia come up with such a person?

An indescribable feeling of fatigue came, interrupting Qingyang's murmur.

It is said that before people die, the past will be vivid and replayed like a lantern.

But she didn't, her life was obviously magnificent.

She only returned to the familiar palace wall, reached out to pick a dragon's head flower and put it on her temples. At this time, a big head suddenly stretched out from behind the high wall.

The wind that day was really fragrant.

This is the beginning of the legend of her life.

Qingyang's expression finally relaxed, and a smile rose from the corner of his mouth.

The worldly relationship has ended, and I wake up from my dream.
Chapter completed!