Fifty years after signing in, I became a blood clan boss

Forbidden Underground Palace, in front of the Chamber of Secrets.

Fang Qingyan hesitated, wanting to let go of his spiritual power to probe the situation inside.

But the idea was immediately dismissed.

Using mental power to probe others is a very provocative behavior, and it is easy to form revenge.

Although he was confident that with his current strength, even if the Duke came, he would be able to retreat with his whole body and run easily, but considering that Elizabeth was still on the side, it was easy to affect her, so he gave up.

Carrying the coffin back to the library.

Elizabeth pulled him to talk for a while before leaving.

Fang Qingyan stood alone in the room for a few minutes, wandered a few more steps, and then made a decision.

Long before passing through the secret room, he had a premonition that something was wrong.

He had a very strong premonition.

It was about a peaceful life in the future, so Fang Qingyan decided to figure things out.

“Whew-”

After taking a deep breath, his eyes suddenly opened and closed, and light lit up in his dark and deep eyes.

Buzz-

The surrounding space suddenly twisted and folded, just like the calm surface of water, rippling waves, and the environment in all directions also “lived”, began to creep, change, and change.

After 0.5 seconds.

Everything calmed down.

Fang Qingyan’s body did not move, but the place he was in at the moment was no longer in the room.

He raised his head and looked solemnly ahead, the huge stone door that blocked it was unbreakable.

The Duke Ancestor of the Capet clan was in retreat inside.

If everything was Fang Qingyan thinking too much, then he would definitely offend a duke if he trespassed into it.

But he didn’t hesitate.

Buzz-

Space folds again!

Fang Qingyan disappeared in place and teleported into the secret room.

Just came in.

A foul smell of rot entered the nose and was disgusting.

Fang Qingyan raised his eyes, and couldn’t help but change his face slightly, and gasped with a “hiss”.

Not far ahead, a half-decomposed corpse was half-kneeling on the ground, his robe tattered, his head hanging low, his body dry, and his hands hanging weakly.

However, what really shocked Fang Qingyan was the huge wings dragged behind the carrion!

Each wing is more than twenty meters long, and it is conceivable that when ten such wings are unfolded at the same time, it must cover the sky!

However, they have long lost their activity at this moment, and the flesh and blood on their wings have long been separated, leaving only some carrion hanging on Bai Sensen’s skeleton… It was pulling weakly like a weed, and despite how beautiful it had been, only the ugly appearance after decay remained.

It is full of sadness and desolation.

……

“One, two, three, four… Ten! Ten holy wings. ”

Fang Qingyan’s expression was extremely complicated, “Sure enough, no wonder you haven’t been out of the customs for tens of thousands of years, it turns out that you have long fallen.” ”

The scene in front of him confirmed the conjecture in his heart.

The pinnacle of the Marquis is the Six Wings.

The corpse of the Blood Clan with ten holy wings in front of him must have been a duke before his death.

His previous hunch was right, the Duke Ancestor of the Capetian Clan, something really happened!

Fang Qingyan stared at the corpse in front of him and did not speak for a long time.

He had a lot of things on his mind.

Like what…… What about the cause of death?

It is impossible to die of exhaustion of life expectancy and aging, because the dukes and ancestors of the seven major clans are all figures of the same era, and the dukes of several other families are still alive.

Nor can it be killed by the enemy!

How terrifying is the Duke’s strength? Moving mountains and reclaiming the sea with a wave of your hand, destroying the sky and the earth, it is impossible to die quietly.

“Then there is only one last possibility.”

Fang Qingyan’s gaze was solemn, “The advanced prince failed, and he died of reaction.” ”

The price of a marquis failure to advance is that he will not be able to break through his own realm again for life.

However, the Duke failed to advance and had to pay with his life.

The scene in front of him sounded the alarm for Fang Qingyan.

If you don’t have a full grasp of breakthroughs in the future, you must not take risks with your life!

……

The reason why the seven major clans are “royal families” is that they all rely on the duke ancestors of the family.

This is the strongest backer and the biggest trump card.

But now, the backers of the Capetian have fallen, and judging from the degree of decomposition of the corpse, they have been dead for at least a thousand years.

If the outside world learns this news, what awaits the Capet clan will be a disaster!

Only a duke can cultivate a marquis.

In the same way, only a prince can cultivate a duke.

The seven dukes of the royal family were all born in the era when the prince was still alive.

But now, there are no princes in the world.

……

“No intention to disturb, if offended, hope not mind… Let’s go into the soil for peace. ”

Fang Qingyan shook his head and sighed slightly in his heart.

He gently raised his hand, and the ground suddenly disappeared, as if it was eaten by an invisible monster, and a large pit appeared out of thin air.

Then the bones flew up and fell into it.

With another wave of his hand, the ground returned to its original state, without the slightest change.

After burying the pathetic duke, Fang Qingyan was planning to use his spatial ability to return to his room.

But the next moment, he was stunned.

“Huh?”

His gaze looked at the stone wall on the side, and there seemed to be some words written on it.

Fang Qingyan walked over and looked up.

Those are two pieces of text carved on the stone wall, iron painting silver hook, quite imposing——

“My name is ‘William Capet’, born as a count, a hundred years old into a marquis, a thousand years old into six wings, at the age of three thousand years old by the prince’s lord, gave ten drops of essence blood, and was able to step into the realm of dukes! Long live before, I have reached the peak of the ten wings! I prides myself on being a genius of heaven and is blessed, and it is not difficult to think about the Twelve Wings Blood Ancestor…”

This paragraph is still very normal, but the second paragraph that follows, the style changes abruptly, the contrast is great, but the words reveal a strong unwillingness, anger, madness, hysteria

“I hate! I hate! Hate, hate, hate!!! Why is fate so unfair to me? Retreat for 190,000 years, a lifetime of seeking the realm of blood ancestors, wanting to reach the prince’s realm, but in the end it is a big dream! When he was about to die, Fang Xun broke the heavenly machine, and those who entered the duke at the age of 100 had a chance to advance to the prince? 100 years old! Centenarian !!! How ridiculous?! ”

“A peerless genius like me, it still takes three thousand years to become a duke, I can’t do it, try to push forward a million years, push a million years back, who else can do it?” Who else?!!! ”

……

After Fang Qingyan finished reading it, he was silent for a full five minutes.

Finally, the corners of his mouth twitched and spit out three words: “And me.” ”