After Signing In For 50 Years, I Became A Blood Clan Boss

【Chapter 50】: The fall of a duke!

In the forbidden area of ​​the underground palace, in front of the secret room.

Fang Qingyan hesitated for a while, and wanted to let go of his mental power to investigate the situation inside.

But the idea was immediately dismissed.

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

Although he was confident that with his current strength, even if the Duke came, he would be able to retreat and run away 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 dragged him and chatted for a while, then said goodbye and left.

Fang Qingyan stood alone in the room for a few minutes and wandered a few more steps before making a decision.

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

He had a very strong hunch.

It is about a peaceful life in the future, so Fang Qingyan decided to make things clear.

“call–”

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

hum-

The surrounding space suddenly distorted and folded, like a calm water surface, rippling with waves, and the environment in the four directions also “lived” and began to wriggle, change, and replace.

After 0.5 seconds.

Everything calmed down.

Fang Qingyan’s body didn’t move, but he was now in the place where he was no longer in the room.

He raised his head and looked forward solemnly. The huge stone gate that was blocked was unbreakable.

The ancestor of the Duke of the Cape clan, retreated inside.

If Fang Qingyan thought too much about everything, then he would have to offend a duke if he trespassed.

But he did not hesitate.

hum-

Space folds again!

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

just came in.

A stench of rotten smell hit the nostrils, disgusting.

Fang Qingyan raised his eyes and looked up, his face changed slightly, and he sucked in a breath of cold air with a “hiss”.

Not far ahead, a half-rotted corpse was half-kneeling on the ground, its robe was tattered, its head was drooping, its body was dry, and its hands were weak.

However, what really shocked Fang Qingyan was that behind the carrion, there were gigantic wings!

The length of each wing is more than twenty meters. It is conceivable that when ten such wings are unfolded at the same time, it will inevitably cover the sky!

However, they have already lost their activity at this moment, and the flesh and blood on their wings have long since detached, leaving only some carrion hanging on the skeleton of Bai Sensen… They drooped weakly like weeds, no matter how beautiful they used to be, now only Ugly after decay.

Full of sadness and desolation.

…

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

Fang Qingyan’s expression was extremely complicated, “Sure enough, it’s no wonder that if you haven’t left the country for tens of thousands of years, it turns out that you have already perished.”

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 race 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 Cape clan, something really happened!

Fang Qingyan stared at the corpse in front of him and didn’t speak for a long time.

There were many things on his mind.

Like… the cause of death?

It is absolutely impossible to die of old age, because the ancestors of the dukes of the seven major clans are all figures of the same era, and the dukes of the other families are still alive and kicking.

Couldn’t have been killed by the enemy!

How terrifying is the strength of the Duke? With a wave of hands, moving mountains and reclaiming seas, destroying the sky and destroying the earth, it is impossible to die silently.

“Then there is only one last possibility left.”

Fang Qingyan’s eyes were solemn, “The advanced prince failed and died of backlash.”

The Marquis failed to advance, and the price was that he could not break through his own realm again for life.

However, the Duke failed to advance, but he had to pay the price of his life.

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

In the future, if you don’t have a full grasp of breakthroughs, you must not take risks!

…

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

This is the strongest backer and the biggest trump card.

But now, the backer of the Cape clan has fallen, and judging from the degree of decay of the corpse, it has been dead for at least a thousand years.

If the outside world learns this news, it will be a disaster waiting for the Cape clan!

Only a duke can produce a marquis.

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

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

But now, there is no prince in the world.

…

“I don’t mean to disturb, if I offend, I hope you don’t mind… It’s safe to go to the ground.”

Fang Qingyan shook his head and sighed in his heart.

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

Then the corpse flew up and fell into it.

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

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

But the next moment, his body froze.

“what?”

Looking at the stone wall on the side, there seems to be some words written on it.

Fang Qingyan walked over and looked up.

Those are two paragraphs of text carved on the stone wall, with iron painted silver hooks, quite imposing——

“My name is ‘William Cape’, born as an earl, a marquis at a hundred years old, six wings at a thousand years old, and appreciated by the prince at the age of three thousand years, gave ten drops of blood essence, and entered the realm of a duke! I have reached the pinnacle of the ten-winged! I consider myself to be a genius, and I am blessed by nature, and it is not difficult to think about the ancestors of the twelve-winged blood…”

This paragraph is still normal, but the second paragraph that follows has a sudden change in style and great contrast, but between the lines reveals a strong sense of unwillingness, anger, madness, and hysteria——

“I hate! I hate! Hate hate hate!!! Why is fate so unfair to me? I have been in retreat for 190,000 years, and I have been searching for the realm of blood ancestors all my life. I want to reach the realm of the prince, but in the end it is a big dream! Jifang has discovered the secret, and if he becomes a duke at the age of 100, will he have the opportunity to become a prince? A hundred years old! A hundred years old!!! How ridiculous?!”

“It seems like a peerless genius like me, and it took three thousand years to become a duke. I can’t do it. Just ask a million years before and a million years later, who else can do it? Who else?! !!”

…

After Fang Qingyan read it, he was silent for five minutes.

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