In the chaotic fog, An Qingyu's gray eyes narrowed slightly.
"Yes, so what? Even if you rack your brains to break the situation, won't you still be trapped in it by me in the end?"
Upon hearing these words, the figure under the maple tree fell into silence, his hands behind his back slowly lowered, and gleams of light flickered out from his palms.
He stared at An Qingyu in the future and said solemnly:
"Do you think that I can't kill you despite the passage of time?"
"Others may not be able to do it, but for you, Lin Qiye, nothing is impossible... You have always been like this." Future An Qingyu said lightly,
"It is not a good thing for you or me to take action across the long river of time. I am not here to fight you. I just want to remind you one thing."
"What?" the figure said calmly.
Future An Qingyu stared at him and spoke word by word:
"The chess game between you and me is not over yet."
After the words fell, the pair of gray eyes slowly closed and he said no more.
At the other end of the two rivers of time, the two figures stared at each other and fell into silence for a short time.
The figure under the maple tree narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he was deep in thought. His peripheral vision seemed to notice something, and he turned his head slightly to look.
After a moment, the figure snorted coldly, turned around and walked towards the depths of the courtyard.
He waved his palm lightly, supporting the two unknown realms of the long river of time, and then gradually faded away, and a long voice came, "You should be able to handle the endgame here more easily than me."
As the river of time above Lin Qiye's head dissipated, the figure also disappeared without a trace. The connection between the present and the future was completely cut off, leaving only endless ashes swirling above his head and falling on him and An Qingyu.
After being chained to the cross, [The Poet of the Sky] could not be used. The two figures were completely exposed in the ashes. In just a few minutes, their bodies were covered with a thin layer of gray gauze.
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An itching sensation emerged from the surface of Lin Qiye's skin, as if something was about to come out of his flesh and blood, and his eyes were extremely red.
Lin Qiye knew what would happen if these ashes fell on him. An Qingyu's hand just touched a piece of ashes and turned into that. Judging from the area of ashes he had touched now, I am afraid that in a few minutes, those surging people in the valley would become like that.
The flesh ball is his fate.
Seeing that the figure who had countered his Divine Ruins had left, the red bugs in Uriel's eyes gradually calmed down. Just when he was about to continue the trial, his body suddenly froze in place.
The second river of time did not disappear with the recovery of His Divine Ruins.
The hazy mist surged from above the second cross. Future Anqingyu stood calmly in the mist, staring at the long river of time that disappeared above the first cross, without any emotion in his indifferent eyes.
After a moment, he glanced at the broken six-winged Seraph and the wildly surging wave of flesh balls below. He lowered his head and put on a black hood, hiding his entire face in the darkness, and turned and walked towards the mist.
With his back gradually disappearing, he gently raised his right hand and held it in the air.
"Destroy."
A simple syllable came from above the cross.
The next moment, the squirming red worms in Uriel's eyes suddenly froze.
boom--!!
There was a muffled sound, and the insect bodies that made up the eyeballs exploded one after another like firecrackers, and thick blood splashed out and flowed down Uriel's eye sockets.
After the eyeball disappeared, Uriel's figure was like a puppet that had lost control, falling powerlessly into the crater, sending up billowing wind and sand.
Without the support of Uriel's strength, the cross behind Lin Qiye and An Qingyu also shattered inch by inch. Their figures fell from the sky and hit the valley below like meteors.
Bang-bang-bang!!
Continuous explosions came from the valley, and those fat and twisted flesh balls exploded. Amidst countless painful roars, a bloody wave spread rapidly across the valley.
The bloody wave rapidly enlarged in Lin Qiye's eyes. He resisted the itching on his body, summoned [Somersault Cloud], and caught the Anqing fish that was also falling with a somersault. The two of them glided over the bloody and stinky valley and landed on the ground.
On the edge of a mountainside.
As soon as their feet touched the ground, severe pain began to spread throughout their bodies.
Lin Qiye staggered and fell to the ground. His skin was red, and countless red insects burst out of his body and fell to the ground, exploding with crackles one after another.
These are all bugs that burrowed into his body along with the ashes.
This fine explosion lasted for about half a minute, and the skin of the two people gradually returned to its original state from red. The previous itching sensation had disappeared, leaving only a mess of insect corpses and blood flowing down the mountain.
After all the bugs in his body had died, Lin Qiye took a deep breath, weakly leaned on a boulder, and sat down slowly.
At this time, the second river of time in the sky had disappeared, and the figure wearing a black robe and a hood had also returned to the other end of time. Lin Qiye looked at the valley that had fallen into deathly silence in front of him, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of disaster in his heart.
Happiness for the rest of my life.
Hunted by resentful souls, judged by angels, and filled with ashes entering their bodies...if it hadn't been for the action of the two figures from the future, they would have had almost no chance of surviving.
But the doubts in his heart were stronger than ever before.
Why does my future self want to kill me?
What does the conversation between my future self and future An Qingyu... mean?
Lin Qiye turned his head and looked at An Qingyu who was sitting on another boulder. The latter happened to look up at him. Their eyes met in the air, and the air suddenly fell into silence.
After a long time, Lin Qiye took the initiative to speak: "Qingyu..."
"I don't know what they are talking about." Before Lin Qiye could ask, An Qingyu shook his head in advance, "I'm not interested in what will happen in the future... I only know that I will always be me."
Lin Qiye was stunned on the spot.
After a moment, he smiled helplessly and threw away the chaotic thoughts in his mind, "Yeah."
It is still unclear how far into the future the two figures who just appeared came from, not to mention that it was only a short conversation. If he started to doubt his brother based on these words out of context, then he would be too suspicious.
No matter what the future holds, Lin Qiye only believes in what he sees now.
"I've almost recovered, how about you?" An Qingyu moved toward Lin Qiye with staggering steps. There were blood holes from small insects on its body, and it was already regenerating at a super speed.
Lin Qiye glanced at the dense blood holes on his body. Although they had not healed, the bleeding had stopped, and he slowly stood up.