Section 02949 Win the Curtain

There was relief in their eyes, but also... unstoppable regret.

They are not stupid, and it can be seen from Win's words... Win has been decided, and the burden on Yun Qingyan has been lifted.

"Shihuang, you have returned to the future." Yuanshi Demon Emperor said with a deep sigh.

Suddenly...

The Yuanshi Demon Emperor, who had just sighed, seemed to think of something, and his face froze again.

He realized something.

Ying took back the black sickle that was originally...differentiated.

Without the bodyguard of the black sickle, even the Yuanshi Demon Emperor would not dare to travel to the future rashly.

"kindness?"

Suddenly, the pupils of Yuanshi Demon Emperor... and Jiang Ruoxian shrank slightly.

He stared fixedly at the raging space-time vortex.

The space-time vortex that was raging like a tsunami was cooling down at an extremely fast speed.

Less than a few breaths away...

The space-time vortex stood still, as if someone had pressed the pause button.

"Win, cut off our access to the future."

At this moment, it was the Devil Emperor Yuanshi, whose expression became extremely complicated.

Yuanshi Demon Emperor finally understood what Ying said...to stand up, the true meaning of what he said, even though he died without regrets.

To win is to use one's own strength to resist...the disasters in the God Realm, and the disasters in the Eastern Universe.

"Unless Win falls in the future, the difficulty for us to go to the future will be more than a hundred times that of the past!"

"In this case, no one can travel to the future, not even Brother Yan who returned from the heart world."

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The heart world, an extremely special plane.

It is so special that no living person knows what kind of world and plane it is.

In the heart world, Yun Qingyan had an extremely long dream.

Just when this dream was about to end, a figure suddenly appeared in Yun Qingyan's mind.

This figure was wearing a golden crown, with nine white jade bead curtains hanging down, and his body was filled with the air of an emperor.

"win……"

Yun Qingyan immediately recognized the figure that appeared in his mind.

Win did not respond, just looked at him, looked at him quietly.

I don't know how long time passed, but finally a faint smile appeared on Ying's quiet face.

A ray of serenity, a light smile without complaint or regret.

Then, his figure, starting from the feet...gradually turned into countless particles.

Yun Qingyan's nose was inexplicably sour, as if he had lost a close friend forever.

"You came across time and space just to say a final...farewell to me!"

Yun Qingyan looked at the figure of Ying who was about to completely dissipate and said.

At this time, the faint smile on Ying's face has disappeared, because of his stalwart figure...

At this moment, there is only one pair of eyes left, which are like the vicissitudes of the sea.

A picture was reflected in his eyes.

It was a scene where he exhausted all his strength and fought to the last moment...but was still invincible.

He knelt on the ground with one foot, supporting his whole body, and the black sickle in his hand...

There is only one section left, and there is an extremely obvious broken mark at the gap, not far in front of him...

It is the other part of the black sickle.

Through the eyes of winning, Yun Qingyan also saw a person.

A guy who looks exactly like him.

At this time, this person who looks exactly like Yun Qingyan seems to have passed through Ying's eyes...

Looking at Yun Qingyan.

Suddenly, he smiled, but his smile didn't carry any emotion.

He seemed to be demonstrating. The figure of winning, also at this time, completely dissipated in Yun Qingyan's mind.