My Demon Queen

Chapter 153 The Appearance of Phantom Ye An

Mo Qingcheng held the sword in his hand, lightning flashing on his body, and looked at everyone with cold eyes, saying: "If you insist on stopping me today, don't blame me for being ruthless."

Confucius held the jade pen in his hand and said solemnly, "Empress, I hope you will consider the overall situation. This disaster star cannot be left, and the wonderland of creation cannot be destroyed."

Mo Qingcheng narrowed his eyes slightly, and replied in a cold voice with a hint of chillness:

"Humph, the so-called overall situation is nothing more than a hypocritical excuse. Today, I will stand here and see what you can do to me."

After saying this, Mo Qingcheng's face was as cold as ice, and she took a step forward without a trace of emotion.

In an instant, the terrifying power of the Half-Step Ascension Realm suddenly erupted without reservation.

The powerful force was like a raging wave, raging wildly in all directions.

For a moment, the wind and clouds changed color, thunder roared, and the entire wonderland was drawn into this violent energy vortex. It shook violently, the earth cracked, the mountains collapsed, and the rivers flowed backwards, as if the end of the world had come.

Among all the people present, only Kong Fuzi and Mo Ruxue, relying on their powerful strength that was also at the half-step ascension realm, managed to steady their bodies and forcibly resist this overwhelming and terrifying pressure.

As for the rest of the people, under this tremendous and powerful pressure, were instantly bent over, their legs trembled like sieves, their heads were too heavy to lift up, and their hearts were filled with endless fear.

The true spirit was also tightly wrapped by this overwhelming and powerful pressure, and breathing became extremely difficult.

He knew very well that he was now in a desperate situation of life and death, and if he did not fight to the death, he would be doomed.

His eyes flashed with madness and greed. He stared at Ye An intently, and secretly made a vicious move in his heart:

As long as I succeed in seizing Ye An's body, I will be able to transcend the constraints of this world and step into the coveted realm of true ascension. By then, I can roam freely between heaven and earth, and will never fall into such a desperate predicament as today.

As soon as the thought flashed through the True Spirit's mind, he immediately began to communicate with the power of heaven and earth in the wonderland of creation.

After all, he was derived from the consciousness of this wonderland of creation, and there is an innate close connection between him and this world.

With just a thought, the vast power of heaven and earth can be used at will.

Just when Mo Qingcheng and Kong Fuzi and others were in a stalemate and on the verge of a fight, Zhen Ling cleverly used the unique characteristics of the power of heaven and earth, flashed, completed the space transfer in an instant, and appeared in front of Ye An in the blink of an eye.

Looking at Ye An's unconscious appearance, Zhen Ling's mouth corners involuntarily rose slightly, outlining an extremely greedy smile, which seemed to hide endless desires and ambitions.

His eyes flashed with fanaticism, and he murmured, "You are mine."

At the same time, the true spirit stretched out his hands, with a mysterious light flashing in his palms, and slowly grabbed towards Ye An. The air around him trembled slightly because of his actions.

Just as the True Spirit's hands were about to touch Ye An, Mo Qingcheng was the first to notice something unusual.

She turned back suddenly, her beautiful eyes instantly ignited with rage, and she shouted angrily: "You bastard, how dare you!"

In a flash, Mo Qingcheng swung the sword in his hand, and a purple lightning bolt roared towards the true spirit like a dragon.

Mo Ruxue also reacted at the same time. She flashed and rushed towards the real spirit quickly, her eyes full of anxiety and anger.

Confucius and others were startled at first, and then just stood there and watched quietly, with no intention of helping or stopping them.

There was a complex glimmer in their eyes, as if they were weighing the pros and cons of this change for themselves.

Bai Feiyu looked at this scene with complicated eyes, and no one knew what he was thinking.

Long Qingshan frowned, but did not move.

Fenghuang Xue shook her head gently, the silk handkerchief in her hand fluttering in the wind, and she also chose to stand by and watch.

When Zhen Ling saw the Mo Qingcheng sisters attacking him, he had no intention of stopping. Instead, he sped up his movements. A layer of white mist surged around his body, protecting himself, and he was ready to forcibly take Ye An's body.

The entire space is filled with powerful energy, and a fierce confrontation is about to begin.

In Ye An's mysterious and profound mind world, the phantom of Ye An stood quietly in that dreamlike space, staring at the illusion of Ye An in front of him, his deep eyes revealed a gleam of thought, and he fell into deep thought.

The surrounding fantasy world was flickering with lights and dreamlike colors interweaving and flowing.

However, in this quiet moment, a sense of danger quietly spread.

The shadow of Ye An's heart trembled suddenly, and he keenly felt that someone in the outside world was trying to harm Ye An.

In an instant, a cold light flashed in those illusory eyes, and the originally ethereal look gradually became gloomy and fierce, like the depths of a cold pond.

The aura on his body began to surge wildly, and light flowed on his illusory body, quickly turning from virtual to real.

Immediately afterwards, the phantom Ye An, which had condensed into substance, rushed through Ye An's body like a lightning with the force of thunder and endless anger, and drilled out directly from his body.

He suddenly appeared in front of the real spirit.

That hand was like an iron clamp, grabbing Zhen Ling's neck with lightning speed.

The powerful force made the true spirit unable to move in an instant, and the spell that was being cast also came to an abrupt halt.

At this moment, time seemed to freeze, and the air around became heavy and depressing because of this sudden change.

The phantom Ye An exuded a chilling aura, his eyes were icy cold, and he stared at the real spirit whose neck he was strangling, as if he was looking at a dead object.

Zhen Ling's face was full of fear and disbelief. His mouth was slightly open, and he wanted to say something, but he couldn't make any sound because his neck was being strangled. His hands were grasping the strong wrist that was clamped around him in vain.

Everyone was shocked when they saw the sudden appearance of Ye An’s phantom.

Mo Qingcheng's eyes narrowed, the sword in his hand tightened slightly, a murderous aura emanated faintly, and he asked in confusion: "Hmm?"

Mo Ruxue was also shocked, but she quickly reacted and stared at the phantom Ye An with a serious expression: "Who is he?"

Master Kong frowned, and the jade pen in his hand unconsciously clenched. He was secretly pondering the origin and purpose of this phantom Ye An, and his eyes were full of vigilance.

Bai Feiyu's eyes were filled with shock, but only for a moment, and then he looked at Mo Ruxue.

Long Qingshan widened his eyes and opened his mouth, but said nothing. The expression on his face froze as he stared blankly at the phantom of Ye An.

The silk handkerchief in Fenghuang Xue's hand fell to the ground. She covered her mouth with her hands to prevent herself from screaming out loud, her eyes full of panic.

The real spirit was strangled by the phantom Ye An's neck and could not move. Those who were originally on the sidelines became nervous because of the appearance of the phantom Ye An. For a moment, the whole scene fell into an eerie silence.