My Demon Queen

Chapter 157 Mo Qingcheng's Clearance

In the distance, Dao Wuchen stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes slightly closed, and his hands quickly forming seals.

Pure spiritual energy flowed out like streams of light, repairing Mu Wushuang's body with all its strength.

However, he could do nothing about Mu Wushuang's lost vitality.

In the distance, the battlefield was filled with deafening cries of killing, and the fighting situation gradually became more intense.

Dao Wuchen raised his eyes and glanced at it lightly, then retracted his gaze, no longer interested in it.

At this moment, he just wanted to keep Mu Wushuang's body free of any hidden illness.

"Hey! You silly girl."

Dao Wuchen sighed, his face full of heartache and blame.

He kept changing the seals with his hands, controlling the spiritual power to carefully repair Mu Wushuang's damaged meridians.

"You force yourself to use strength that is several times greater than your own, overdraw your vitality, and torture yourself like this. What on earth is the purpose?!"

Dao Wuchen stared at Mu Wushuang with focused and worried eyes. Sweat beads gradually appeared on his forehead, but he did not dare to be distracted at all, and focused on repairing Mu Wushuang's broken meridians.

At this moment, the entire wonderland of creation shook violently without any warning.

In an instant, the earth shook, as if the heaven and earth were about to collapse.

The majestic power of heaven and earth, carrying the rich spiritual energy unique to the wonderland of creation, quickly spread across the entire wonderland like a tide.

This sudden movement shocked Dao Wuchen for a moment. As a strong man in the half-step ascending realm, his perception was instantly expanded, but he was shocked to find that the true spirit of the Creation Fairyland had disappeared, and Mo Qingcheng and Confucius were clearly close to each other, but there was no conflict. This strange situation made him full of suspicion.

"What's happening here?"

Dao Wuchen's eyes were full of confusion. He frowned and turned to look in the direction of the battlefield, with confusion written all over his face.

Immediately afterwards, a dazzling red light streaked across the sky like lightning, and shot directly towards Mu Wushuang's forehead with lightning speed.

The speed was so fast that even a strong man like Dao Wuchen was unable to react in an instant.

Dao Wuchen was shocked, thinking that someone was going to harm Mu Wushuang, and a fierce look flashed in his eyes.

He shook his arms violently, and the spiritual power in his body surged out like surging waves. He was ready to release all his spiritual power to settle the score with the person who had made the move.

However, at this moment, he heard the voice of Ye An that day in the Demon Clan:

"Old man, I will settle your account with you later. Mu Wushuang did this for Ye An after all, so I solved her problem for Ye An. Now, you should get out."

When Dao Wuchen heard this voice, he was stunned for a moment.

A chill ran straight from the soles of his feet to his forehead, making him feel as if his soul was frozen. It was a fear of being on the verge of death.

But as the leader of a sect, he suppressed the fear in his heart and quickly calmed down.

He took a deep breath, squatted down, and carefully checked Mu Wushuang's condition. This check gave him another shock.

Mu Wushuang's meridians recovered in an instant. Not only that, the vitality that was lost before also became extremely abundant at this moment.

Dao Wuchen frowned tightly. This sudden change was too sudden and caught him off guard.

He looked into the distance with a serious look in his eyes and stood there quietly for a few moments, as if thinking about something.

Then, he waved his long sleeves, picked up Mu Wushuang, and his figure turned into a stream of light, and he quickly left the Wonderland of Creation.

The phantom Ye An noticed that Dao Wuchen had left, so he turned his gaze elsewhere.

Confucius was still standing there in a daze, his feet seemed to be nailed to the ground. Bai Feiyu and Xiao Lin from the Holy Land of Martial Arts, as well as Gu Shuchen, were also standing there, with no intention of leaving.

As for the two people from the demon clan, after hearing the words of the phantom Ye An, they hurried away with their young ones without hesitation.

However, when Long Aotian turned around, he couldn't help but glance at Xiao Rou in the distance. A complex emotion flashed in his eyes, and then he pursed his lips and quickly left with his father.

"Ladies and gentlemen, don't you want to leave?" The phantom Ye An put his hands behind his back, his face cold, and glanced at everyone indifferently.

Master Kong stared at the phantom of Ye An, his lips tightly closed, veins bulging on his forehead, and fear in his eyes surging like a tide, but he didn't say a word.

Bai Feiyu took a step forward, his sleeves fluttering, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, with a calm smile, but his eyes revealed a majesty that should not be underestimated. He bowed and saluted, and said gently but domineeringly: "May I ask, Your Excellency, who is this person?"

The phantom Ye An looked at Bai Feiyu with his narrow eyes, his eyes slightly narrowed, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

This subtle movement did not escape Mo Ruxue's eyes.

Mo Ruxue's lively eyes suddenly shrank, her pretty face tensed instantly, and she immediately used light blue spiritual power in her hands. The spiritual power flickered and the air around her seemed to tremble slightly because of this power.

“Mo Qingcheng, this is about Ye An. If you think these people can be present and listen, I don’t mind.”

The phantom Ye An crossed his arms across his chest, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a meaningful smile.

He glanced at Mo Ruxue casually, seemingly unconcerned about her actions.

At this moment, his figure seemed a little illusory, his face was as pale as paper, and beads of sweat the size of beans kept oozing out of his forehead and sliding down his cheeks.

Obviously, in order to destroy the consciousness of the Creation Fairyland and at the same time maintain the Creation Fairyland from being destroyed, he has already consumed a huge amount of energy and vitality.

Mo Qingcheng was wearing an elegant purple dress with fluttering sleeves, like a fairy from heaven.

Her beautiful face was as indifferent as frost, and her eyes as clear as autumn water were always alert, never relaxing for a moment.

"Ruxue, clear the area."

Mo Qingcheng hesitated for just a few seconds, and her eyes instantly became firm. She looked coldly at the phantom Ye An, and a cold voice came out of her cherry-like mouth.

When Mo Ruxue heard her sister's order, she was slightly stunned at first, and a hint of doubt flashed in her eyes.

But in a flash, she understood her sister's intention and nodded slightly.

Her slender fingers loosened slightly, and the spiritual power that was originally lingering in her hands instantly dissipated into nothingness.

Then, she clenched her jade hand in the air, and with a "buzz" sound, a fiery red spear appeared out of thin air in her hand.

The spear was surrounded by flames and the tip of the spear was flashing with cold light. She held the spear tightly with both hands and pointed the tip directly at Confucius. Her eyes revealed a resolute murderous intent, as if she was about to launch a thundering attack in the next second.

"Tsk~"

The phantom Ye An smacked his lips, and a mocking smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. He looked at Mo Ruxue with a playful look, and then turned his gaze to Bai Feiyu, who had been staring at Mo Ruxue.

"Mo Ruxue, can't you do that to him?"

When Mo Ruxue heard this, she seemed to be ignited instantly, and a blush quickly crept up her pretty face.

Her beautiful eyes opened wide and glared at the phantom Ye An, her lower lip tightly bitten with her pearly teeth, and she looked as if she wanted to eat the phantom Ye An alive.

Then, she snorted coldly, and suddenly turned the spear in her hand. The tip of the spear flashed with cold light, pointing at Confucius and Bai Feiyu respectively, exuding a fierce aura.

When Mo Qingcheng heard the words of the phantom Ye An, a fleeting trace of helplessness flashed across her face. After glancing at Mo Ruxue with a hint of anger, her eyes instantly became as cold as frost.

Mo Qingcheng was seen holding the sword tightly in her right hand, with veins on her arm bulging slightly. Purple lightning was madly flowing on the sword like a mad snake, making a "sizzling" sound, and the lightning made her beautiful face light and dark.

She took lotus steps forward, and with each step purple lightning exploded beneath her feet, and the air was filled with the smell of burning lightning.

Her posture was firm and powerful, her sleeves fluttering and her purple skirt dancing in the wind, like a violet blooming in a sea of ​​thunder.

Mo Qingcheng's eyes flashed with cold murderous intent. Her eyes like cold stars stared at Kong Fuzi and Bai Feiyu. She opened her red lips slightly, and her cold and domineering voice exploded like thunder: "Today, either fight or get out..."