My Demon Queen

Chapter 145 Poor Ye An

"Silly boy, why are you just standing there in a daze instead of preparing the formation?"

The phantom Ye An cursed loudly in Ye An's mind, expressing his disappointment.

"Do you really think that Mo Qingcheng's compressed spiritual power can help her break through and ascend?"

He was so angry that he kept shaking his head. He couldn't understand why Ye An was sometimes extremely smart and sometimes extremely stupid. It really made him speechless.

Ye An finally woke up from his dream, "Oh... yes, yes..."

Ye An frowned, his expression tense and focused. He quickly raised his hands and began to form seals with his ten fingers like nimble flying birds.

I saw him put his index and middle fingers together, quickly drawing mysterious tracks in the air, muttering something. As he moved, the joints of his fingers turned slightly white due to the force, and beads of sweat gradually appeared on his forehead.

His finger gestures changed faster and faster, as if he was playing an invisible melody.

With each finger gesture, a faint light flickered, and the formation pattern slowly and vaguely appeared under Mo Qingcheng's feet.

At first, the pattern was just a blur of light and shadow. With Ye An's continuous efforts, the lines gradually became clearer, and mysterious runes emerged one after another, interweaving into a complex and magnificent pattern.

Zhen Ling was completely immersed in shock at this moment, his eyes wide open, an expression of disbelief on his face, and he didn't realize that Ye An was performing a formation at all.

He was only focused on cutting off Mo Qingcheng's absorption of the spiritual power of heaven and earth. His mind and eyes were filled with the tremendous pressure that Mo Qingcheng brought him, and he didn't care about anything else.

Mo Qingcheng only felt that his compressed spiritual power was about to reach its limit, but it was still just a little bit away from breaking through to the Ascension Realm.

At this critical moment, she suddenly felt spiritual power pouring into her feet.

Then, she turned her head slightly and glanced at Ye An, who was concentrating on setting up the formation behind her. She curled her lips slightly, a hint of determination flashed in her eyes, and began to sprint towards the final breakthrough.

The True Spirit also keenly captured the moment when Mo Qingcheng's spiritual power stagnated briefly, but it recovered in an instant. When he cast his scrutinizing eyes on Ye An, everything became clear in his mind in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, before Mo Qingcheng could come to her senses, the true spirit flashed and appeared in front of Ye An in the blink of an eye like a ghost.

"Boy, because of you, I have failed time and time again. Don't even think about making trouble this time!"

Zhen Ling's eyes widened, and he shouted angrily with gnashing teeth. Before he finished speaking, his palm with throbbing veins slapped Ye An's head with a sharp sound of wind.

When Ye An saw the real spirit suddenly appear in front of him, his pupils shrank sharply and his face was full of fear and confusion.

Before he could make any evasive move, he was hit hard by the powerful slap from the True Spirit.

"Hey, silly boy..."

The phantom Ye An was also shocked by the sudden attack from the real spirit and gasped. He was stunned and had no time to react. He could only watch Ye An suffer the heavy blow.

The moment Ye An closed his eyes, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he whispered in an almost inaudible voice: "It's done."

Mo Qingcheng also successfully compressed her spiritual power at this moment. As soon as she turned her head, she witnessed Ye An being beaten by the true spirit.

All this happened as fast as lightning across the night sky. The True Spirit was worthy of being the master of this world. Its speed was so fast that even Mo Qingcheng didn't have time to react.

As for why the true spirit did not attack Mo Qingcheng, it was because Mo Qingcheng was surrounded by surging thunder power, and any contact with it would inevitably hurt him. At this moment, Ye An became the most dangerous target.

Mo Ruxue, who was far away, also noticed this heart-wrenching scene. Her brows were furrowed, her beautiful eyes were full of anxiety, and she immediately performed the space jump of the Ascension Realm without hesitation.

She just flashed and appeared behind Ye An in an instant. Then she let out a delicate cry, gathered all her spiritual power, and slapped the True Spirit hard.

Zhen Ling reacted extremely quickly, and suddenly retreated backwards, barely avoiding the powerful attack.

However, before he could stand firmly on his feet, he felt a deafening thunder coming from behind him. His face suddenly changed, and he had to immediately mobilize the power of heaven and earth to flee hurriedly, barely avoiding this fierce attack.

When Zhen Ling finally managed to steady his body, he saw Mo Qingcheng's indifferent eyes glance at him coldly, and then he quickly walked towards Ye An.

"Sister, Ye An is not injured, but..."

Mo Ruxue supported Ye An, her expression solemn, her brows furrowed into the shape of a "川" character, and she looked at her sister with worry on her face.

Mo Qingcheng came to Ye An, stretched out her slender fingers and gently placed them on Ye An's neck. After a careful examination, she found that it was just as Mo Ruxue said. Ye An had no obvious external injuries, but his soul had fallen into a deep sleep, as if he was trapped in an illusory realm.

Mo Qingcheng's expression was still as cold as ice, and she stared at Ye An quietly for a long time. However, the originally surging aura of the Ascension Realm around her began to slowly fall, gradually condensed, and finally fell to the Half-Step Ascension Realm.

Even though he was only at the Half-Step Ascension Realm, the powerful aura emanating from Mo Qingcheng still far surpassed that of Mo Ruxue, who had already entered the Half-Step Ascension Realm.

Mo Qingcheng also slowly withdrew her gaze at this time, and her cold eyes pierced straight at the true spirit in the distance like a sharp sword. Her expression was as calm as a pool of stagnant water, without any ripples, as if all her joys, sorrows, anger and happiness were only revealed to Ye An.

Mo Qingcheng gently lifted her slender, straight and graceful legs, and walked towards the true spirit step by step with steady and powerful steps.

Every step he took seemed to carry a tremendous force, causing the void to tremble slightly.

Her cold and frosty voice slowly sounded, slow but penetrating: "You bastard, do you really think I can't destroy you and this wonderland?"

With every step Mo Qingcheng took, the divine punishment in the sky became more and more violent, as if it had gone mad.

Thunder and lightning intertwined wildly, as if countless mad dragons were rolling and roaring wantonly, baring their fangs and claws, trying to tear the world apart.

The dazzling lightning illuminated the entire sky as if it were daytime, and the crackling sound was deafening. It seemed that the heavenly punishment was extremely angry because of Mo Qingcheng's disregard, and tried to give her the most severe punishment in a more ferocious manner.

However, Mo Qingcheng didn't care at all about this horrifying heavenly punishment.

She stood tall and straight, with her clothes fluttering in the wind, and she continued to walk towards the True Spirit slowly and steadily.

His calm and unhurried attitude seemed as if the punishment from heaven was nothing but an insignificant breeze and drizzle.

Zhen Ling watched helplessly as Mo Qingcheng showed no fear of heaven's punishment and insisted on attacking him. At this moment, his heart was finally swallowed by endless fear.

Because he felt very clearly that the spiritual power and thunder power controlled by Mo Qingcheng at this time were far superior to the power of heaven and earth contained in the wonderland of creation.

Every time Mo Qingcheng took a step forward, the purple lightning surrounding her became more and more dazzling and powerful.

The purple lightning flashed with a chilling cold light as if it were real. As the arcs jumped, the void was burning with a sizzling sound, as if each one contained endless destructive power that could burn him to ashes in an instant.