My Demon Queen

Chapter 352 It’s time to shut up

"Oh, Buddha?"

Ye An pulled up a sarcastic smile, his voice trembling, as if he was squeezing these words out from between his teeth.

"The so-called compassionate Buddha who saves all living beings actually created such a hellish scene of mountains of corpses and seas of blood!"

As soon as Ye An's eyes fell upon the horrific scenes outside the crack, his body began to tremble involuntarily. A chill ran from the soles of his feet straight up to his heart, making him feel creepy in an instant.

The scene before him was like a heavy hammer, hitting his heart hard.

His mind involuntarily emerged the most impressive scene in "Journey to the West", the 800-li Lion Camel Ridge, a sea of ​​blood and corpses. The horrific scene described in the book seemed to overlap with the scene before his eyes.

And now, all of this appeared so vividly before his eyes.

Ye An's eyes were red, filled with anger and disbelief. He stared at the countless solemn yet extremely strange giant Buddhas in this space, and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Are you... Buddhas... or demons!"

His voice echoed in this dead silent space, carrying with it endless grief and questioning, but it was like a stone sinking into the sea, receiving no response. Only the chilling smell of blood permeated the air, becoming increasingly stronger.

"Om Mani Padme Hum..."

At this moment, bursts of Sanskrit sounds came out of the mouths of these giant Buddhas. The sounds were ethereal and vague, and seemed particularly abrupt in this bloody atmosphere.

The Buddhist chanting echoed all around, as if to cover up all sins and fears.

"Come again..."

Ye An cried out in despair and covered his ears with his hands, his knuckles turning white from the force.

He tried to resist the urge to let the Sanskrit sounds invade his ears, but at this moment, the Sanskrit sounds seemed to have life, surging towards him with an irresistible magic.

No matter how hard Ye An tried to resist, these Sanskrit sounds were still like bone-eating maggots, penetrating his defenses without a single hole and madly corroding his body and soul.

Every note was like a sharp needle, piercing his brain fiercely, bringing wave after wave of piercing pain.

For a moment, Ye An's expression was distorted to be almost hideous due to extreme pain.

His eyes were wide open and bloodshot, veins bulged on his forehead, and cold sweat streamed down his cheeks like rain.

These Sanskrit sounds seemed to be angered after Ye An destroyed them with the formation, and became more powerful and evil.

They were no longer just simple sounds, but more like a tangible evil force, carrying endless resentment, penetrating madly into the depths of Ye An's soul.

"Ah~ Stop...reading..."

Ye An roared at the top of his lungs, his hands covering his ears trembled violently, and his body spasmed involuntarily.

He clenched his teeth so tightly that blood oozed from his gums, as if only in this way could he endure the tremendous pain that seemed to be tearing his soul apart.

At the same time, in the private courtyard of the Empress's Palace, thousands of miles away.

Mo Qingcheng was sitting quietly under the tree, devoting herself to recovering her spiritual power.

Suddenly, her body shook violently, and the spiritual power that had been flowing smoothly in her body seemed to be hit hard by a sudden force, causing violent fluctuations in an instant.

"puff……"

A mouthful of blood spurted out of her mouth without warning, drawing a shocking blood line in the air.

Mo Qingcheng's face turned pale as paper in an instant. She coughed violently, and every cough was accompanied by a tremor in her body. She covered her dantian tightly with both hands, as if she was in great pain there.

"Ahem... ahem... Ye An...?"

She suddenly raised her head and looked at the unique gray sky of the demon clan, her red eyes now filled with anger.

"Wait for me, husband..."

……

At this moment, Ye An was rolling in pain in this strange space.

His body twisted uncontrollably, every inch of his skin seemed to be burned by fire, and every cell was groaning in pain.

And those giant Buddhas seemed like successful demons, and countless of them even had strange smiles on their faces.

The smile was cold and sinister, as if he was enjoying a cruel show.

Their empty eyes, as if they were staring at an ant, looked at Ye An who was rolling on the ground in pain with indifference and without any mercy.

The Sanskrit chanting in his mouth never stopped for a moment. The sound was like a sharp knife, constantly stabbing Ye An's soul.

Every note was like a heavy hammer, hitting his heart hard, as if it wanted to kill Ye An.

Ye An felt a splitting headache, as if countless small bugs were gnawing at his head.

He held his head with both hands desperately, trying to relieve the unbearable pain, but to no avail.

All the muscles and bones in his body creaked as if they were about to be broken, making a creepy "crackling" sound.

Blood seemed to be flowing from his ears. The warm liquid slid down his cheeks and dripped into the air, splashing tiny blood flowers that looked particularly glaring in this strange scene.

"Hey! I thought you had grown to the point where you no longer needed me, but... Tsk tsk tsk, do you need me?"

Ye Quan's somewhat teasing voice suddenly rang in Ye An's mind, which was about to burst.

Ye An's eyes were already somewhat blurred by the pain. In his hazy consciousness, it seemed as if Ye Quan was really standing in this strange space filled with countless giant Buddhas, looking down at himself in such a state of disgrace.

"You...finally...are willing...to show up?"

Ye An endured the pain that surged like a tide and spoke intermittently, as if every word he said had exhausted all his strength.

Ye Quan did not answer immediately, but stood quietly in Ye An's consciousness space, using his spiritual sense to observe this space full of danger and weirdness.

"What do you mean? Do you want me to take action?" Ye Quan asked casually.

Ever since Ye An learned of Ye Quan's secret plan, he has built a high wall of resistance against Ye Quan in his heart.

However, at this moment, in such a life-or-death situation, with his life hanging by a thread, he had no choice.

Because he had solemnly promised Mo Qingcheng that he would definitely survive.

He cannot die, and must not let Ye Quan's unknown plan succeed easily.

He firmly believed that he could find a better solution.

But at that moment, the pain that came like an overwhelming tidal wave almost completely devoured his sanity and tore his soul into pieces.

"I need to……"

Ye An uttered these words with difficulty, as if he had used up his last bit of strength.

After Ye Quan heard Ye An's three words "I... need..." with difficulty, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise, revealing a meaningful smile.

He slowly opened his hands in his consciousness. His movements seemed gentle, but they seemed to carry an invisible force.

As he moved, his consciousness began to take over Ye An's body like a surging tide.

Under the impact of this force, Ye An's consciousness slowly faded away, like the beach after the tide receded, gradually losing control.

His body slowly floated up from the void, and his hands opened involuntarily, as if being pulled by a mysterious force.

At this moment, the eyes that were originally tightly closed suddenly opened. What was horrifying was that the pitch-black darkness instantly filled Ye An's entire eyeballs. There was not a trace of white in his eyes. It was like an endless abyss, exuding a terrifying breath.

"Now...you should...shut up...!"