My Demon Queen

Chapter 141 Cutting off

The power of heaven and earth that the true spirit had just condensed was instantly shattered by Mo Qingcheng's cold and threatening words.

The true spirit was furious, and glared fiercely in the direction of Mo Qingcheng with eyes as sharp as torches. The rage in his heart was burning fiercely. He didn't know how many times his spell had been interrupted.

Ye An was also frightened by Mo Qingcheng's cold tone. He slowly lowered his head and saw that Mo Qingcheng had left his neck.

The indifference in her beautiful eyes seemed to be able to freeze everything in the world. For a moment, Ye An's hands froze in mid-air, not knowing whether he should take them back. He could only stare at Mo Qingcheng in a daze.

Mo Qingcheng glanced at Ye An, then slowly turned around and faced the real spirit.

The power of heaven and earth condensed by the true spirit just now was extremely huge, and it was obviously directed at Ye An and herself, which caused a wave of anger to surge in her heart.

"Did you cause the injuries on his body?"

Mo Qingcheng turned his back to Ye An, his eyes as sharp as swords, staring straight at Zhen Ling, and asked in a cold voice.

"So what? But who are you and how dare you trespass into the world I dominate?" Zhen Ling said loudly with his head held high without any reservation.

"The world you dominate? How ridiculous! You'd better stay still and don't move. If you dare to act rashly, I will destroy this wonderland." Mo Qingcheng sneered, his mouth corners raised, his eyes full of disdain.

"How shameless! Who do you think you are? You want to destroy the wonderland of creation with your cultivation level at the peak of tribulation?" Zhen Ling sneered, his face full of disdain.

The wonderland of creation has existed since ancient times. It is an independent space with its own unique laws and systems.

When an outsider steps in, as long as someone unfortunately dies, his or her blood will turn into nutrients for the creation of the fairyland.

Rather than saying that the Wonderland of Creation is an independent secret realm, it is better to say that it is a living being that gradually forms a spirit body by absorbing the blood of the dead, and then integrates its own will into it, becoming the true spirit of this world today.

"You are so short-sighted. How can a true spirit who only dares to hide in this secret realm see the truly vast world?"

Mo Qingcheng said as she took a step forward.

In an instant, half of the sky in the entire wonderland of creation was covered by rolling dark clouds. The dark clouds seemed to have life and followed Mo Qingcheng's footsteps closely.

With every step Mo Qingcheng took forward, dark clouds would cover the area like a surging tide, with a majestic momentum.

This astonishing scene made the True Spirit frown, thinking to himself: How is this possible? How can a human being at the peak of the Tribulation Stage have such a shocking ability that can move the heavens and the earth.

"Who are you exactly?"

Zhen Ling asked again, with a hint of doubt and uneasiness in his voice.

"The person who killed you..."

Mo Qingcheng answered promptly and decisively, then took another step forward. The originally calm dark clouds instantly became distorted, as if they were going to swallow everything.

Zhen Ling is finding it increasingly difficult to see through Mo Qingcheng at this moment. He always feels that Mo Qingcheng and Ye An are both mysterious and secretive.

"Hey, hey, hey, you bastard, look, look at my wife, isn't she awesome?"

Looking at Mo Qingcheng's domineering appearance, Ye An couldn't help but excitedly run into his mind to show off to the phantom Ye An.

I saw that he was beaming with joy and a smug smile on his face.

The phantom Ye An looked at Ye An's ostentatious face speechlessly, and turned his head away with disgust.

However, looking at Mo Qingcheng through Ye An's perspective, he always felt that Mo Qingcheng's strength was weird.

“Hey, Xiao Ye An, don’t you think Mo Qingcheng is much stronger than before?”

The shadow of Ye An seemed to be thinking about something, his brows slightly furrowed, his eyes full of confusion.

Ye An also stopped showing off and turned his gaze to Mo Qingcheng. After thinking carefully, he found that Mo Qingcheng was indeed much stronger than before.

"Now that you put it that way, it seems to be true. She herself said that her strength is only one tenth of what it once was... Wait, it's the Guiyuan Pill."

As Ye An spoke, he tried hard to recall the scene when he talked with Mo Qingcheng about her strength. Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind and he remembered the Guiyuan Pill.

"Guiyuan Pill... It's gone. Mo Qingcheng's Dao Heart has also returned."

The phantom Ye An also reacted instantly and couldn't help but exclaimed, his face becoming extremely solemn.

"The Dao Heart has returned? What kind of Dao Heart does Mo Qingcheng have?"

Ye An was full of doubts and asked impatiently.

The shadow Ye An's mouth twitched, and a trace of embarrassment appeared on his face. He said to Ye An a little embarrassedly: "Nothing. Nothing."

After saying that, he quickly turned his face away and no longer looked at Ye An.

Ye An was even more confused by his appearance, and his face gradually became gloomy.

"Look at me, little bastard."

Ye An narrowed his eyes slightly, a hint of coldness revealed in his gaze, and spoke in a cold tone.

Zhen Ling watched Mo Qingcheng walk towards him step by step, and a sense of crisis rose in his heart. Then, he quickly made finger gestures with one hand and muttered something.

In an instant, the surging power of heaven and earth began to surge like an overwhelming force, resisting the dark clouds brought by Mo Qingcheng.

When Mo Qingcheng saw this scene, his eyes fixed and he sighed in his heart: Sure enough, the power of this ruler who controls the world is much stronger than mine.

Zhen Ling looked at himself and successfully resisted Mo Qingcheng's attack. The corners of his mouth raised in a smug smile, and he said to Mo Qingcheng.

"The peak of the tribulation is the peak of the tribulation. Unfortunately, in this space world, I am God, I am the master. Now... you can no longer use spiritual power."

After the True Spirit finished speaking, he waved his hand, and Mo Qingcheng was instantly no longer able to obtain spiritual power from the Wonderland of Creation.

Mo Qingcheng also immediately felt the sudden cut off of her spiritual power. The only thing she could rely on at this moment was the remaining spiritual power in her own sea of ​​​​energy.

She looked down at her hands, frowned slightly, and her expression was a little solemn.

"Stop it, something has happened. That true spirit has cut off the medium through which Mo Qingcheng can sense spiritual power."

The phantom Ye An pushed Ye An away and said with an anxious and serious expression.

Ye An also stopped immediately and looked at Mo Qingcheng's back nervously. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead and he pinched his sweat slightly.

"Is there any way I can help her?"

Ye An looked solemn and asked anxiously.

"Did you learn the formation in vain? Go look through the records yourself. I'll take a break."

The phantom Ye An regained his composure, rolled his eyes at Ye An, then found a place in his consciousness space and lay down.

"Array?"

Ye An frowned and began to think about the formations he had learned in his mind.

Suddenly, he thought of a formation that could transport spiritual energy, and he had once set up such a formation in the backyard of the Empress's Mansion for experiments.

"Wife, I'm here to help you."

Then, Ye An looked at Mo Qingcheng's back with an obsessed look on his face, and said with a smile in his own consciousness space.

"How obscene."

The phantom Ye An looked at Ye An with disdain.

Ye An rolled his eyes at the phantom Ye An and then withdrew from his own consciousness space.

At this moment, the True Spirit looked at Mo Qingcheng arrogantly and said slowly: "Now, what qualifications do you have to destroy this place? In other words, do you still want to use the little spiritual power you have left in your Tribulation Crossing Stage to compete with me?"

Hearing this, Mo Qingcheng slowly raised his head, his expression still as indifferent as water, looking at Zhen Ling and said: "As I said before, you are short-sighted."

After he finished speaking, purple lightning burst out from around Mo Qingcheng like a mad dragon, crackling, and the dark clouds above his head also began to surge with lightning and thunder.

In an instant, Mo Qingcheng clenched her right hand in the air, and a purple sword instantly appeared in her hand, shining with light, which was frightening.

"Purple clothes? Long sword? Purple lightning? This... General Thunder? God of Thunder?" Ye An had just returned to his original body when he saw Mo Qingcheng transformed into the God of Thunder. He couldn't help but be stunned.