My Demon Queen

Chapter 148 Negotiation

"elder sister……"

Mo Ruxue stared at her sister's back as she walked away, her eyes full of disbelief and deep admiration.

That most severe divine punishment in the world, which made countless practitioners shudder at the mere mention of it, was actually overcome by my sister with such ease.

At this moment, Mo Ruxue seemed to have suddenly been enlightened and finally realized the true strength of the Ascension Realm.

The so-called ascension is to transcend this complicated world, place oneself in the supreme position, dominate the heaven and earth, control all things, and completely break free from the constraints of heaven and earth.

Mo Ruxue raised a delighted smile at the corner of her mouth, and the emotion in her heart surged like a tide: it turned out that her sister had already realized the powerful strength of the Ascension Realm when she was undergoing the Ascension Heavenly Punishment.

But my sister has been silently enduring and has never revealed a word. Instead, she chose to use herself as an example to vividly explain to me the true meaning and mystery of the Ascension Realm.

Sister, you have given so much for me and have led me all the way. How could I not know the hardships and difficulties involved? How could I not be grateful? Sister, you really... have worked hard.

Mo Ruxue walked forward slowly and gracefully, step by step, and came steadily to Mo Qingcheng's side.

The corners of her mouth rose slightly, with a faint smile like the warm spring sun, and she stood safely beside her sister.

At this moment, the two beautiful figures looked like fairies who were isolated from the world and far away from the heaven and earth.

The entire wonderland of creation was under the influence of their powerful strength of half-step ascension realm, with winds and clouds surging.

The strong wind whistled past, blowing up the flying petals and fallen leaves all over the sky, as if cheering for their peerless beauty.

Mo Qingcheng slowly turned around and looked at Mo Ruxue.

When her eyes met Mo Ruxue's clear and determined eyes, there was no surprise in her heart, only full of relief.

That look of relief was like a gurgling hot spring, warm and deep.

She nodded slightly, then turned her head again, her eyes as cold as ice, staring straight at the True Spirit.

"Tell me, what did you do to Ye An?"

Mo Qingcheng opened her red lips slightly, her beautiful eyes widened, her eyebrows raised, and her tone was extremely cold. She questioned the true spirit that had already lost one arm in an irresistible commanding tone.

At this moment, Zhen Ling's face turned as pale as paper, with beads of sweat the size of beans rolling down his forehead. He completely felt the tremendous pressure from Mo Qingcheng.

Just a glance could cause one of his arms to be cut off. If Mo Qingcheng were to use all her strength at this moment, this wonderland of creation, along with himself, would probably be destroyed by her in an instant.

It was at this time that the true spirit's desire to survive reached its peak.

His eyes were filled with fear and his body trembled uncontrollably. This wonderland of creation had gone through tens of millions of years since its creation. It had finally developed its own consciousness and formed a true spirit. How could it be willing to be destroyed like this?

When attacking Ye An, the true spirit did not kill him directly, but narrowed its eyes cunningly and used the unique illusion in the wonderland of creation to quietly implant itself into Ye An's mind.

From the moment Mo Qingcheng showed up, Zhen Ling could tell that the relationship between the two was unusual.

Precisely because he was not sure of victory, the True Spirit did not kill, but instead implanted the unique illusion into Ye An's brain, which could be regarded as a bargaining chip for the current situation.

"Humph, if you want him to be safe, you can't destroy this place. If you destroy this wonderland and me, no one in this world can save him, and you... can't even think of doing it!"

Zhen Ling covered his severed left arm with difficulty, grinned, and roared with unwillingness.

However, what flowed from the severed left arm was not blood, but energy condensed from the power of heaven and earth, flashing with strange light.

"Are you challenging my bottom line?"

Mo Qingcheng's beautiful eyes turned cold, and that sharp look was like an invisible blade shooting towards the true spirit.

With just this one glance, a powerful force suddenly burst out, and with a "bang", Zhen Ling's right arm instantly turned into powder.

Zhen Ling's face was instantly filled with fear, his pupils shrank sharply, and his mouth opened wide, but he couldn't make a sound because of extreme fear.

His body was shaking violently, as if sifting chaff. Both of his arms were lost, and no blood flowed from his empty shoulders. Only bright energy light was constantly flickering and gradually dimming. He collapsed to the ground like a puddle of mud, emitting painful and desperate whimpers.

"You...you don't...care whether he lives or dies?"

Zhen Ling looked at Mo Qingcheng in pain, his face was as pale as paper, his upper and lower teeth kept chattering when he spoke, and he was trembling, as if he was enduring great pain with every word he uttered.

If you look closely, you can find that there is purple lightning on the empty arm of the True Spirit, like a mad dragon with bared fangs and claws, which has been hindering him from repairing his arm, making a crackling sound.

"As long as he doesn't ..."

Mo Qingcheng originally wanted to say that it didn't matter as long as Ye An didn't die, but when the words came to her lips, they seemed to be strangled by an invisible force and she couldn't say them at all. Something was stopping her from finishing these cruel words.

Mo Qingcheng calmed down and tried to carefully explore the source of this strange feeling, but was surprised to find that it was an obstacle coming from the depths of her soul.

She suddenly realized that this was a restriction issued by her past self.

Mo Qingcheng turned around and glanced indifferently at Ye An lying on the grass.

He looked peaceful, but was still in deep sleep. This inexplicably made Mo Qingcheng feel an uncontrollable irritation.

"Sister, you..."

Mo Ruxue looked at her sister in this state, her eyebrows furrowed, her face full of worry. She clearly noticed her sister's irritability at the moment.

"nothing."

Mo Qingcheng withdrew his gaze, shook his head gently, and turned his gaze to the true spirit.

"Say your terms."

Mo Qingcheng's voice was as cold as ice. She knew in her heart that Zhen Ling must have some ulterior motive for doing so.

After hearing what Mo Qingcheng said, Zhen Ling's tense heartstrings finally relaxed a little. He heaved a long sigh of relief and said slowly: "As long as you leave the Creation Fairyland, I will make him wake up, and we will not offend each other from now on. As for him..."

When Zhen Ling said this, a hesitant look appeared on his face. Ye An's vigorous vitality had a great appeal to him.

As long as he could occupy Ye An's body, he would be able to completely transform into a living being and move freely between heaven and earth without being trapped in this wonderland.

On one side is the threat of life and death, and on the other side is the huge temptation of becoming a living being. These two options are both difficult choices for the true spirit.

"We won't leave until he wakes up."

Mo Qingcheng saw through Zhen Ling's hesitation at a glance, and said sternly and bluntly.

When Zhen Ling heard what Mo Qingcheng said, his face instantly became extremely gloomy. He roared, "Don't push me too far! This is my last bottom line. If you push me further, the worst that can happen is that we will both perish!"

Mo Qingcheng was not moved at all, and her aura became more fierce. She said in a cold voice: "Do you think you can threaten me like this? If you don't let Ye An wake up today, then I will have to destroy this place and you..."