My Demon Queen

Although Mo Ruxue's voice was light, it was like a heavy hammer, hitting everyone's heart hard.

This sentence contained endless threats and determination, leaving no doubt about the truthfulness of her words.

Everyone present was shocked when they heard this.

They are well aware of the powerful strength of the demons. Once the Demon Queen leads the demons out in full force, it will surely be a devastating disaster.

The whole world may fall into endless war and chaos, with unimaginable consequences.

Everyone looked at each other, their hearts filled with worry and fear, not knowing how to deal with this sudden situation.

"If all our forces unite, the Demon Queen will not be able to destroy us all." Abbot Huihai stood up and said solemnly.

"Hmph, you are so arrogant." Le Feng also snorted coldly, his face full of disdain.

However, Mo Ruxue ignored them. She focused all her attention on her sister in her arms, gently tidying up her sister's hair.

Her movements were gentle and delicate, as if she was protecting the most precious treasure in the world.

Dao Wu Chen sighed helplessly and turned to look at Confucius who had remained silent.

Confucius still had no expression on his face, and his face, which had experienced the vicissitudes of life, was as calm as an ancient sculpture. However, his old figure was a little tense at this moment, as if he was under great pressure.

"Is it possible to live without worries for ten years?" Confucius' tone sounded like a question, his voice was calm but seemed to contain endless profound meaning.

His eyes slowly swept over the crowd, revealing a hint of complex emotions.

Le Feng and Abbot Huihai also looked at Confucius in surprise, their faces full of disbelief.

They didn't understand why the saint who had always been on the same front would say such a thing at this moment.

In their opinion, Confucius should firmly oppose the demons and fight against them together.

Now this sudden proposal made them feel confused and puzzled. Their eyes were full of questions, and they stared at Confucius closely, waiting for his further explanation.

The whole scene fell into a subtle atmosphere, and everyone's hearts were full of doubts, not knowing what Confucius' words meant.

Mo Ruxue did not reply. She just looked at her sister in her arms quietly with a cold expression.

Obviously, she was not satisfied with Confucius' proposal.

What she wanted for her sister was that Ye An was alive. As long as Ye An was alive, and her sister recovered her strength, she and her sister could use force to force them to hand over Ye An.

But now there are only ten years for Ye An to be worry-free, and she will not be able to explain to her sister when the time comes.

She also understood that in today's situation, she, her sister, Xiaorou, Ye An and the others would definitely be left behind.

Ye An has done everything he can. In order to preserve his strength as much as possible, Ye An plans to stay alone and let them leave. She will never let Ye An die.

"Why? Master, Master Kong, why are you so lowly to the Demon Empress?" Le Feng's eyes were wide open, and he looked at his Master and Master Kong with anger on his face.

His eyes were burning with anger, and his heart was filled with resentment and doubt.

He didn't understand why these saints who were usually high and mighty would bow their heads before the Demon Queen.

Abbot Huihai also looked at Confucius in confusion, his eyes full of questions.

He also didn't understand why Confucius made such a decision.

Confucius lowered his head and shook it, pointing his finger at the disciples from the three holy places and several disciples in their respective fields.

Le Feng and Abbot Huihai looked in the direction of Confucius' finger. At that moment, their pupils suddenly contracted and a strong shock surged in their hearts.

They were shocked to find that their disciples and monks, Gu Shuchen, Mu Wushuang, Xiao Lin, Long Aotian and others were all trapped in the formation.

The formation exuded a mysterious and strange aura. Black threads were like nimble little snakes, quietly staying between their brows, as if the slightest movement would instantly take their lives.

Le Feng was stunned for a moment, with all kinds of thoughts churning in his mind like a storm.

He finally realized that Ye An had never intended to fight him head-on from the beginning.

That seemingly fierce attack was nothing more than a feint.

Ye An deliberately launched an attack on himself, successfully attracting everyone's attention and even forcing himself into a dangerous situation where he almost fell.

All these arrangements were made to draw everyone's attention to the battle between him and himself.

In order to make the scene more realistic, Ye An did not hesitate to use all his skills and used all his killer moves.

And when Ye An disappeared, everyone was confused by this strange scene, but they didn't know that Ye An was secretly taking the time to set up formations for the disciples of the three holy places, the audience present, and the monks of the Western Paradise.

Ye An used these people's lives as bargaining chips to force them to make a decision.

Should he choose to release the person, or choose to fight to the death? Le Feng had to admire Ye An's courage and wisdom.

It is truly amazing that Ye An could come up with such a plan in such a desperate situation.

Abbot Huihai was also shocked. His usually calm face was now filled with astonishment.

He never expected that Ye An would have such means.

Le Feng's eyes were red as he looked at Mu Wushuang unwillingly being coerced by the black silk thread.

In his heart, Mu Wushuang is his weak spot and the most precious person in his life.

He couldn't bear to see Mu Wushuang in such a dangerous situation, and the instigator of all this was actually Ye An.

Ye An knew that Mu Wushuang liked him, but he still dared to use Mu Wushuang's life as a price to threaten himself.

This made Le Feng extremely angry. It seemed as if there was a raging fire burning in his heart, and he wished he could tear Ye An into pieces immediately.

He clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into his palms, but he didn't feel any pain.

His eyes were fixed on Ye An, filled with anger, hatred and helplessness.

He wanted to rush forward to rescue Mu Wushuang, but he was worried that his actions would anger Ye An and cause Mu Wushuang to get hurt.

Le Feng fell into extreme pain and entanglement. He didn't know how to choose so that he could protect Mu Wushuang and get out of the current predicament.

Mu Wushuang looked at the black line between his eyebrows, and there was no fear on her face, but instead it was full of calmness.

Because from her perspective, the black thread that seemed to be full of black weirdness and capable of taking lives was just an ordinary black thread disguised by a formation.

She knew very well that Ye An would not really hurt her, but the others had formations that could really take her life. All this was just to force Le Feng and the others to make concessions.

"Are you okay?" Mu Wushuang said softly, her voice full of concern.

"Cough cough cough... I've overexerted myself and I feel a little exhausted." A weak voice came from a corner.