My Demon Queen

The moment Mo Ruxue saw who was coming, she felt mixed emotions, as if a bottle of five flavors had been overturned. All kinds of emotions intertwined and entangled, becoming extremely complicated.

The person who came was Bai Feiyu, holding the unique red spear in his hand. In the whole world, except Mo Ruxue, he was the only one who could use this spear freely.

However, Mo Ruxue was unwilling to face Bai Feiyu directly.

Just a while ago, she personally took action and slaughtered half of Bai Feiyu's disciples with burning fire.

And at this moment, he actually came to rescue her, which made Mo Ruxue's heart fall into a deeper vortex of contradictions, with pain and guilt, gratitude and escape pulling at each other.

She slowly turned her head, deliberately avoiding Bai Feiyu's fiery and complicated gaze, and shifted her gaze to Ye An.

Ye An's vitality was rapidly slipping away like the sand in an hourglass, and the candlelight of his life was swaying in the wind, in danger of being extinguished at any time.

Mo Ruxue did not dare to hesitate for a moment, and hurriedly injected her own spiritual power into Ye An's body, trying to retain the gradually fading fire of life.

Bai Feiyu witnessed Mo Ruxue's deliberately evasive gaze, and a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, which was full of helplessness and affection.

Then he turned and looked at the two seniors behind him.

"Saint Lord Bai...what exactly do you want to do?" Confucius frowned and was the first to break the silence and ask.

Dao Wuchen's eyes moved back and forth between Bai Feiyu, Mo Ruxue and Ye An, as if he had insight into some hidden secrets, but he could only sigh helplessly inwardly.

"Master Kong, the star of disaster is already on the verge of death, and this war should come to an end."

Bai Feiyu spoke calmly.

"you……"

Confucius was about to explode, but Dao Wuchen raised his hand to stop him.

"Saint Lord Bai, what is your current identity?"

Dao Wuchen stared at Bai Feiyu deeply and asked softly.

Bai Feiyu had never expected Dao Wuchen to ask this question. He shook his head slightly, glanced at the spear in his hand with a wry smile, and then said, "I... am just a casual cultivator now. I don't care about worldly affairs or the past. I am no longer the Holy Lord of the Holy Land of Wulin."

As soon as Bai Feiyu finished speaking, Mo Ruxue couldn't help but tremble, and an indescribable pain surged in her heart.

She slowly raised her head, her eyes locked onto Bai Feiyu, and she thought to herself: "Don't ask about worldly affairs... don't ask about the past... could it be that all this is for me?"

"Hey! Lord Bai, take care of yourself! Old man, let's go. Things have come to this point. There is nothing we can do, and besides..."

Dao Wuchen hadn't finished speaking yet, but his eyes drifted towards where Ye An was, intentionally or unintentionally.

Although Confucius was well aware of the current situation, he was still full of doubts in his heart about Ye An's murder. Who was the murderer?

"You can't leave. Where is my sister?"

Mo Ruxue stood up suddenly, with flames of anger burning in her eyes, staring at the two of them.

Confucius had no connection with the two sisters, so he was too lazy to pay attention to her questions.

Dao Wuchen had a history with the two sisters, so he had no choice but to respond.

"I really don't know the whereabouts of your sister. Besides, no one in the three holy places is capable of taking action against your sister now."

When Mo Ruxue heard this, a trace of uneasiness flashed through her heart.

What Dao Wuchen said was true. Except for the two of him, all the other top powers from the three holy places had been killed by Ye An's strange and unpredictable weapon.

As far as she could perceive, there was no way anyone else could sneak away and kidnap her sister quietly.

But somehow, she always felt that her sister's disappearance was related to the three holy places.

So, Mo Ruxue turned her gaze to Bai Feiyu, her eyes full of expectation and desire, hoping to find out the whereabouts of her sister from him.

However, the moment her eyes met Bai Feiyu's, her heart felt as if it had fallen into an icy cave, and the chill penetrated her heart.

Bai Feiyu shook his head slightly, and his determined eyes showed that he was not keeping silent about the matter.

Mo Ruxue knew very well that Bai Feiyu would not lie, but her sister was missing and Ye An's life was hanging by a thread. Everything seemed to be heading in the worst and most impossible direction.

For a moment, he was so angry that the injuries that had been suppressed in his body surged out like a flood, and a mouthful of blood spurted out violently.

"Like snow..."

Upon seeing this, Bai Feiyu took a quick step forward, supported Mo Ruxue's shaky body steadily, and quickly used his spiritual power to heal the chaotic injuries in her body.

Dao Wu Chen witnessed this scene, shook his head helplessly, and turned to leave.

At this moment, Master Kong looked at Ye An, who was alone guarding him, and a cold light suddenly flashed in his turbid eyes.

In an instant, the jade pen in his hand flew towards Ye An like an arrow.

All this happened in an instant, as fast as lightning, and no one was prepared.

"don't want……"

Mo Ruxue screamed in fear and tried to stop it but it was too late.

Dao Wuchen also looked back in astonishment, staring at Confucius with an incredible look on his face.

Just when the jade pen was about to touch Ye An, a golden Buddhist bell appeared like a god descending from heaven and stood firmly in front of Ye An, blocking the deadly jade pen from entering.

"Amitabha... Old donor, it is not appropriate to attack a dying person in this way. It is not what a gentleman should do."

Monk Wuyou appeared beside Ye An, sweating and panting, his eyes wide open, staring at Confucius.

Confucius looked at the newcomer, glared at him, and shouted:

"The Western Paradise was destroyed by the disaster star, and you are saving it now? Do you really deserve the name 'Buddha'?"

When Monk Wuyou heard this, he was stunned. He turned to look at the dying Ye An with suspicion, as if he couldn't believe what Confucius said.

"Little monk, right and wrong are not the fault of one person. Don't forget that you and Ye An are friends."

The nine-tailed fox appeared at the right time and took action to stabilize Ye An's life, while speaking to Monk Wuyou.

"Hehe, Nine-tailed Fox, why don't you let Wuyou ask his master? His master's life is hanging by a thread now, all because of this disaster star." Master Kong sneered.

Monk Wuyou came to his senses and immediately sensed the direction of his master. He was anxious and rushed over without hesitation.

The nine-tailed fox wanted to stop it, but it was too late. It could only try its best to stabilize Ye An's life while glaring at Master Kong.

"Old thing, don't force me to take action. You are no match for me now." The nine-tailed fox's eyes were full of warnings and intimidation.

Feeling the murderous gaze of the nine-tailed fox, Confucius paused slightly, then shook his sleeves and turned around to leave.

Dao Wuchen looked at Confucius's departing back, a complicated expression on his face, and he sighed inwardly: "The path I have been adhering to, I still couldn't make it to the end."

Mo Ruxue looked at the nine-tailed fox that came over and asked anxiously, "Have you ever seen my sister?"

The nine-tailed fox looked at the seriously injured Mo Ruxue, sighed helplessly, and shook his head slowly.

Mo Ruxue's heart sank to the bottom of the valley instantly. Bai Feiyu keenly noticed her loss and comforted her softly: "Don't worry, your sister is very powerful, she will be fine."

Mo Ruxue was filled with anxiety at the moment and could not listen to Bai Feiyu's words of comfort.

She looked at Ye An, and a thought suddenly flashed through her mind. If anyone knew her sister's whereabouts at this moment, it would only be Ye An.

"Bai Feiyu, please save Ye An. Perhaps Ye An is the only one who knows about my sister's situation."

Mo Ruxue spoke earnestly, her eyes full of pleading.

Bai Feiyu felt unbearable pain in his heart when listening to Mo Ruxue's pleading. Just as he was about to get up to rescue her, he heard the voice of the nine-tailed fox.

"Ye An... I'm afraid... he has no chance of survival. His heart is damaged and his life is like a river bursting its banks. Even if he uses his spiritual power to barely maintain his life, he can only hang on for a few more moments."

When Bai Feiyu heard this, he stopped walking, dropped his hands weakly, and stopped supplying spiritual energy.

Mo Ruxue spoke quickly.

"No... there is still hope. The demons have a way to transplant hearts..."