My Demon Queen

Mo Qingcheng witnessed Gu Shuchen's crazy appearance and heard what he said. Her face instantly turned gloomy, and murderous intent surged around her, as if she wanted to devour the person in front of her.

However, this snow mountain seemed to have intelligence, and in an instant it burst out with the powerful force of heaven and earth, suppressing the murderous intent.

Mo Qingcheng completely ignored the fact that her own spiritual power was restrained, and just stared at Gu Shuchen with a look that seemed to be able to cut him into pieces.

As long as there is a glimmer of chance, he will rush forward and use the most cruel means in the world to make Gu Shuchen unable to live or die.

Gu Shuchen looked at Mo Qingcheng's powerless appearance crazily, the excitement in his eyes was as hot as a burning flame.

He slowly stretched out his hand, wanting to touch the corner of Mo Qingcheng's clothes. His hand trembled slightly in the air, with a twisted desire.

But when the hand reached halfway, it suddenly stopped, as if blocked by an invisible barrier.

It was because the companion protective formation left by Ye An on Mo Qingcheng was still quietly running, emitting a faint but tenacious light.

"Companion Guardian Formation, humph, he has used this formation to its full potential. What a pity, even so, he can't hold on for long. Once he dies, this formation will become useless."

Gu Shuchen raised a disdainful arc at the corner of his mouth and said coldly.

Then, he turned around abruptly, walked to the side, lowered his eyes to look at the paper fan in his hand, and the disgust in his eyes became more and more intense, as if the paper fan was the ugliest thing in the world.

He swung his arm and thrust the paper fan hard into the snow beside him.

"unlucky……"

After Gu Shuchen finished speaking, he sat down cross-legged not far from Mo Qingcheng and continued to write and paint in the snow with his head down. The brushstrokes left traces on the snow.

At this moment, Mo Qingcheng only felt a sharp pain in his heart, as if a sharp blade pierced deep into his soul.

That was the restriction she had carved herself, and it was now madly biting back at her.

Mo Qingcheng felt as if she was about to be overwhelmed by the pain, especially when she heard Gu Shuchen describe Ye An's heart being destroyed, she felt as if her own heart had suffered the same fatal blow.

The feeling of suffocation and fragmentation violently tore at her soul and heart like a surging tide and nearly made her faint.

"Ye An...Ye An..."

Mo Qingcheng endured the severe pain that almost tore her apart, and called Ye An's name over and over again in her heart, as if that was her only life-saving straw in this dark abyss.

The companion protective formation left by Ye An is like an indestructible contract. As long as one party does not die, the formation will exist forever.

The power of its attacks is extremely terrifying, and each backlash is equivalent to the self-detonation of a powerful person in the Tribulation Crossing Stage.

The cost of carving this formation is also extremely huge, almost consuming another person's life as a bargaining chip.

When Gu Shuchen first placed Mo Qingcheng here and wanted to touch her, he had already been attacked by the formation.

If the power of heaven and earth here had not been so strong, Gu Shuchen would have probably suffered serious injuries at that time.

So when he was about to touch it again, he realized that the formation was still there, so he didn't force it.

In his mind, Ye An's death was just a matter of time. He just needed to wait patiently. Once Ye An died, Mo Qingcheng would be his.

This companion protective formation also became the only evidence for Mo Qingcheng to know Ye An's life or death.

However, after hearing Gu Shuchen's claim that he had destroyed Ye An's heart, his originally cold heart was also involuntarily corroded by fear and anxiety...

Inside the Empress's Palace in the Demon Clan's capital.

The battle was in full swing, the air was filled with smoke and the shouts of killing were deafening.

Xiaorou and Mu Wushuang were already covered in blood and exhausted.

They were far apart and did not fight directly. Instead, they were each caught in a melee with the enemy. The weapons in their hands were constantly waved in the blood, and each swing carried a life-and-death decision.

Xiaorou gradually became exhausted and knelt on one knee, with the sword in her hand deeply inserted into the ground to support her shaky body.

"Saint, are you okay?"

Sister Hei was also covered in wounds. She limped towards Xiaorou with difficulty, and the big knife in her hand left a long bloody mark on the ground.

"I'm fine, are you okay?"

Xiaorou asked weakly, with a hint of trembling in her voice.

"I'm fine, but the black bull seems to be seriously injured."

Sister Hei smiled bitterly and shook her head, her eyes looking at the old cow lying on the ground in the distance, her eyes full of worry.

Xiaorou followed her gaze and her heart tightened. She wanted to try her best to stand up and check on Lao Niu's injuries, but she had already reached her limit. As soon as she stood up, she staggered and almost fell to the ground.

"Saint..." Sister Hei exclaimed and quickly reached out to support her.

Xiaorou shook her head and looked in the direction of Laoniu, her heart full of worry and self-blame.

"If Brother Ye knew that Lao Niu died because of my command, would he blame me..."

"Saint, you have to protect yourself. Nothing can happen to you. The Empress has instructed you to do so." Sister Hei said anxiously.

Xiaorou looked at the devastated scene outside the Empress's Palace in despair. There were corpses everywhere and blood flowing like a river. She felt a strong sense of discomfort in her heart.

After all, she was just a young girl who had not experienced much of the world. She had never experienced such a tragic life-and-death battle, and she felt at a loss for a moment.

In the distance, Mu Wushuang was exhausted after killing the last demon who approached him. He leaned against a huge rock, breathing heavily.

Princess Changle did not seem to be injured and hurried to Mu Wushuang.

"Wushuang, are you okay?"

Mu Wushuang looked at her fellow disciples who had died tragically beside her, her heart broken, tears welling up in her eyes, her voice hoarse and choked with sobs.

"Third Senior Sister, what are we fighting for? So many of our brothers and sisters have died, what are we fighting for?"

Princess Changle was stumped by this sudden question and was speechless for a moment. Looking at the corpses on the ground, she fell into deep silence.

"Yeah, what is it for? Is it really worth it to sacrifice so many lives just because one person died?"

She thought to herself that in her memory, such a desperate fighting scene could only appear on the battlefield for the country and the people.

But now, such heavy casualties have been caused just for one person. What is the meaning of this?

"Third Senior Sister, I don't want to fight anymore. Stop it and let the rest of us go back alive!"

Mu Wushuang leaned weakly on the stone, looked up, closed her eyes, and begged with sobs.

"it is good……"

Princess Changle looked at her fellow apprentices who were still fighting tiredly, nodded helplessly, took a deep breath, used all her spiritual power to cover her voice, and shouted loudly: "Stop it!"

Xiaorou and Heijie heard the voice and looked in the direction of Princess Changle.

Everyone present stopped what they were doing and looked at her with confusion.

Princess Changle stepped forward slowly and said slowly: "Enough, enough people have died, stop it!"

"Third Senior Sister...what are you talking about?"

A disciple covered his injured arm and spoke hoarsely to Princess Changle, his eyes full of confusion and anger.

Princess Changle shook her head slightly with a bitter look on her face.

"Look back and see how many fellow disciples are still standing around you!"

"Isn't all this caused by the demons? If..."

"enough!"

Princess Changle roared and interrupted him.

"We only lost one person, but so many people are risking their lives to avenge him. Is it worth it? Besides, have we really won?"

Princess Changle looked at the injured disciple angrily and said angrily.

"Are we not going to take revenge? Are we just going to let the demons do this..."

"Bang~"

Before the disciple could finish his words, his body instantly exploded into a ball of blood mist.

Princess Changle and Mu Wushuang looked at the scene in shock, and then heard a cold female voice.

"If you don't want to leave, then die..."