My Demon Queen

Ye An lay down on the grass with difficulty, a smug smile on his lips. Then he looked at Mo Ruxue who was tightly wrapped in the thick water vapor and laughed happily and unrestrainedly.

However, only Mo Qingcheng noticed that Ye An was holding a paper fan tightly in his hand.

Mo Ruxue, who was in the water vapor, was stunned when she heard Ye An's words. She thought in her heart that Ye An was using a psychological attack on her.

Just when she was thinking about dispersing the annoying water mist and teaching Ye An a little lesson, when she felt it carefully again, she suddenly realized that the water mist seemed to be very different from before.

Dao Wuchen watched with great interest, exclaiming in amazement: "Tsk tsk, what a powerful method, what a great scheme, it's really wonderful!"

Mu Wushuang turned around with a puzzled look in her heart and asked anxiously, "Master, may I ask what happened?"

Dao Wuchen stroked his beard leisurely and explained slowly: "Look at this mist, it is perfectly integrated with a formation. If Mo Ruxue makes any slight movement at this moment, this mist will stick to Mo Ruxue like a bone-eating maggot, making it difficult to get rid of it. Moreover, this formation has an evil nature, and it seems to have the strange effect of helping the flame burn."

Mu Wushuang still looked puzzled: "Helping the flame burn? Doesn't that increase the opponent's strength?"

Dao Wuchen shook his head slightly: "What if this burning does not distinguish between friend and foe?"

When Mu Wushuang heard this, she was immediately shocked.

Xiao Rou looked at Ye An with curiosity. Although she didn't understand why Ye An said that Master Ruxue had lost, judging from the current situation, it seemed that Ye An himself had suffered the backlash.

Mo Ruxue carefully sensed the strange water mist, and gradually, her brows furrowed tightly. She found that although she could forcibly break the shackles of the water mist, to do so, she would have to directly release the suppression of her own cultivation. In that case, she would undoubtedly lose. A master going to fight a useless person in the Nascent Soul stage with no cultivation, but in the end she would have to release the suppression. The way she thought about it, she felt extremely uncomfortable.

At this moment, Mo Qingcheng watched all this calmly. When she understood Mo Ruxue's thoughts, she shook her head helplessly.

Then, she slowly stood up, and the extremely powerful aura of the Tribulation Period burst out like a surging torrent.

The breath carried an unparalleled pressure, which instantly blew away the thick mist, as if it had been baptized by a violent storm.

The formation that Ye An had carefully arranged around Mo Ruxue also collapsed like a fragile piece of paper under the impact of this powerful aura, and dissipated into nothingness. The surrounding air seemed to be distorted and trembling under the impact of this aura, making people feel an incomparable shock and awe.

The mist slowly dissipated, and Mo Ruxue's face was so gloomy that it seemed like water could drip out of it. She stood there in a rage. Her towering chest was heaving violently with anger, like the surging waves in the wind.

Those beautiful eyes were like burning flames, staring at Ye An intently, her eyes full of anger and unwillingness, as if they wanted to burn two holes in Ye An's body.

At this moment, she finally noticed the paper fan in Ye An's hand. Only then did she understand everything as if she had just woken up from a dream.

Her heart was surging like a raging sea, with countless complex emotions intertwined. She was shocked at first, and never thought that she would step into the trap carefully laid by Ye An step by step. She always prided herself on being smart and able to control all kinds of situations, but this time she was so easily tricked by Ye An, which greatly impacted her self-esteem.

What followed was anger, a strong rage burning in her heart. She hated herself for not realizing it earlier, and hated Ye An for daring to plot against her so boldly.

When she recalled the first formation, she regretted why she did not notice the mystery hidden in it at that time. It was obviously just an ordinary test, but she failed to smell the danger from it, and foolishly followed Ye An's guidance to respond.

When the second ice formation appeared, she felt even more regretful. Why didn't she realize that it was the opponent's trick at the time? She let the power of her burning flames be dispersed and thought it was just an accident.

When she thought of the third formation, in which she was guided to evaporate the ocean to form water mist, her heart was filled with regret. How could she have been so easily fooled and led by Ye An, and even thought she was in control of the situation?

What made her most nervous was the fourth formation. It was hidden so deeply, working quietly in the mist. By the time she noticed it, it was too late.

She was filled with frustration that she had been so thoroughly tricked by someone who seemed to pose no threat.

After Mo Ruxue figured out the cause and effect of all this, she couldn't help but look at Ye An with admiration.

Every step is so reasonable, and being able to predict the opponent's movements so accurately requires one to be very familiar with the opponent's moves and psychology. This kind of scheming and calculation is really too frightening, as if every step is walking on the edge of a cliff, and the slightest carelessness will lead to eternal damnation.

At this moment, in addition to anger and regret, she was more deeply afraid of Ye An. This seemingly ordinary man actually had such terrible wisdom.

"Hahaha, do you accept it? You're a violent lunatic."

Ye An, with a head as swollen as a pig's, laughed loudly at Mo Ruxue in an extremely impudent manner.

Especially when Mo Ruxue heard the word "violent maniac" again, the anger in her heart was like being poured with a bucket of hot oil, and it suddenly burned fiercely again.

Mo Ruxue took a deep breath and resolutely released the cultivation that had been suppressing her. In an instant, a powerful breath that made people's heart palpitate gushed out, and she instantly recovered to the terrifying and powerful strength of half a step to ascension. Her beautiful eyes stared at Ye An coldly and indifferently, and then she walked slowly towards Ye An, and every step seemed to carry a thousand pounds of force.

Mo Qingcheng was also helpless when she saw this scene. She glared at Ye An fiercely with her red eyes, but still said coldly: "Okay, Ye An wins this game."

"Sister, I don't accept it." Mo Ruxue looked at Ye An angrily, but spoke because of her sister.