My Demon Queen

Chapter 146 The True Strength of the Ascension Realm

Yaoguang Wonderland

Dao Wuchen sat leisurely on the top of the main peak of Yaoguang Fairyland, holding an exquisite teacup steadily in one hand and casually throwing two golden coins into the air with the other hand.

The gold coins flashed brightly in the air, spun around and then fell straight down.

Dao Wuchen took a sip of the fragrant tea in the cup, and his deep eyes were about to check the hexagram given by the gold coin.

But he was surprised to see that the two gold coins fell upright on the ground strangely, and then slowly rolled around a rugged stone, as if pulled by some mysterious force.

"Hmm? This hexagram..."

Dao Wuchen's brows were instantly furrowed, like two deep ravines, and doubt was revealed in his deep eyes.

Just as he was about to raise his hand to count, a pure white snowflake slowly fell, landing squarely on the stone surrounded by the gold coins. In the blink of an eye, the snowflake melted away silently.

"Snow...Frost...Mu Wushuang?"

Dao Wuchen's eyes suddenly widened, his eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets, his eyes were full of shock and fear.

He suddenly raised his head and looked eagerly at the vast void of the wonderland of creation. His weathered face was now filled with anxiety and anger. Veins bulged on his forehead like winding earthworms, and his lips were tightly pursed into a straight line, trembling slightly.

"Yaoguang Fairyland, all the elders in the Tribulation Crossing Stage, listen up and forcefully open the Creation Fairyland immediately."

Dao Wuchen's old but angry voice was like rolling thunder, resounding throughout the Yaoguang Fairyland.

In an instant, the light flashed in the Yaoguang Fairyland, and a series of powerful figures flashed by instantly.

Ten powerful warriors in the Tribulation Crossing period stood tall and solemn, as if they were gods descending from heaven. They all stood firmly in front of the teleportation formation of the Creation Fairyland, ready for battle, emitting a powerful and heart-pounding aura all around them.

Qingcheng Academy

Confucius was currently in a quiet study, concentrating on writing calligraphy.

At this moment, he was wearing plain clothes and looked ordinary. Anyone who saw him would think he was just an ordinary old man.

However, this seemingly ordinary old man is actually a genuine strong man who has reached the half-step ascension realm, and is one of the few people in the world who has reached the pinnacle of strength.

"The brush strokes are like dragons and snakes, and the ink rhymes and fragrance are like flowing clouds and running water, with a long and lasting meaning.

The running script is upright and has a solid foundation, while the cursive script is wild and has a strong charm.

The rice paper spreads out to record the years, and the inkstone is soaked to write the glorious chapters.

Inheriting the ancient method, I am intoxicated, and sailing in the sea of ​​art to find my true dream. "

"Well! Good poem. Chen'er's literary talent is getting higher and higher." Confucius recited softly while copying the poems written by his apprentice Gu Shuchen with great interest, his face full of admiration.

But in the next moment, a drop of ink from the tip of the pen suddenly dripped and fell on the word "book".

The strange thing was that the ink did not appear to be the normal black color, but turned into a dazzling red, instantly dyeing the word bright red.

Confucius was slightly stunned, and his eyes, which had experienced the vicissitudes of life, slowly raised and looked in the direction of the wonderland of creation. At this moment, his face, which had been eroded by time, was instantly filled with solemnity, like dark clouds.

Confucius' figure suddenly flashed, like a phantom, and disappeared in the room in the blink of an eye, and no one knew where he went.

Only the red ink continued to darken little by little, and gradually, it turned completely into inky black.

This moment creates a wonderland

"Sister, you can kill him without worry. I will take care of the punishment from heaven."

Mo Ruxue carefully put Ye An down and walked slowly to Mo Qingcheng with firm steps.

She looked up at the heavenly punishment that was like a raging wave in the sky, her eyes filled with unwavering determination and fearlessness of facing death.

The flowing purple dress that Mo Qingcheng was wearing was blown wildly by the howling wind. She used her left hand to gently stop Mo Ruxue from moving forward. Without even turning her head, she said in a resolute tone:

"Ruxue, you don't need to do anything. Just watch and see the true strength of the Ascension Realm."

Mo Qingcheng's beautiful face, which could be said to be the most beautiful in the world, was now filled with domineering aura like a surging tide, and her sharp gaze seemed to be able to penetrate all obstacles.

Her slender yet straight figure is like an Optimus Prime standing tall against the sky; beauty, nobility and dominance are perfectly integrated in her and displayed to the fullest.

Mo Ruxue stared blankly at her sister's resolute back. The two faces were exactly the same, but they showed completely different expressions.

Mo Qingcheng's face was filled with determination, courage, and a domineering attitude, while Mo Ruxue had a dazed look on her face, with disbelief in her eyes, as if she couldn't believe that her sister could comprehend the full strength of the Ascension Realm in such a short time.

"You have touched my people. From now on, you will no longer exist in this world, and there will no longer be a wonderland of creation!"

Mo Qingcheng's beautiful eyes opened wide, her anger surging. Her right hand raised high the sword that was emitting a cold light, and the sharp tip of the sword pointed directly at the true spirit.

The purple light on the blade grew stronger and stronger like a surging tide, so bright and dazzling that people could not look directly at it, as if it was going to dispel all the darkness in the world.

All around Mo Qingcheng, purple lightning flashed and crackled like countless dancing snakes. The powerful energy fluctuations caused the surrounding space to twist violently, with howling winds and flying sand and rocks.

Above the sky, the originally gloomy and depressing clouds were now like an enraged beast, rolling wildly, with thick lightning interweaving among them, forming an extremely terrifying divine punishment.

At this terrifying moment, the punishment from heaven came down with the momentum of destroying everything.

At the moment when the heavenly punishment was about to befall, Mo Qingcheng bent his powerful arms, swiftly retracted the sword, and drew a circle in front of him at lightning speed.

Then, she relied on her own powerful strength and sword to guide the power of heavenly punishment. The purple light and the lightning of heavenly punishment blended with each other, becoming more and more violent.

Mo Qingcheng's eyes were as sharp as torches, and unparalleled powerful strength burst out from her body. With a delicate shout, she fiercely slashed the fused terrifying power towards the true spirit.

Facing this horrifying attack, Zhen Ling's face showed a ferocious look. He waved his hands wildly and muttered to himself, trying to use the power of heaven and earth in the fairyland of creation to resist Mo Qingcheng's devastating attack.

The space around the True Spirit began to distort violently, and the majestic power of heaven and earth surged towards him like a tide, forming an indestructible barrier in front of him.

The True Spirit laughed wildly: "Humph, it's not that easy to kill me!

When the power of heavenly punishment guided by Mo Qingcheng collided with the barrier of the power of heaven and earth of the true spirit, the whole world trembled, the light was dazzling, and the huge energy shock spread in all directions, and wherever it went, the mountains collapsed and the earth cracked, and all things were destroyed.

"Huh, I really underestimated you."

[I'm late, I'm late, brothers and sisters, I'll take a day off tomorrow, I have to work overtime tomorrow, I'm afraid I won't be able to finish writing, so... I'll take a day off, I promise that the subsequent stories will be very exciting, and they will also be Mo Qingcheng's home court. ]