My Demon Queen

Chapter 400 Disappearance and Death

Mo Qingcheng looked back alertly, and in an instant, a black shadow suddenly appeared in front of her like a ghost in the dark night.

Mo Qingcheng felt that the eyes were suddenly shrouded in darkness, as if she had fallen into a bottomless black hole.

Immediately afterwards, a dizzy feeling came over him like a surging tide, and he disappeared on the spot without any power to resist.

Only a faint trace of breath remained, proving that she had been there.

Having lost his support, Ye An's body fell straight backwards like a tattered puppet with its strings cut.

His back hit the sandy ground with a dull thud and raised a cloud of dust.

His face twisted instantly, and pain spread quickly across his face like ripples on the water.

Veins bulged on his forehead and beads of sweat the size of beans kept sliding down his temples, dripping onto the blood-stained ground, leaving tiny blood spots.

The excessive overdraft of his mental strength was like a group of demons reveling wantonly in his body, ruthlessly gnawing at every inch of his nerves.

The power from Ye Quan was like a cold giant python, and the defense line of reason was easily torn apart like a fragile spider web, almost collapsing.

He clenched his teeth, making low clucking sounds between them, and tried hard to suppress it with all his remaining willpower.

But Mo Qingcheng's roar filled with shock and anger was like a sharp thorn, piercing straight into the depths of his chaotic heart, making him extremely anxious.

I tried desperately to break through this double dilemma of body and consciousness and find out what had happened. However, all my efforts were in vain, leaving me with only powerlessness and despair in my heart.

"Wife, are you alright?"

Ye An turned his neck with difficulty. Every movement seemed to have exhausted all his strength. The blue veins on his neck bulged like earthworms.

His voice was as faint as a candle in the wind, almost inaudible in the noisy battlefield. However, the only response to him was the deafening roar of the collision of spiritual energy in the sky and the sharp whistling of the strong wind. Apart from that, there was no other sound.

He tried hard to open his eyes, but his eyelids seemed to be pierced deeply by thousands of fine needles, and seemed to be pressed down by heavy lead blocks.

"Who are you?"

Ye An endured the severe pain in his body and mind, and squeezed out these few words from between his teeth with difficulty, with a barely perceptible tremor in his voice.

The black shadow gradually became clear. It was Gu Shuchen, who had been hiding in the dark and was as sinister and cunning as a poisonous snake in the night.

He stared down at Ye An condescendingly, the corner of his mouth slowly raised into a cruel arc as sharp as a knife, and his eyes revealed an undisguised strong murderous intent, as if Ye An was just an ant waiting to be slaughtered in his eyes.

Without saying a word, he raised his arm slightly, the movement was elegant yet revealing deadly danger.

I saw a jade pen suddenly appear in his hand, the pen body emitting a cold light, and there seemed to be wisps of dark aura wrapped around the tip of the pen.

In an instant, he made a move as fast as lightning, and the jade pen, carrying a cold breath of death, pierced straight into Ye An's heart.

The speed was so fast that only a blurry white light and shadow was left in the air.

In an instant, the jade pen ruthlessly pierced Ye An's chest, making a creepy "puff" sound.

Then, the sound of flesh being torn apart was as harsh as that of old cloth being ripped apart, and blood spurted out like a fountain.

A pungent smell of blood filled the air; the sound and the smell intertwined together, breaking the already fragile silence of this world.

"ink……"

Ye An felt the fatal blow, as if his heart was hit hard, and his heart was filled with worry about Mo Qingcheng's safety.

Before he could say anything more, a surge of spiritual power exploded in his heart like a raging dynamite. The power was so violent and violent that it instantly crushed the beating heart into pieces.

Ye An's body collapsed to the ground helplessly like a soft snake with a broken spine.

The bloody hole on the chest was like a hideous devil's mouth. Blood gushed out and gathered on the ground into a glaring pool of blood, which was shocking.

"Oh, you're really lucky, but... Mo Qingcheng will be mine from now on, so die now."

Gu Shuchen pulled out the jade pen expressionlessly. The blood stained on the jade pen slowly slid down the pen body, dripped onto the ground, and splashed tiny blood flowers.

He raised his chin slightly, glanced coldly at Ye An's body that was gradually losing its vitality, and sneered with disdain.

Looking up at the battlefield in the sky where a fierce battle was in full swing, spiritual light was blooming like fireworks, and the outcome was about to be decided, he frowned slightly, as if weighing something.

After a moment, he whispered to himself, "It seems that I can only attack Mo Ruxue later."

After saying that, he flashed and floated in front of Ye An like a ghost, and snatched the exquisite paper fan from Ye An's waist.

Finally, he stared at Ye An's body coldly, without a trace of pity in his eyes, as if he was looking at a worthless piece of discarded object.

Then his figure dissipated like smoke, leaving only the breath of death and despair in the air.

In Ye An’s consciousness space.

Suddenly, Ye An’s consciousness suddenly jumped up as if struck by thunder, his eyes widened, his eyes full of fear and confusion.

He stretched out his hands in panic and groped his chest, his hands shaking like fallen leaves in the wind.

When he found that the heart was intact, a brief look of confusion flashed across his face, and then he looked up and looked around.

At this moment, a hand quietly rested on his shoulder like a ghost emerging from the darkness.

Ye Anru felt like he was electrocuted. All his muscles tensed instantly and his body reacted instinctively. He turned over suddenly to distance himself from the person who was coming.

Because the movement was too violent, his body swayed in the air for several times before he could barely stand still.

Before I could see who it was, a familiar voice sounded in this silent space of consciousness.

"Why, you forgot about me so quickly?"

Ye Quan's voice was a little teasing, but it made Ye An stunned for a moment.

Ye An looked up in panic, only to see Ye Quan standing with his hands behind his back.

He looked at Ye An with a smile on his face, but that smile seemed to hide countless unknown secrets.

"you……"

Ye An just opened his mouth when he was interrupted by Ye Quan: "Do you want to know why I am still standing here after cutting off everything from me?"

Ye An nodded blankly.

"You underestimate me, don't you? After all, I have lived for countless years. How can I be easily controlled by you?"

Ye Quan explained with a smile, and his laughter echoed in this space of consciousness, but Ye An had no intention of responding.

At this moment, his mind was filled with the safety of Mo Qingcheng. The worry was like a raging fire burning in his heart, almost burning his sanity to ashes.

Ye Quan seemed to see through his thoughts. He shook his head slightly and said, "Take care of yourself first! Your heart is destroyed, your vitality is lost, and you are not far from death."

"Do you know who did it? Is Mo Qingcheng okay?" Ye An frowned, his eyes bloodshot. He didn't care about his own safety at all, and there was a hint of suppressed anger and anxiety in his voice.

Ye Quan shook his head helplessly, spread his hands and said: "Your sense consciousness has blocked me, I can't see it."

Ye An became more and more anxious, "No, I can't stay here, something happened to Mo Qingcheng."

"Didn't you hear what I said?" Ye Quan tilted his head and looked at Ye An calmly.

"What can I do if I heard it? I..." Ye An suddenly stopped talking.

After a moment, he uttered with difficulty: "I'm dead?"

"Well, almost. Not far from death." Ye Quan answered seriously, with a serious and solemn expression.

"You're talking nonsense. You clearly said that I am the incarnation of life. There is the power of life in my blood. I can't die." Ye An roared.

"You can't die! I just said you are not far from death, I didn't say you are dead. Now you have no heart and can't move, isn't it the same as being dead?" Ye Quan spread out his hands.

Ye An was speechless for a moment, as if all the strength had been drained from his body. He seemed to have lost all support. He stood there helplessly and dazed, his eyes empty and desperate, as if his soul had been taken away.

Ye Quan looked at him, sighed softly, and slowly approached. His footsteps were light and slow, and every step seemed to step on Ye An's confused heart.

He stretched out his fingers, which were long and white, like a piece of exquisite work of art.

He tapped Ye An's brows lightly, his movements were gentle but carried an irresistible force.

Ye An had no reaction, like a sculpture without a soul, staring blankly ahead, his body as stiff as a cold stone.

Ye Quan's fingers slid down and lightly tapped the empty space in the consciousness space.

In an instant, Ye An's sensory consciousness returned, as if a ray of dawn penetrated the endless darkness.

"Look, at least... someone is saving you..."

(The Western chapter has just ended, and the next chapter is the finale, the World chapter.)