This girl is a streetwalker in the demon world

An Ling's sword has always been very fast.

But her sword is not just fast.

If it is only about speed, then it is the result of practicing martial arts to the extreme. Even if it is about cutting through mountains and blocking canals, it is only the ultimate achievement of mortals. Occasionally, a few people are lucky enough to peek at the origin of the world through the hazy barrier. However, how can the indescribable things far above the clouds be explained by common sense?

A strange sight appeared in the clouds above the imperial capital. It was a pale blue wave of clouds, like huge waves. They stirred the clouds and mist, and they were like the legendary gods swallowing clouds and spitting out mist, and they were accompanied by wind and thunder among the rippling blue waves.

What a gorgeous scene, what a magnificent scene!

Amid the wind and clouds, it finally started to rain.

One drop, two drops...

Slowly, sparse raindrops fell on the eaves, streets, and moats, splashing water like red spider lilies.

Mingjue gently wiped the "rain" dripping on his face, sighed softly, and chanted in a low voice: "Amitabha, it is really a disaster for all living beings."

Nalan, who was standing next to him with his arms folded and wearing a hood, shook his head when he saw Mingjue like this and said, "Since she is here, we should leave."

"Go? Where to?" Mingjue asked curiously.

Nalan said: "An Ling is stronger now than she was at the Immortal Gate Conference."

Mingjue smiled, and there seemed to be something unusual in his smile. He whispered, "So what? We have been in the capital for so long, haven't we just for this moment?"

The two stood on the eaves, gazing at the sky in the distance. Everything around them was dark, with only the golden bowl held in Mingjue's hand shining brightly.

"Stand next to me." Mingjue said, and a hint of madness appeared on his face. Nalan shuddered for no reason and moved closer to this brother who had become a complete stranger to him.

Mingjue held the golden bowl in his right hand, placed his left hand in front of his chest, and made a strange sound from his mouth. The sound was like chanting, roaring, or the wailing of countless people. In short, it was not a sound that an ordinary person could make.

As Mingjue continued to chant, the golden bowl in his hand slowly revealed its true appearance. The gold foil on it gradually fell off, and the scriptures engraved on the bowl became more and more wooden, emitting a cold light.

Nalan's expression gradually became terrified. She could not help but take a step back, but Mingjue grabbed her wrist. Mingjue's current appearance was no longer related to the word "monk". He had an evil look on his brows, black blood flowed from the corners of his eyes, and his pupils turned completely white, looking horrible.

And the "golden bowl" he held in his hand was not a Buddhist bowl at all. It was clearly a dark skull! The skull was engraved with dense scriptures, which made people shudder at the sight.

"Amitabha, let me save you all." Mingjue said with a smile, and saw countless hideous evil spirits pouring out of the skull and rushing towards the place where the fragrance of blood and flesh was smelled.

Amid the screams, whenever an evil spirit wanted to attack Nalan, Mingjue would wave his hand to drive it away. Nalan stood there coldly, watching with his own eyes the heinous crimes committed by his relatives.

With Mingjue as the center, everything within a hundred feet of the imperial capital turned into a dead zone.

The surging blood energy poured into the skull bowl in Mingjue's hand. The blood energy that was originally in the form of mist was so much that it condensed into a small pool of blood, which then rippled in the skull bowl.

The people in the sky had almost finished fighting, and as if they sensed something was wrong, they quickly stopped and descended. However, they did not expect that there was another force that no one present had anticipated.

Rulu Temple.

Mingjue smiled as he held up the skull bowl filled with crystal blood. He extended his finger and pointed at the young dragon still flying in the sky, saying kindly, "Come."

The young dragon screamed and flew uncontrollably towards the bowl. It twisted its body desperately, trying to escape into the sky, but it could not escape the control of the bowl.

Seeing that the young dragon was about to be sucked into the bowl, An Ling, who was already blood-thirsty, raised the Broken Stars and chopped them down from the sky. Mingjue frowned, because the young dragon was clearly right in front of him, but An Ling's sword had already fallen.

An Ling's sword was simply too fast. Even if he tried his best, he could not block it. He had no choice but to give up the chance to capture the young dragon, grab Nalan and dodge to the side, barely avoiding An Ling's attack.

An Ling's sword pierced through the house and hit the ground, sparks flying.

Immediately afterwards, countless white-haired creatures woke up from their deep sleep, emerged from the ground, twisted their bodies and wrapped around An Ling. On top of the white tower, long-range attacks were ready to be launched.

But An Ling did not pay any attention to Hu. Now, she just wanted to kill this evil monk!

She only saw that the evil monk sacrificed half of the city’s residents into magical weapons!

"She's here after all, what a hassle!"

Mingjue realized that he could not avoid An Ling's next sword, so he threw up the bowl, clasped his hands together, and chanted scriptures. The golden shield of his protective magic weapon barely blocked the attack for a moment, but was still broken by An Ling's domineering sword force and pierced into his body!

Mingjue managed to catch his breath for a moment before he finished reciting the scripture. He opened his completely white eyes and shouted, "Open!"

Something cold appeared behind An Ling. The bone-chilling feeling made her stunned for a moment. She retracted her momentum and dodged, looking back. However, she did not expect that the Yin-Yang Gate that she had been looking for so hard before would be led here!

It was a translucent door, exactly the same as the door at the bottom of the East China Sea vortex. At this moment, it was slowly opening.

"Are you crazy!" An Ling said angrily.

Mingjue smiled and said, "Female donor, life and death are determined by fate. I am helping them reincarnate. If those of you who are so stingy can all enter reincarnation and cultivate yourselves, that would be a good thing."

"What nonsense are you talking about!" An Ling knew that there was no time left. The moment this madman summoned the Yin-Yang Gate to the imperial capital, she had already lost.

"Sing my mantra, and let's ascend to paradise together!" Mingjue opened his arms and shouted loudly, with black blood constantly flowing from his crazy eyes. He had completely gone mad under the evil bewitchment of the fragments.

After hearing this, An Ling seemed to understand something. She angrily said to the white-haired man who was still trying to attack her: "Didn't you collect all the fragments before? Now there is one in front of you!"

Hu ignored her, but said cheerfully: "What does it have to do with me? Isn't it better to let you two fight each other?"

"Gera..."

That's too late.

The Yin-Yang Gate connecting the two worlds was completely opened in the present world, and countless evil spirits poured out of it, drooling and pouncing on all the living people they could see.

But who are still left in the imperial capital?

High-ranking officials and wealthy businessmen had already fled in panic when the so-called "methane explosion" occurred. Their keen sense of smell not only helped them to plunder the fat of the land quickly, but also served as a warning of danger.

Those who are still there are just civilians with some money, or beggars and other poor people who have no food or clothing.

Dead, all dead.

The fortress that was impregnable to the Futian Army was completely destroyed from the inside today.

It is actually not that difficult to destroy a mortal city.

At least for the monks, there are plenty of ways to destroy it.

The legendary rich and sacred Daxuan Imperial City was transformed into a deadly place where evil spirits were rampant.