This girl is a streetwalker in the demon world

Ayimu sat on the soft yellow hair, raised her head slightly, and felt the breeze blowing across her cheeks. Her veil was blown by the wind, revealing her beautiful face.

None of the believers dared to look directly at the face of the saint, and they all walked with their heads down. Their existence was only to set off the saint and serve her, and other than that, they had no other requests.

The Yuehua Sect members have left Jiangning and arrived near Chaijiang.

"Stop for a while." Aimu yawned and said softly.

All the Yuehua sect members except Timur knelt down and paid homage to Ayimu, then began to find places to meditate. They were all immortal monks and did not need to eat or rest. The only reason they stopped at this time was that Ayimu had some new ideas.

Timur was very smart. As soon as the Saint gave the order, he was already kneeling beside Cheng Huang, waiting for the Saint's instructions.

Ayimu said: "Timur, you have been lurking in Jiangning for a while. Do you know why the Mortal Dynasty came here?"

Timur thought for a moment and replied, "Of course it's for the fragments of the Heavenly Dao."

"Stupid." Aimu cursed, "This kind of secret is never accessible to mortals, even the Mortal Dynasty is no better than this. Someone deliberately spread the news to disrupt our progress in collecting the fragments!"

Timur was stunned. Although he didn't understand the twists and turns involved, he was able to do so well because he could serve Ayimu perfectly. He quickly admitted defeat and said, "I am too stupid to understand. The followers rely on the wisdom of the Saintess Wushuang to command and dispatch."

"Then, didn't you intercept the so-called rumors?" Aimu asked.

Timur was speechless now, he had no idea about this, let alone taking precautions to intercept it. He buried his head deeply on the ground, and couldn't help but sigh that his life was over today.

Ayimu looked annoyed. Her subordinates were really stupid. She waved her hand in disgust. "I am so annoyed. Go to the Mortal King's capital to get the news. You are not allowed to come back until you finish it!"

After hearing this, Timur burst into tears and knelt forward a few steps, "Saint! Please don't treat me like this! I want to serve you wholeheartedly!"

"Are you going or not? If not, you'll die!" Ayimu has always had a bad temper. The reason she talks so much to Timur is only because he has served her for a long time and has not done anything to make her unhappy. Naturally, she has more patience than others, but it's only enough patience for one more sentence.

Timur walked away dejectedly, wiping his tears as he walked, as if he had been punished.

Ayimu suddenly began to miss An Ling again. If she were here, it would be interesting, right? Unlike this group of people, who acted like obedient zombies every day, going east or west when told to, and could not speak or move. Compared with An Ling, they were really boring.

Thinking of An Ling, Aimu's beautiful eyes moved. This journey was so boring, why not, she use An Ling to have some fun?

She was the person in the Yuehua Sect who loved to travel around the most, so the task of searching for the fragments of the Heavenly Dao in various places naturally fell on her. Aimu was familiar with all kinds of rumors, both explicit and implicit, in the martial arts world. After some thought, he finally found a rumor that was very suitable for An Ling.

Ayimu called another follower and ordered: "Go to the evil cultivators in Qianbei and spread the news that the key to open the Immortal Emperor's Mausoleum has appeared in the world, and the key is in the possession of a female sword cultivator named An Ling!"

"Yes, Saint."

After giving the order, Aimu was in a very happy mood. She couldn't wait to see An Ling being chased by all the monks. That scene must be very interesting.

"Get up! I remember that the White Banquet seems to be about to begin. Let's go to Chaijiang and take a look at that ridiculously stupid elder of the Sword Sect!" Aimu laughed. She had always had dealings with the Blood Demon Sect. If she was willing to condescend to attend the ghost banquet, the Blood Demon Sect might even carry out the sect leader to serve the dish.

Of course, her purpose of this trip was not for the Ghost Banquet. To her, the Ghost Banquet was no different from garbage. She wanted to find Guo Zichou, the elder of Canglan Sword Sect. It was said that the Red Banquet of Blood Ghost Sect was destroyed by Guo Zichou some time ago. He might follow the clues and come to Chaijiang to find Blood Ghost Sect this time.

Aimu had rarely seen people from the Canglan Sword Sect. Apart from the Immortal Sect Conference held once every fifty years, they almost never participated in gatherings with other immortal sects. And due to the eccentric character of their sect, they often offended people from other immortal sects. Therefore, the Canglan Sword Sect and the Seven Killing Sect were collectively called "the shame of the immortal sects."

This time she actually met the elder of Canglan Sword Sect. How could she not go when she loves to join in the fun and have fun?

……

The atmosphere inside Shanhai Academy was tense.

At the same place where An Ling's dantian was healed by Dean Li Mo, the two sat opposite each other again, but this time, there were only the two of them.

Zheng Boshan trapped himself in a cocoon and died in the acid rain; Han Fu was pierced through the body by Zheng Boshan's robot and is now lying in bed unconscious.

"An Ling, whether you believe it or not, this is what I did." Li Mo sighed and looked at An Ling with his turbid eyes.

An Ling said: "Why would you do this! That is a fragment of the Heavenly Dao!"

From Li Mo's words, An Ling learned that the "Desire Realm Red Dust" made with the fragments of the Desire Realm Lihen Changshengtian was completed by the headmaster Li Mo himself. He had long known what consequences the fragments of the Heavenly Dao would cause, but he still did it!

"An Ling," Li Mo talked about the career he had dedicated his life to, and his whole body seemed to be glowing, "All progress is accompanied by sacrifice. Do you know what kind of changes we can bring to the whole world if we truly control the fragments of the Heavenly Dao!"

"Not to mention far away, you should have seen replicators nearby. Although they are replicators, they still have extremely powerful power. They can turn fantasy into reality. There is another world inside them!"

An Ling shook her head in disbelief, "Master... you look so familiar, exactly like Zheng Boshan..."

When the name Zheng Boshan was mentioned, Li Mo, who was still talking loudly, suddenly stopped, like a chicken with its neck strangled.

An Ling continued, "Its ability is not to turn fantasy into reality, but to arouse the greed in everyone's heart, and then that person will be trapped in the illusion it bestows! Maybe the people controlled by greed have good intentions, but later they have completely sunk into the beautiful dream given by the fragments and cannot escape."

"And why, after so long, no one in Jiangning has mentioned the miraculousness of such a magical machine? Why did everyone acknowledge this thing so naturally? Why, no one broke this fantasy..."

"That's because the entire Jiangning is already under its control, including its designer, that is, you, right?"