This girl is a streetwalker in the demon world

An Ling squatted slightly, holding the sword in her right hand across her body. In the field of vision developed by the Qi-Watching Technique, the world was only black and white, like an ink painting with heavy colors splashed on it. Above the black shadows representing the fast-moving evil cultivators, dark red blood energy lingered above their heads. Seeing their figures, An Ling narrowed her eyes.

Qianbei has many mountains and complex terrain, so the mountain wind is naturally strong. The branches of the trees swaying in the mountain wind rustled, and the inky shadows of the trees danced, making people feel inexplicably palpitating. Not long after, the mountain wind blowing the branches suddenly dropped, bringing up the dead branches and leaves on the ground and sweeping towards An Ling, gathering into a small whirlwind under her feet, which lasted less than a moment before scattering all over the ground.

At this moment, the four evil cultivators attacked at the same time, and the shining light connected between the four people. Their positions were also very particular, occupying the four positions of Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Vermillion Bird, and Black Tortoise respectively, and each of them held a blood-killing magic weapon made of mortals as raw materials, forming a four-elephant battle formation to attack.

The evil cultivator at the Vermillion Bird position tightly grasped the broadsword with bones inlaid on the hilt, and took the main attacking position;

The evil cultivator at the Azure Dragon position controlled a magic skull bead made from an entire skull between his palms, clearing the way for the Vermillion Bird.

The evil cultivator in the Xuanwu position carried a soul-calling banner made of tanned human skin on his right shoulder, using the power of hundreds of wronged souls in the banner to provide energy for the formation.

The evil cultivator at the White Tiger position held a white porcelain bottle with a strange blood-colored totem painted on it in the palm of his hand, but no one knew what it was for.

The four evil cultivators have known each other for many years and have a tacit understanding. They don't need to communicate with each other at all. Everyone knows exactly what role he or she will play in the formation.

The evil cultivator of the Qinglong position holding the skull bead was the first to attack. He floated in the air, and his hands made the skull bead rotate continuously in the air. He muttered something, and a turquoise light emanated from the skull bead in his palm and gradually expanded. The process lasted only about two seconds, and the light condensed into a real object. He raised his right hand and threw the skull bead with a real turquoise light to An Ling.

The moment he launched the attack, the other three also attacked at the same time. Flames, black water and the wronged souls that were still roaring in the air all attacked An Ling along with the skull magic bead.

An Ling had sensed something was wrong long before their formation took shape. She took out the talisman that Li Mo had given her before he left from her storage ring and held it in her hand. After throwing the talisman in the direction of a certain evil cultivator, she used the wind-controlling technique to move quickly towards that direction. With a flick of her wrist, An Ling had accumulated the seven levels of sword power of the "Dielang Sword Art" taught by Yu Lang, and was ready to try to break through from that point at any time.

But the evil cultivators were too fast. The one chosen by An Ling was a Xuanwu evil cultivator. When he saw An Ling rushing towards him with a sword, he showed no fear at all. While maintaining the Four Symbols Battle Formation, he retreated very skillfully and released the wronged souls from the soul-summoning banner. About dozens of wronged souls surrounded An Ling with boundless resentment. Their distorted faces and bodies that looked extremely dead made An Ling frown. "It's really a damn evil cultivator. He tortured mortals like this!"

An Ling's momentum continued to move forward. She was seen holding two pieces of purple talisman paper between the fingers of her left hand. With a thought, the talisman paper spontaneously combusted without fire. Without any hesitation, she threw the burning talisman paper towards the group of wronged souls.

The power contained in the talisman paper was like the bright sun. The wronged souls did not dare to come into contact with it. They wailed and made way for An Ling. The wronged souls who had not had time to leave were directly "melted" by the power of the talisman paper, and turned into a wisp of green smoke that floated into the sky.

Seeing that the wronged spirits were unable to stop An Ling, the evil cultivator at the Xuanwu level sneered at An Ling and said, "You asked for this. Your soul has left your body!" The soul-summoning flag on his shoulder emitted a grayish-white light, and the evil cultivator swung it towards An Ling. An Ling hurriedly dodged, but her arm was still hit by his grayish-white light. She began to feel weak in her hands and feet and dizzy. It turned out that this was because a small part of her soul had been extracted by the evil cultivator's "soul-separation technique", and this was manifested in her physical body. If more than half of the soul is extracted by the evil cultivator, the person will become demented or even become a vegetable. It is truly terrifying.

An Ling's attack was blocked by the evil cultivator with the Soul Summoning Banner, which gave her enough time for the other three evil cultivators to come and provide support.

The evil cultivator with the skull bead who took the lead in launching the attack threw the bead at An Ling. An Ling knew something was wrong when she heard the sound of the wind, and rolled on the ground to get away from the direction of the wind. However, direct attack seemed to be just a function of the skull bead. It did not pursue after failing to hit the target, but "took root" in that place: under the turquoise light, the bead fell to the ground, and in an instant, lead-colored transparent branches like plant roots spread out on the ground, turning the entire battlefield into his domain. An Ling stood in the domain of lead-colored branches, and felt as if his body weighed a thousand pounds, and his movements became slow and weak.

The main attacker, the evil cultivator at the Vermillion Bird level, had a broad bone sword covered with dark red flames, and slashed towards An Ling at lightning speed. The sword energy arrived before the person, and the sword energy formed by the fusion of flames and bloody energy was like a mountain pressing down on one's head, making it impossible for the person to have the slightest intention of resisting, and only trembling in his heart.

An Ling shifted her body to the left side facing the sword energy. Before the seven layers of sword energy formed by the "Dielang Sword Technique" were released, she used the "right wrist interception" style in swordsmanship to block the remaining sword energy.

But the sword energy was so fierce that even though she had dissipated most of the force, she was still knocked several feet away by the sword energy and fell into the attack range of the evil cultivator at the Xuanwu level.

Although she was flying towards the evil cultivator, An Ling actually began to feel happy. She used the power of the sword energy and used the "Wind Control Technique" to double jump in the air to turn around and flew out from the gap between the Xuanwu position and the White Tiger position like a cannonball.

"Damn it!" The evil cultivator from the Xuanwu position originally thought that An Ling would fly towards him, so he opened the soul-summoning flag early and prepared to absorb An Ling's soul. However, he did not expect that the fat sheep he had caught would fly away right under his nose. His expression was distorted under his black robe, and he kept cursing the Suzaku position for being more of a hindrance than a help.

Seeing An Ling flying farther and farther away, it seemed that he could not catch up. At this time, the evil cultivator of the White Tiger position laughed and said, "Don't worry, just look at my treasure bottle——"

He poured the white porcelain bottle in his hand onto the ground, and the other three held their breath and stared at the mouth of the bottle as if something was about to come out. Even though they were the four guardians of the Blood Ghost Sect, they couldn't help but be very excited.

A naked human baby the size of a thumb slipped from the bottle to the ground, floating lightly, its body covered by the dead branches and leaves on the ground. The other three people almost didn't see it.

Bai Huwei took out the compass from the storage bracelet, "copied" and "pulled out" the spiritual power fluctuations of An Ling that had been recorded before this trip, bit his finger, and tapped the spiritual power fluctuations and blood on the forehead of the human infant, "Go, Bai Sha Shen."

The human baby screamed and its body grew as it came into contact with blood. Soon it grew to the size of a human. It shook its head, bared its mouth full of sharp teeth, landed on all fours, and crawled quickly in the direction of An Ling's spiritual power fluctuations. Almost at that moment, the four people could no longer see its outline.

Qing Longwei looked at the White Evil God going away and said worriedly, "Boss, this White Evil God has only been trained for less than two years. Do we really want to let it go after An Ling?"

"An Ling is just an unknown junior who keeps causing trouble by relying on her talent and strength. But in front of the White Evil God, she is nothing." Baihuwei laughed, "This is a good thing that even the Saint Lady of the Yuehua Sect has to praise. How could she not catch a junior? I'm just worried that the White Evil God will kill too quickly and we won't have time to interrogate her properly!"

"Let's go, let's follow the White Evil God. We must not let them get the body!"