This girl is a streetwalker in the demon world

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Master Black Mist kept roaring in An Ling's ear, and it seemed that he was very angry at the "running dog of heaven".

An Ling's head was buzzing with shock. The sound was too powerful for her body to bear. She frowned and said, "Grandmaster! Grandmaster! Wake up!"

Grandmaster Black Mist still didn't care. When he saw An Ling starting to resist, he unreasonably rolled up her body and flew out. Everyone in the room was stunned and quickly ran out.

"Grandmaster! An Ling!" Shao Shuang'er shouted as she flew into the air on her sword, trying to chase after the man and the mist. Murong Ziqiu was relatively calm in the face of the situation. His sword-controlling skills were better than Shao Shuang'er's, and he could catch up with Shao Shuang'er even if he arrived later. He stood on his sword with an immortal look, and his body and sword turned into a very fast stream of light, directly blocking Shao Shuang'er, "Don't go, Grandmaster is in danger now."

"I know," Shao Shuang'er said anxiously, "Once our master loses his mind, he will kill people indiscriminately. We can't just watch this happen!"

"There's nothing we can do," Murong Ziqiu said painfully, "We simply don't have the ability to stop our master!"

Shao Shuang'er also stopped. She sighed helplessly, "Master is really righteous. Even though he knew that this move would have many disadvantages, he still did it without hesitation. But, can he really accept himself hurting the disciples of the sect?"

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An Ling was still flying wildly in the black fog. She was dizzy and all she could see was the swirling black fog.

She endured the dizziness and nausea, observing the world with her newly acquired "sixth sense". Not to mention the dark Wuwei Grandmaster all around her, it seemed that the ground below was always glowing, and it seemed that the Black Mist Grandmaster must have brought her out of Lu Xiulin's cave. In the distance, several glowing "people" flew over. They were of different colors and shapes, but they all flew quickly towards An Ling.

An Ling guessed that it might be Elder Wu and other elders who had arrived. She struggled desperately for a few times and made a weak voice in the black fog: "I'm here..." It was obvious that she could no longer communicate with the Black Fog Master. She needed to ensure her own safety and had to ask for help from outside. With her limited ability, she could not solve this problem.

Behind Elder Wu were several elders of different appearances, all of whom were flying in the air using various magic. Among them, a beautiful woman was floating in the air without the help of any magic weapon, relying only on her own powerful magic power, and was at the front of the crowd. Her hair stood up and flew behind her head, looking very cool. After seeing the black fog, the woman frowned and said, "What's going on? Who is provoking the master again?"

Elder Wu touched his rosacea and didn't dare to say anything. After observing for the past few days, he realized that as long as An Ling was present, things would keep going in a strange direction. This time, the master's loss of control was most likely related to An Ling who had been here.

"Mu Qing, our master hasn't lost control in hundreds of years. Something must be wrong today." Another woman in plain clothes holding a palm-sized flying sword said solemnly, "We must find out the reason why our master lost control!"

"Wait, did you hear any sound?" Mu Qing raised her hand to stop the actions of the other elders. She was the strongest among the elders. When everyone heard her say this, they stopped tacitly and waited for Mu Qing's next instruction.

"I'm here..." An Ling's weak voice had actually been mostly blocked by the black fog, but it still couldn't escape the ears of Elder Mu Qing. Mu Qing angrily said, "Grandmaster is still with his disciples! Follow me to save people!" She took the lead and rushed towards the black fog. She used her palm as a blade in the air and cut her right palm. Bright red blood splashed out. Her eyes condensed, and she mobilized the vast spiritual power in her body. Using her own blood as a guide, she quickly generated a transparent long sword with blood-colored patterns from her palm. The blood and spiritual power fell like falling snow, but she was forcefully pulled in her palm, turning it into a weapon full of murderous aura!

This is the famous skill of Elder Mu Qing, the strongest elder under the sect master—the Blood Sword Never Returns!

Mu Qing aimed at the black fog that was constantly changing its shape and shouted angrily: "Go!" He pushed the blood sword condensed in his palm out with force, as fast as a swimming dragon. Even the black fog master was unable to avoid Mu Qing's attack in time due to his huge body. He condensed the black fog together to resist the attack of the blood sword. The black fog was constantly eroding the spiritual shell of the blood sword, making a harsh sizzling sound.

"Mu Qing! An...that disciple is still inside! Why did you just attack him!" Elder Wu complained loudly, grabbing his wooden sword and flying to Mu Qing's side, "If the master had not helped to stop them, but had directly dispersed, that disciple would have died under your bloody sword!"

Upon hearing this, Mu Qing simply glanced at Elder Wu coldly, "You don't know the Grandmaster at all! It is impossible for it to do such a thing. Even if its body is broken, it will fight the enemy head-on, not to mention that there is a disciple in its 'body'."

"Grandmaster has lost his mind! He is not the grandmaster we used to know!" Elder Wu's face turned red with anger. He had been like this since he was young. He always had the opposite ideas from Mu Qing. He liked to treat humans with kindness and be wary of species different from humans. But Mu Qing was different. She was born with great talent and extraordinary strength. She was even able to fight to a draw with the sect master in his prime. But she had always speculated on other people's thoughts with the greatest malice since she was a child. Because of this, Mu Qing had no one to play with since she was a child. She also disdained to run around the mountains like other disciples. More often, she would stay alone in the Sword Pavilion, accompanying the grandmaster who had become a ball of black mist, and slowly listening to it tell stories about the past.

"Heh," Mu Qing sneered, "Summer insects can't talk about ice. Wu Yuanxiu, you are just an indecisive waste!"

"You!" Elder Wu clenched his fist tightly. Although he really wanted to beat Mu Qing up, now was not the time for internal fighting! He just glared at Mu Qing fiercely, and flew to the Black Mist Grandmaster who was fighting against Mu Qing's blood sword head-on. Because the Black Mist Grandmaster had almost half of the mist fighting against the blood sword head-on, the mist wrapped around An Ling became less. Elder Wu found the right time and pulled An Ling out!

"Roar!" Feeling that something seemed to be missing in his body, the Black Mist Master began to attack others uncontrollably! When An Ling was still there, it was just flying around in the sky and had never attacked humans, but the current situation was obviously not optimistic.

It roared, and wrapped its body around Mu Qing's blood sword. Everyone only heard a few teeth-grinding crunching sounds in the black mist. The blood sword turned into pieces in the black mist. The black mist turned in the air, and the pieces turned into powder, which was completely devoured by it. Mu Qing, who was standing by, spat out a mouthful of blood, and his face turned pale.