This girl is a streetwalker in the demon world

"Everyone in Canglan must kill any traitor who comes across one!"

Before everyone could react, Zhang Fan's head had already moved. His neck was broken very smoothly, and blood was pumping out of his heart like a spring. After finding a breakthrough in the blood vessels, the blood rushed out from the broken blood vessels and sprinkled on the transparent hemispherical sect formation. If someone stood in the formation and looked up, the sky in their eyes would be dyed bright red. Zhang Fan's still twitching headless body was clinging to the formation, slowly sliding down along the arc-shaped outer edge of the formation until it fell to the ground. His body and his head dozens of meters away continued to emit a pungent smell of rust, turning the fairyland originally full of birdsong and flowers into a execution ground in the vegetable market in an instant.

Everyone fell silent and bowed their heads respectfully, "Sect Master."

At this moment, no matter whether it was a lively and cheerful disciple like Wu Baiquan, or an introverted and dull elder like Bai Lin, they all felt equally heavy. The word "traitor" was too heavy a word, so heavy that it had hardly appeared in the entire history of the Sword Sect.

What kind of unscrupulous thing did Zhang Fan do to make the sect leader, who always advocated "laissez-faire management", so angry?

Seeing that Zhang Fan was dead, Master Black Mist regained his consciousness. He silently recalled everything that had just happened. It was never his wish to hurt the sect's disciples. It seemed that he was about to lose control of his will.

It slowly floated to An Ling's side and transmitted a message to her, "The Immortal Sect is colluding with the Heavenly Dao to restore the ancient times. You must take care of yourself." After that, it flew over An Ling and came to the sky above the sect's formation. Its will, which could barely be considered human, "looked" at the familiar or unfamiliar buildings below. Every scene from the time he founded the Canglan Sword Sect with Ling Fengyue and watched the new sect slowly grow to the present, flashed in his mind like a revolving lantern. Everything was still vivid in his mind, and the past tens of thousands of years seemed to be just a blink of an eye.

"Little ghost," the Black Mist Grandmaster was inhuman, and his vision was not comparable to that of an ordinary cultivator. Through the many restrictions, he observed Luo Qinghuai, who was still hiding in the back mountain and unwilling to show up: He was still the same, and liked to hide away when something happened. But when did Luo Qinghuai start to have gray hair and was an old man with half a foot in the coffin... Obviously, not long ago, he was still a naughty ghost who liked to secretly pump air into his black mist body. It turned out that time really passed so quickly. It paused, and sent a voice message to Luo Qinghuai without sadness or joy: "Seal, me."

Luo Qinghuai had great cultivation, so naturally he heard what his master said to him. He just covered his forehead in pain and curled himself up into a ball, as if he was not the same person who had just killed the traitor so swiftly. "No... There is still a way to deal with it. Master, you were just deliberately provoked by Zhang Fan. There is no need..."

"Luo Qinghuai, you are the Sect Master." The master told the cruel facts in a hoarse and ruthless voice, but such a terrifying "demon" had unbelievable emotions, "Don't be willful."

What it said was the same as before. Luo Qinghuai could hardly believe his ears. He had only heard this sentence during his carefree youth. Later, changes occurred in the sect. The master used up all his skills to seal the demon, and the elders also sacrificed their precious lives for the overall situation. There was no one in the entire Canglan Sword Sect who could take on the responsibility. The responsibility of the sect master suddenly fell on a young boy like him.

Since the death of Luo Qinghuai's master and the elders of that generation, the status of Canglan Sword Sect has plummeted among the six major immortal sects. Luo Qinghuai, who supports the entire sect alone, has encountered difficulties and challenges that ordinary people can hardly imagine. Fortunately, there is still a "stabilizing force" in the sect - that is the Black Mist Master, who was an old man in Ling Fengyue's period. In order to protect the survival and stability of mankind in the post-god era, it resolutely accepted extremely cruel transformation and turned itself into an immortal "demon". At that time, Canglan Sword Sect, which was still the leader, announced to everyone that as long as it was not related to the way of heaven, the Black Mist Master would never take action, but due to the power of "that era", until today, no one dared to invade Canglan Mountain where the Black Mist Master was.

"The situation is very dangerous now, you can't do this!" said Sect Leader Luo Qinghuai.

"I have changed..." The Black Mist Master was able to survive for so many years, so his will was naturally very strong, but he also had his own bottom line and principles, which was that he would never harm humans who had nothing to do with the Way of Heaven. He had already missed it once a few hundred years ago, and at that time he could still comfort himself with "accident" and "calculation", but what about today? He was even so sensitive that he went crazy because Zhang Fan had a little bit of the not-so-obvious breath of the Way of Heaven. If someone with bad intentions took the risk of provoking his nerves, would he still be as calm as he is now? Obviously, it was impossible.

Master Black Mist "looked" at the tearful Luo Qinghuai and said, "The times are yours. I am just a wandering ghost from the past."

Its heart, which had been calm for countless years, suddenly had a ripple. It suddenly recalled that Ling Fengyue had once stood at the highest point of Canglan Mountain with a smile, pointing at the sunset in the distance and saying to everyone: "Each generation has its own talented people, and each has been the leader for hundreds of years. Why should we bother ourselves with trivial matters? We must believe that every era has its own protagonist!"

Master Black Mist sensed An Ling's still weak strength, silently floated in front of An Ling, and wrapped her with his black mist body, "Then, everything is left to you."

Spiritual energy as endless and majestic as the Canglan River continued to flow into An Ling's body. Her heart was pounding and the tendons in her body seemed to be about to explode. She understood what the master meant by "everything". The master not only had high hopes for her and handed over the unfinished business of the founder's rebellion against the way of heaven to her, but also wanted to instill all of his own cultivation into her!

"No..." An Ling struggled. Her master lived in the world as a black mist. She guessed that one of the important conditions for her master's existence was this heavenly cultivation. If he passed all his cultivation to her, what would happen to her master? She absolutely didn't want her master to be hurt for her.

In the gap between the spiritual powers, An Ling seemed to glimpse a shadowy human figure in her "sixth sense". She wanted to run towards the figure, but found helplessly that it was just something that did not exist in the world. As her cultivation gradually faded, the voice of the Black Mist Grandmaster slowly became similar to that of a human, and it even had some emotional fluctuations: "An Ling, I will not die. I will watch the day when you succeed."

It gently placed An Ling, who had fainted from the pain, on the ground. The Black Mist Grandmaster's body had become almost transparent. It looked at Luo Qinghuai, whose eyes were red, and whispered, "Little ghost, don't cry."