This girl is a streetwalker in the demon world

After seeing Tianxuan Yuanjun riding down on the dragon, An Ling had a premonition that something bad was going to happen. In this critical moment, she had no time to make any preparations. She could only reach out and tightly grasp the arms of Shao Shuang'er and Murong Ziqiu beside her, and yelled to her fellow disciples: "Everyone, hurry up and grab the people next to you! Don't get separated alone!"

But Tianxuan Yuanjun came too quickly. Except for An Ling, who had a bad premonition and took action in advance, the rest of the disciples were still in a state of confusion. Even if they heard An Ling's words, there was no time. The disciples of the five major immortal sects only felt a strong suction force appearing from the sky, "pulling" them up from the ground!

Some of the disciples of Canglan Sword Sect tried to fly their swords in the air to escape from the horrible suction, but how could they possibly defeat Tianxuan? Their weak struggles made them roll around in the air like pieces of paper without support, and finally, they were sucked into the small world; some disciples quickly inserted their weapons deeply into the roofs and pillars of the buildings in the air, trying to stabilize their bodies. There were many such behaviors. The disciples and elders of the immortal sect showed their magical powers, hoping to stop Tianxuan's behavior, but all they did was just like ants waving their antennae helplessly in front of the storm.

In the end, all the disciples of the immortal sect were sucked into the fragments of the small world in Tianxuan's hands and lost contact with their elders.

"Tianxuan! Die!" The leader of the Canglan Sword Sect took the lead and attacked Tianxuan. Luo Qinghuai's sword turned into thousands of swords. Countless thin swords as thin as cow hair were as dense as a rainstorm, but they were sharp and unparalleled. After defeating the Dragon Ancestor of the Ten Thousand Demon Valley, who was used as a meat cushion by Tianxuan, the sword rain continued to merge into a long river of sword energy, flowing upstream from below, attacking Tianxuan like a surging wave! If an ordinary cultivator failed to escape in time, he would die if he was swept by the sword energy of one of the small swords. The lethality of such a large-scale sword rain can be imagined. The most offensive and lethal sword cultivator sect leader made a move, and even Tianxuan Yuanjun had to temporarily avoid the edge.

Seeing that the situation was not good, she quickly changed her body shape in the air, and her slender hands successively made dozens of spells. In an instant, countless hand shadows flashed, and mysterious spells changed in various ways and flowed out from Tianxuan's fingers. Among them were the Five Thunder Curse, Cang Ling Curse, Burning Sky Curse, Destroying God Curse, Protecting Heart Curse, Bagua Curse, etc., which gathered spells of attack, defense, enhancement and other categories. It could be said to be a textbook of magic, and this was just a delaying tactic used by Tianxuan.

Thunder from heaven and fire from earth, weak water fire... countless disasters that terrified mortal cultivators appeared in front of Tianxuan at the same time, and were pushed by her towards Luo Qinghuai's long river of sword energy. The moment the two touched, the spiritual power that was compressed to the extreme at the touch point, after being constantly squeezed by the two forces, finally could no longer withstand the pressure, and exploded from the inside out. The huge spiritual power vibration wave swept away the spiritual energy of the entire area, and the Tianqiong Sect buildings near the venue were ruthlessly affected and shattered into pieces.

Tianxuan Yuanjun raised her brows slightly. Neither side had used their full strength in the fight just now. They were just testing the opponent's strength first. Fortunately, she would have some estimate in the subsequent battle. She didn't expect that Luo Qinghuai looked like an old man on the surface, but his cultivation was much more advanced than in previous years. Sure enough, Canglan Sword Sect had been hiding its strength!

Although she didn't know how she came to this conclusion, after casting her spells, Tianxuan Yuanjun finally blocked Luo Qinghuai's sword energy and bought herself a moment of respite. She immediately turned around and flew towards the clouds. As long as she could hold on for a while longer, she would be able to...

"Boom, boom, boom!" At this moment, Timur, the deacon of the Yuehua Sect, seized the opportunity, cut his palm, smeared the blood on the drumhead, and then struck the sacred drum with blood and moon pattern painted on its waist. The ancient and elegant sound rang out, shocking everyone present. It was this pause that gave Abbot Fayan, who had been prepared, an opportunity to take advantage of.

Tianxuan looked down and saw that the originally frail and weak Abbot Fayan, who looked like a dead tree, had turned into a 16-foot-tall golden arhat! Fayan's upper body was exposed, his skin was shining with golden light, his muscles were full and full of vitality, and his whole body seemed to have returned to his peak at the age of 40. His strength, spiritual power, and body training had all reached the highest level! Just by standing in the distance and looking at him, one could feel a hot and fierce aura coming towards him.

Fa Yan squatted slightly with his muscular body, and then suddenly exerted force with his calves, and his whole body rushed into the sky like a cannonball, leaving only a streak of light. He clenched his fist tightly, mixed all his blood and spiritual power into this punch, and hit Tianxuan Yuanjun hard!

“Oh, it turns out to be the Vajra Dharmakaya of Rulu Temple. What a pity that your physical skills are not yet up to par, old monk!” Tianxuan didn’t want to fight with them. She just wanted to take this group of disciples away as soon as possible. However, she never thought that old monk Fayan would dare to face her directly. So, she could only blame herself for being too weak!

Tianxuan Yuanjun suddenly stretched out her hands, shattering most of the complicated crown with nine layers. She was only wearing a short robe that was convenient for movement. She used the other hand that was holding the fragments of the small world to take off the crown on her head, turned in the air, and with boundless power and strength, threw it towards Fayan's flying figure, hitting Fayan's shiny forehead.

After a loud noise, Fa Yan, who had transformed into a golden arhat, was knocked back several meters. Upon seeing this, Tianxuan Yuanjun just sneered, stretched out his slender white hand, bent his index finger and little finger, pressed down by the thumb, and stretched out the other two fingers side by side, pointing at Fa Yan, "Tiangang Finger!" An imperceptible spell shot out from between his fingers. This spell was not as dazzling as the dozens of spells before it. It was silent, and if no one paid special attention, most cultivators would just ignore it. But it was such an "unprepossessing" spell that made Fa Yan feel a sense of crisis. He no longer regarded stopping Tianxuan as his primary goal, but turned to protecting his own body.

But he was still too late. Even though his well-trained body twisted at the last moment and barely avoided the vital parts locked by the Tiangang Finger, his left shoulder was still pierced directly by the Tiangang Finger. A wound the size of a bowl appeared on this Dharma image that was said to be "indestructible", which shocked Fa Yan. He had practiced this "Angry Vajra" for nearly eighty years, and no one had ever been able to penetrate his defense before. Today, Tianxuan actually broke his defense with one move!

Feeling the huge gap between the two, Fa Yan silently withdrew his hand and watched Tian Xuan and the disciples of the five major immortal sects go away without any other action.

"Fayan! What are you doing!" The aggressive Canglan Sword Sect members rushed over on their swords. Luo Qinghuai looked at Tianxuan who had disappeared and shouted at Fayan.

Fa Yan is still under silence and unable to explain himself. He can only lower his head in shame, close his eyes and stop facing it.

Mu Qing clutched the blood sword, staring at Fa Yan with a horrifying expression as if she could eat him alive right away, "You dead monk, if you weren't so afraid of death, Tian Xuan wouldn't have escaped so easily!" The blood sword in her hand looked even bigger and brighter than the one she had made with her own blood in the sect before. She had already killed several people from the Tianqiong Sect who stayed at the venue, and she didn't mind killing Fa Yan as well to make amends to her disciples!

Wu Yuanxiu sensed the familiar murderous intent and quickly stepped forward to smooth things over: "Mu Qing, calm down. We have to chase Tianxuan now and we can't have an internal fight. We still have to rely on the strength of Abbot Fayan." He winked at Mu Qing for a long time, meaning that if he was kept alive he could at least serve as a meat shield, so you shouldn't kill him anymore.

Mu Qing didn't understand what Wu Yuanxiu meant. She wanted to rescue An Ling and the others right now! She wanted to have a good fight with Tianxuan Yuanjun to see if the legendary Tianxuan was just seeking fame.

The Yuehua Cult members also flew up unsteadily. The leader, Ainofei, looked at the chaos and said bluntly, "What a bunch of rubbish."

"How dare you say that? Isn't your Yuehua Sect in cahoots with the Tianqiong Sect? Are you pretending to be a good guy now? Who would believe you?" An angry elder of the Canglan Sword Sect said angrily.

"I know where Tianxuan went. Whether you believe it or not is none of my business." Ainofei's face hidden under the hood raised a strange smile, "Besides, the Tianqiong Sect should have been wiped out long ago. Don't you want to pull this arrogant sect down from the altar?"