This girl is a streetwalker in the demon world

Before An Ling saw what the venue looked like, she smelled an extremely strong smell of blood. The smell rushed into her nose without any hesitation, making her feel nauseous.

She instantly became alert. The previous match was just a fight in an ordinary desert terrain. The two hadn't even started fighting yet, so where did the blood come from?

She landed lightly on the slippery ground, held the broken stars in front of her to protect herself, and looked around.

There seemed to be a complex of tall buildings here. An Ling recognized it at a glance as the Shiwandashan Mountains. Only in the Shiwandashan Mountains could there be such buildings. An Ling had seen the architectural atlas of the Shiwandashan Mountains when she was reading. Because the architectural style was very similar to the stilt houses on Blue Star, she wrote it down. She didn't expect to use it now.

Most of the buildings here are two-story buildings. The first floor is surrounded by a fence. It is pitch black inside and cannot be seen clearly with the naked eye. An Ling closed her eyes slightly, opened her mind's eye, and moved closer to observe the inside of the fence on the first floor again. She found that there were some unknown animals and humans who had turned into mummies. They were curled up in the corner, with only a thin layer of skin covering their bony skeletons, which looked creepy.

An Ling frowned and stepped back silently. It was a pity that she had no knowledge of criminal investigation and didn't know how long these mummies had been dead. Otherwise, she could have roughly guessed what happened here. But she changed her mind and realized that this was a fantasy world. There were too many ways to drain an adult's blood in an instant. It was also possible that evil cultivators were using blood to cultivate, such as the Wuqi old man who had caused the tragedy in Wu Baiquan's hometown.

There was clearly no blood here, but An Ling's nose was always lingering with a strong smell of blood, and she couldn't help but want to explore it thoroughly.

"I originally thought that the scenes of fighting were all natural landforms, such as deserts, forests, snow-capped mountains. Why would such a scene appear this time? And this area seems to be some kind of human settlement. Could it be that this has happened in reality?" The more she thought about it, the more she felt something was wrong. Winning the Immortal Gate Conference was secondary. Saving her life and investigating the relationship between Tianxuan Yuanjun and the fragments of the Heavenly Dao were the primary goals. An Ling looked at the second floor of the stilt house where candles were still burning, and after adding several layers of protective spells to herself, she used the "Wind Control Technique", jumped up with light footsteps along the wall, and jumped into the second floor.

"Cough cough."

Suddenly, someone in the house was coughing!

An Ling almost couldn't help but chop out with her sword, but fortunately she had experienced a lot and was able to keep her composure. She adjusted her breathing and secretly looked inside through the gap under the window.

The interior of the house is decorated in a typical Shiwandashan style. The floor is covered with soft animal skin rugs. In addition to the original fur animal skin rugs such as tigers, there are also many exquisite soft rugs woven with animal hair and cotton and linen. It is not difficult to imagine how soft it will be to step on them. There are no tables, chairs, benches and other items popular in the Central Plains. Instead, there are several futons and low tables placed on the ground. When guests come, they will be entertained in front of the low tables.

An Ling looked around carefully and found that there was no trace of anything, including wandering souls, blood, and other things that should be in a place. It could even be said that the place was too clean.

"How is this possible? Wasn't the coughing just now caused by a ghost?" She suddenly remembered that this was actually just a piece of Heavenly Dao fragment in the hands of Tianxuan Yuanjun, and the thing she had just analyzed anxiously was probably just an illusion created by the fragment.

An Ling was worried, so she went in and searched the house, but she didn't find anything wrong. Confused, she slowly left the room. Just as she was about to go to another stilt house, something strange happened again.

"Oh...it's a sin..." Someone was talking behind her!

An Ling turned around suddenly, slapped the talisman with her hand, and in her palm was a red "evil-breaking talisman"! The talisman ignited without wind, and only a low sigh was heard. The talisman and the strange man who spoke disappeared together, leaving only An Ling standing there with a vigilant look on her face.

Talismans are distinguished by color, and the grades from low to high are: yellow, red, purple, and gold. Each talisman can withstand different spiritual power, and the power it bursts out is also different. Generally speaking, only monks with high cultivation can draw talismans on special high-level talisman paper. Monks with shallow cultivation will be repelled by the power of the talisman paper itself and cannot write. Therefore, high-level talismans are so precious, because it not only represents the value of the talisman paper itself, but also represents the qualification to get the calligraphy of monks with high cultivation. Purple talismans have long become synonymous with wealthy monks such as aristocratic families. Most people may not see one in their lifetime, but Murong Ziqiu, a rich kid who uses purple talismans as yellow talismans, is an exception.

So, why could An Ling, who had no power, no influence, and no money, use the red talisman? First, when she was in Yunwu Mountain, the Yunwu Great Demon sponsored a lot of talismans and elixirs that An Ling could use. Second, An Ling used her free time to learn the talisman-making process from Bai Lin. After all, he was the chief array master of Canglan Sword Sect. The array and talismans were originally connected, so Bai Lin could naturally make talismans.

In this way, An Ling broke the technological monopoly by relying on self-sufficiency. Before going out, she secluded herself in the cave for several days, concentrating on drawing talismans to make herself more confident.

After dispelling the "ghost", An Ling jumped off the stilt house. Taking advantage of the time when Qian Ping had not caught up with her, she investigated all the stilt houses in the building complex. This time, she did not encounter any "ghost" that was not a ghost, nor did she find any valuable clues, so she had to leave.

"This is so weird. I clearly didn't see any ghosts in my mind, so why did the evil-breaking talisman work?" An Ling thought, "It's better to be careful."

After roughly estimating the center direction, she gradually moved away from the strange stilt house area and walked into the impenetrable jungle.

The jungle was wet and hot, and some of the trees were so thick that two trees even grew together, forming something like a tree wall. Generally speaking, when ordinary cultivators face these blockages, they will choose to find another way and will not waste their spiritual power on these unimportant things. However, An Ling did not take a detour. Instead, she followed a certain direction and directly chopped a path with her sword. To her, this little spiritual power was irrelevant. "There's the smell of blood again... This time it's in front..." An Ling had a vague guess, and she only needed to go a little further to confirm it.

Sure enough, after passing through the dense forest again, what came into view was another identical complex of buildings. The uneven roofs showed a vague outline in the night, like the raised back of a lurking beast, waiting for its prey to fall into a trap.

An Ling did not move forward, but shouted to the front: "Qian Ping! Did you win the game by relying on this kind of illusion? Then I suggest you admit defeat as soon as possible! I don't want to hurt you." An illusion that can unfold in an instant and is so real is definitely not that simple. It must be closely related to the caster. If An Ling forcibly destroys the illusion with brute force, it may hurt Qian Ping's soul. Although Qian Ping is unlikely to admit defeat, An Ling still has to say what she should say first. This is one of her philosophies of life - give others a decent chance.

The bushes swayed without wind, and the vines wrapped around the tree trunks swayed slightly like cold snakes. Some of them even hung down to the back of An Ling's neck, as if they were about to drill into her collar.

An Ling snorted coldly, and her whole body of spiritual power surged. The area of ​​several meters centered on her was razed to the ground by the powerful spiritual power. The debris was shaken away from the inside out by An Ling. She straightened her arms, poured spiritual power and sword intent into the sword layer by layer, and used the most familiar "Dielang Sword Art", silently waiting for an opportunity to attack.

The newly learned "Wanfa Liuxing Sword" is mostly used in close combat and desperate counterattacks. In this situation where the enemy is unclear, it is not as useful as the "Dielang Sword Technique" that An Ling first learned. There is no absolute distinction between strong and weak levels of moves and techniques, only "suitable" or "unsuitable" for use in battle. Therefore, as mentioned earlier, the battle of cultivators cannot be directly determined by the strength of spiritual power or some kind of artificially assessed level. It also depends on the cultivator's comprehensive qualities and whether he can flexibly use his abilities in battle.

An Ling counted her breaths, and when she exhaled for the tenth time, she turned her wrist slightly, and the broken stars were filled with sharp sword energy that was eager to escape from the cage. The star patterns on the sword body shone brightly. She said lightly: "Qian Ping, I will count to three for the last time. After three, if you still don't admit defeat, I will make a move."

Three, two, one...

After three calls, there was still silence.

An Ling took direct action.