This girl is a streetwalker in the demon world

When Tianxuan counted to six hundred, she stopped counting backwards and looked at An Ling quietly with a faint smile on her face.

An Ling felt even more pressured by her look, and even began to feel creepy. She hesitated and said, "Senior, you...what are you thinking about?"

Tian Xuan did not answer her question directly, but said in a calm voice: "An Ling, let's chat while we still have some time."

"what?"

"For example, was the place where you lived before as happy as described in the book?"

An Ling was shocked. Although it was no secret that she was a time traveler or that she was a demon from outer space, Tian Xuan asked her so directly. Could it be that she had the idea of ​​traveling through time and space to invade Blue Star?

The more An Ling thought about it, the more she felt something was wrong. The Tianxuan sect had always used brutal aggression as a means of expansion, and they also secretly worked with the Yuehua Sect to use the souls of mortals to improve their cultivation. In An Ling's eyes, they were not considered good people. Faced with such "aliens" asking for information about Blue Star, she certainly would not want to tell them.

Seeing the obvious resistance in An Ling's eyes, Tian Xuan just sighed and did not continue to ask. She closed her eyes slightly, and when she opened them again, she had returned to the state of the mighty and domineering Tian Xuan Yuanjun before. She looked at An Ling's young face and whispered, "I really envy you, do you know that?"

Without waiting for An Ling to answer, she continued, "Don't look at me like this now. In fact, I am already two hundred years old."

"It doesn't look like it, does it? Haha, that's because I need to sacrifice my soul every day in exchange for the chance of immortality."

An Ling's lips were trembling and her heart was pounding, but her hand, which was pointing at Tian Xuan with the Broken Stars, did not tremble at all.

"Eternal life is what everyone pursues, no matter if it is an ordinary person, a king, a general, or a cultivator like us, none of us can escape these two words."

"An Ling, if you have the chance to live forever, would you choose it?"

An Ling took a deep breath and blurted out: "The purpose of my cultivation is to escape birth, old age, sickness and death, but if the price of immortality is to hurt others, then it's better not to have it!"

"You have few relatives, like a rush in the wind. You walk alone in the world, so of course you are not afraid of death," Tianxuan said, "but what if you carry the lives of countless people on your shoulders? If you die, all those who live under your shadow will be killed. What will you choose? Will you choose to be a hero who dies bravely, or a lone walker in the dark?"

An Ling thought seriously for a long time before she replied leisurely: "Senior, I once heard a poem, 'Talented people emerge in every generation, and each leads the trend for hundreds of years'. Why do you have to take all the responsibilities on yourself? I choose to believe in those who come after me, and I believe they will do better than me. After struggling and burning my life, I will have no regrets. As for the rest, I will leave it to future generations."

Tianxuan Yuanjun stared at An Ling in a daze and sighed, "So, you are here to end my era."

"No, senior," An Ling said, "The times belong to every grain of sand, every wave, and every ordinary person living in this world. Neither you nor anyone else is qualified to represent the times, but we can change this world and make it a better place."

Tianxuan Yuanjun was silent. She whispered, "An Ling, you are really a demon from outside the domain. You can easily speak words that can deceive people..."

She stood up and actually grasped the blade of the Star-Breaking Sword!

An Ling frowned and said anxiously: "Senior, what are you doing..."

"Little devil, the time has come. It's time to say goodbye. You still have that bell on you, right?"

Bell... Soul-pulling Bell? Didn't she already give the bell to Senior Bai Lin?

An Ling rarely began to panic. She knew that the Soul-Binding Bell had far-reaching implications and she couldn't leave this hot potato with her, so she handed it over to the first senior from the Canglan Sword Sect she met. Tianxuan Yuanjun's words made An Ling doubt her own memory.

“Hehehe…” Tianxuan Yuanjun laughed strangely, “An Ling, there are some things that, once you get a little bit of them, you can’t escape them for the rest of your life. If you don’t believe me, feel your storage ring.”

An Ling knew that she still had unknown value to Tianxuan Yuanjun, and she thought that Tianxuan Yuanjun would not kill her directly, so she rummaged through her storage ring. When she "saw" the black bell lying at the bottom, she got goose bumps all over her body.

"Why is it here? I clearly gave it to Senior Bai Lin!"

An Ling came back to her senses, and suddenly looked at Tianxuan Yuanjun who knew the truth, and said angrily: "Senior! Why did you do this!"

"Little devil, you have too many questions." Tianxuan raised her palm and looked at the two forces that were constantly fighting in her palm. The flesh that was constantly eroded by the fragments of the Heavenly Dao, the broken stars of the same origin were fighting, and there was an undetectable explosion. She continued: "Now, you have one last thing to do."

She stretched out her left arm and said coldly, "Cut off my hand."

An Ling was frightened by Tianxuan Yuanjun's aura and took a step back. Her hand holding the broken star finally began to tremble.

"You don't have time. If you don't chop it off, there will be another madman controlled by the fragment of the Heavenly Dao in the world." Tianxuan Yuanjun pressed on, "Come on, devil, do it like you did before, like when you killed Lindu. You are the only one in the world who can do this. Help me."

The legendary god was begging An Ling, begging a demon to cut off her limbs so that she could be separated from the world's way of heaven - what a strange and ironic scene!

Everyone has his or her own mission and responsibility. It turns out that An Ling’s mission is to act as a cold-blooded and ruthless executioner!

The executioner finally understood his mission. She looked at the black sword in her hand. The twinkling stars on it were like malicious eyes, staring at her. They whispered to each other, wondering when the executioner would go crazy like his former master.

Tianxuan Yuanjun stretched out his hand and pressed, "An Ling, your teachers and friends are in dire straits. You don't have time to hesitate. Let's get started."

The executioner smiled bitterly, silently raised the evil sword, and whispered: "Senior, I always believe there are other solutions."

Tianxuan Yuanjun was stunned and sighed deeply. Could it be that she had seen it wrong? This person was so weak that he might not be able to handle such a big task.

"But, since I am the only one who can solve this problem, I will not be lenient!"

"Senior, hold on!"

An Ling held the sword with both hands and chopped down at Tianxuan Yuanjun's arm.

The divine blood flowed to the ground, and the divine power contained in Tianxuan Yuanjun's blood made the ground full of flowers bloom. Her crystal-clear jade hands lay among the flowers and plants, like an artist's meticulous creation.

Tianxuan Yuanjun stopped the bleeding with a pale face. At her level, every inch of her skin was tempered through thousands of hammers. If she hadn't deliberately let go of her defense, An Ling's current ability alone would not have been able to hurt her at all. But in other words, every inch of her body had been tempered, which meant that even if it grew back, it would be difficult to reach its previous level, not to mention...

“Senior, please take the bone-breaking and flesh-regenerating pill and grow your hand back!” As expected, An Ling started to show unnecessary concern after she chopped him off. Tianxuan Yuanjun looked at An Ling, who was even more anxious than she was, and said calmly, “It won’t grow back. A part of my soul has been lost under your sword. Even if it grows back, it won’t move.”

"So, An Ling, you must not rashly use your sword to hurt others, understand?" Tianxuan Yuanjun seemed to know more about An Ling, but she did not explain it clearly. She just reminded her vaguely, "After this matter is settled, you will go to the pavilion two miles outside Jingji Camp to meet the person who can solve all the mysteries."

"Two miles outside the Jingji camp... wait..." Before An Ling could digest Tianxuan Yuanjun's words, Tianxuan Yuanjun made a hand gesture with his remaining hand, and the light of the formation lit up under An Ling's feet, catching her off guard.

"Go, devil, and do what you have to do."

In the distorted space, An Ling vaguely saw that Tianxuan Yuanjun seemed to be smiling at her.