This girl is a streetwalker in the demon world

Hu stood on the high sky, looking at the sacred tree that reached the sky not far away;

And below him was the roar of countless fighters.

They are someone's parents, someone's children, and the embodiment of every oppressed mortal. The anger in their hearts has been burning for ten thousand years. During these ten thousand years shrouded in darkness, how many fighters have been killed by this group of treacherous monks? How many fighters have passed away before the day of victory in the battle, but have tried every means to pass on their belief in fighting against heaven and earth to future generations?

They shouted, cheered, and cried. They raised high their weapons stained with the blood of the "immortals" and sang the former Futian Army Song, also known as the "Seven Killings Song":

"The sky is vast, the earth is vast, whose children would not go crazy?"

"The mountains are endless, the seas are surging, this hatred will never end."

"Ah--"

"Evil spirits eat human bones, immortals devour human souls, it's so painful - so hateful -"

"We must save the lives of the people and eliminate the evil for the sake of justice!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

"Kill everyone in the world - it's unfair!"

This is the origin of "Seven Killings" and also the origin of "Seven Killings Gate".

Yu Lang was alone, carrying a long sword. She looked up at the man standing on the top of the palace. How many years had passed? It seemed that she couldn't count them. She only remembered what the man had said to her, words that made people extremely excited. Yes, didn't they want to bring justice and peace to the world?

Around her, there was a pungent smell of blood. The disciples and other people who were left behind in the Tianqiong Sect by Tianxuan had their heads picked up by spears and their intestines coiled around the necks of the fighters. Blood and tears fell drop by drop on the Lingshi ground that was already covered with blood as their swaying parts did. The Lingshi was worthy of being a Lingshi, it was still so colorful. To it, blood was just a beautiful decoration.

Yu Lang was a little confused. She had not killed anyone since she entered the Tianqiong Sect. She just followed Hu silently. She wanted to see the world that Hu described.

What about that beautiful world?

Isn't it said that if we defeat the Sky Sect that holds most of the wealth and power, ordinary people will be able to live in peace?

Why, after rescuing many mortals from the Tianqiong Sect’s dungeon, the members of the Futian Army are hurting them?

The traitor of Rulu Temple, the "Rough Arhat" Faxuan, laughed ferociously and tore the woman's clothes madly, saying with a lewd smile: "Female Bodhisattva, now is the time for you to donate your physical bodies." - Didn't he always say that we should be compassionate and give alms to the world?

Batir, the traitor of Yuehua Sect and senior sister Ainofei who failed in the coup, appears gentle on the surface, but she takes advantage of the other brothers and sisters' unpreparedness, holding up the soul fire of their Yuehua Sect, walking among mortals, harvesting a small part of their souls like butterflies - yes, it's just a small part anyway, it will only turn them into unconscious useless people, so what does it matter?

The ancestors were members of the Futian Army, an underground family that had been on the front line against the immortal sect for thousands of years. What were their contemporary successors doing now? - Oh, it turned out that they were directing their men to move all the treasures in the Tianqiong Sect away.

What about her? When did she become involved with these people? Is she still the same Yu Lang?

She could no longer bear it, so she stepped forward and asked Hu, "Master, when can we build a new world?"

But Hu seemed not to hear it, and looked towards the giant Brahma tree in the distance with a crazy look on his face. Finally, it finally came here!

"National Division!"

Yu Lang was angry. She drew her sword and pointed it at the Imperial Master of the Futian Army alone.

The whole audience was silent, only the ignorant mortals were still sobbing.

"Today, if you don't give me a reasonable explanation, don't blame me for being angry!" Yu Lang raised her beautiful hair, and the white hair on her forehead brushed past her eyes, making her vaguely aware of a fact - she was old.

Hu looked down at Yu Lang with pity and said with a smile: "Yu Lang, you haven't completed your mission yet, and you're already thinking about rebelling against me?"

"Mission?" Yu Lang suppressed his anger and asked, "Didn't you say that the Futian Army was established for the safety of the people of the world? Didn't you say that the brothers and sisters of the Futian Army are as close as a family and will never abandon each other? How come the Futian Army wants people to kill their relatives and betray their friends and disregard human ethics!"

"say!"

Yu Lang was so furious that his hair stood on end. All the spiritual energy in his body burst out like needles, and the surrounding Futian soldiers were blown away several feet.

"Yu Lang, are you thinking of rebelling?" Fa Xuan put down the dying woman. His body was knotted with muscles and strange tattoos, making him look like a demon. He clenched his fists, making a crisp sound, and said with a sinister smile: "I have disliked you for a long time, old woman. It's a good opportunity for me to treat you well."

Yu Lang was not afraid at all. All she felt was disappointment towards the Futian Army and anger towards justice. Now, she just wanted to get an answer from Hu.

"Hu! I'm asking you! Are you really recruiting these people just to establish the Immortal Dynasty?"

Yu Lang stood alone with a sword, questioning the heavens. His tiny figure was like a leaf in the wind that could be blown away by a gust of wind.

Hu laughed softly, and then his laughter grew louder and louder until it echoed throughout the Heavenly Palace!

“Hahaha… Yu Lang, you are so naive.” Hu looked at Yu Lang’s red eyes due to anger and said with rare mercy: “Why don’t you ask Mang Luohan and Lao Xing why they joined the Futian Army.”

"They are abandoned disciples of the Immortal Sect. They broke the rules and were expelled from the sect. When they had nowhere to go, they 'accidentally' learned about the existence of the Futian Army."

"The Futian Army is their shelter, the place they dream of! Right, Li Mi, does it feel good to kill your way into the sect?"

Li Mi, who was stepping on the corpses of countless Tianqiong Sect disciples, was covered in blood. The grievance of being driven out of the sect by Tianxuan Yuanjun was finally resolved today. He laughed loudly, raised his head and bowed to Hu Jing from a distance, saying, "It's so cool! Hahaha! I let them look down on me! I let them be high and mighty, but today, they were still stepped on hard by me!"

Yu Lang shuddered all over and bit her lower lip tightly. At this moment, for the first time, she felt that the Futian Army uniform on her body was so stinging!

Hu continued, "Yu Lang, you don't know yet, right? I like you people from the Canglan Sword Sect the most, because you are all naive and stupid! You are deceived by a few empty words and are willing to die. Tell me, how can I not like you?"

Yu Lang understood that he and countless predecessors with lofty ideals were all used by Hu and became the sword for him to dominate the world!

"I kill you!"

Yu Lang had already begun to accumulate sword power in secret. He just said so much nonsense to Hu just for this move! An Ling's "Dielang Sword Art" is a skill she created herself. Even if An Ling uses it, she can defeat the strong with the weak, not to mention the founder Yu Lang who has practiced for many years and repeatedly pondered it!

The scattered sword energy alone forced the defensive Rough Arhat to temporarily avoid the sharp edge. He touched the wound on his body caused by the sword energy and said in surprise: "The bitch has been hiding her strength!"

Yu Lang took a step forward, and countless afterimages flashed on the ground and in the air. Each afterimage corresponded to a traitor, a villain who betrayed justice and morality!

Countless people who were still going crazy had blood gushing out of their necks, and were killed by Yu Lang in one move!

Mang Luohan's internal organs were shattered, and Battier was split in half! They looked at the Imperial Master unwillingly, and before they died, they still wanted to get the Imperial Master's help, but all they got was a ruthless glance.

"A bunch of rubbish, if they die, they die."

When Hu came here, his goal had been achieved and he no longer needed this group of tools.

He was floating high in the air, looking at Yu Lang who was stabbing at him, and he gently extended a finger and uttered the command: "Stop."

Yu Lang, who originally had a very strong momentum, suddenly stopped in the air and lost control of his body!

"I originally just wanted to borrow you to find An Ling, but you really have too many things to do. It just so happens that there are so many wolves and tigers down there, you can go down and accompany them."

Hu once again uttered the command: "Banned the spirits."

Yu Lang felt that all the spiritual power in her body was drained out of her body with Hu's voice! Her body, without the support of spiritual power, fell stiffly from the air, and under her were countless bloodshot eyes and brainwashed disciples of the Seven Killing Sect.

Different from those traitors from the immortal sect, the Seven Killing Sect is Hu's death squad. Since childhood, there is only one rule that is deeply engraved in their hearts, and that is: Mr. Hu is the only one respected.

If Yu Lang dared to offend Mr. Hu, he would have touched their bottom line, and he must be eliminated with the most cruel means!

Yu Lang slowly fell down facing the sky. Her expression showed neither sadness nor joy, only the despair of having been betrayed.

It turns out that the person who truly inherited the spirit of the Futian Army had long been sent to die by Hu, and now only his private army is left!