This girl is a streetwalker in the demon world

Yu Lang fell rapidly from the sky.

At this point, what else could she say or do? No, because she had completely failed.

She believed Hu's inflammatory remarks, betrayed her identity as a disciple of the Immortal Sect, and became a sharp knife in Hu's hand. However, all her efforts over the years resulted in her aiding and abetting the evil.

How could she live in this world with dignity? She might as well just die.

Yu Lang slowly closed her eyes. She knew that this was Hu's most mysterious trick - the Word Spirit Order. As long as it was spoken, it would be realized in a short time. In all these years in the Futian Army, she had never seen anyone who could resist Hu's orders.

Maybe this is how her life will be. Fortunately, no one she knows saw her die here, otherwise she would be too ashamed to face anyone.

"***!" A swear word that Yu Lang was very familiar with brought her back to her senses. She opened her eyes in surprise, but felt her waist tighten, and her whole body was stopped in the air!

"Don't you show off your bravery every day? Now let's see where you want to run!"

This person... is...

Yu Lang's eyes instantly became moist. She had already entered her forties, but even older children would have relatives and elders. That was the softest place in their hearts and a shelter that could withstand all hardships!

"Master... Master..." Yu Lang closed her eyes in pain, tears falling like a dam bursting. Yes, she was already old enough to be someone else's master, but there was still someone who could instantly turn her back into the carefree and naughty girl she used to be.

That was Yu Lang’s master, the leader of Canglan Sword Sect, Luo Qinghuai.

Luo Qinghuai hugged the falling Yu Lang around the waist. He stood in the air, surrounded by countless thin and sharp flying swords. The black sect master robe on his body fluttered in the wind. Luo Qinghuai straightened his back, looked down on the Seven Killing Sect and the Futian Army below, shook his head and said sarcastically: "Oh, so these are the guys who kidnapped my apprentice. I don't think they are that good. Too shabby."

He faced the Imperial Master Hu who was high in the sky and said in a deep voice: "One son can decide the fate of the country, and he is the most outstanding strategist in the history. Are you the legendary Imperial Master of Dayi?"

Hu looked at Luo Qinghuai with interest, leaned forward slightly and smiled: "Oh, I recognize you, your name is Luo Qinghuai, you are the current leader of Canglan Sword Sect."

There is a rule in the Futian Army, that is, never make eye contact with the National Master, because you will die.

Luo Qinghuai just glanced at Hu's face and felt cold all over. Every cell in his body seemed to explode, constantly sending him signals of fear, telling him to stay away from this person as soon as possible.

He glanced away and said calmly, "I am indeed Luo Qinghuai, and I have no intention of offending you. I, the senior of the Sword Sect, have never participated in the fight between the two factions. I came here only to take my disciple away. I hope the National Master will forgive me."

"Then what do you want me to do?" Hu laughed. He really liked to laugh. Weird laughter kept coming out from his face that was difficult to tell whether it was androgynous, making people feel uncomfortable.

Luo Qinghuai held Yu Lang in one hand and pinched his fingers with the other hand, saying, "Let us go. It's that simple."

"What if I don't?"

"Then, don't blame me..." Luo Qinghuai was surrounded by thousands of swords, like the eye of a hurricane. The flying swords shuttled back and forth quickly, leaving only a trail of afterimages, making the entire sky turn silver-white. This beautiful color was composed entirely of extremely powerful sword energy. The power they gathered together swept up and crushed countless Futian soldiers.

Luo Qinghuai's eyes were firm, and he continued: "I'm offended!"

He waved his sleeves and pushed the disaster-level sword energy hurricane towards Hu. Wherever the sword energy went, spirit stones flew, blood and flesh were blurred, and the magnificent palace buildings of the Tianqiong Sect turned to dust. Under Luo Qinghuai's sword energy hurricane, they had no resistance at all and turned into ashes in an instant.

Hu's hood was lifted, revealing his beautiful face that would drive ordinary people crazy. He raised his hands and faced the coming hurricane.

"What a powerful and beautiful spell! Luo Qinghuai, do you know how talented you are?"

"It's a pity that the years have passed, just like an old lion surrounded by vultures, it is nothing but a passing cloud!"

The veins on Luo Qinghuai's forehead were throbbing wildly. He didn't know why, but he felt extremely uneasy. Even in the most difficult times in the past, he had never felt this way. His heart was beating irregularly, as if it was about to jump out of his body.

He hugged his disciple tightly, turned around and ran. He drove the flying sword to a speed he had never seen before, and turned into a stream of light to escape.

Luo Qinghuai would definitely not be so arrogant as to think that he could fight against the legendary strategist. His only goal was to protect Yu Lang and other disciples. Everything else was beyond his ability.

"Luo Qinghuai, have you never thought about immortality?"

A strange figure suddenly appeared in front of Luo Qinghuai who was fleeing at high speed. Hu stretched out his hand and, with some unknown means, stopped Luo Qinghuai's figure!

"That's immortality! To live longer, isn't that the greatest desire of every mortal?"

"Look at yourself, Luo Qinghuai. Weren't you known as the most handsome man in the immortal sect before? Now all your hair and teeth have fallen out. You have completely turned into an old man. You look shaky and miserable. You are really pitiful."

"Even your apprentice has become an old woman with gray hair. You owe her your youth. What are you going to do to make up for it?"

Luo Qinghuai didn't dare to look directly at Hu, he just turned his neck to the side. Hu's body movements were too strange. With his current method, he would definitely not be able to escape with Yu Lang. Since it wanted to preach, he might as well delay for a while.

"If we hold on a little longer, they should be able to take care of the tree!"

Luo Qinghuai chuckled, his mouth without many good teeth made him look very wretched. He smiled and said, "I can't help it. I was just handsome when I was young. Oh, girls and boys all liked me. I was almost annoyed. But then again, everyone loves beauty and youth, and I am no exception. But people will always get old. I have already let it go. It's good to have youth. What does the rest have to do with me?"

Hu gently stroked his smooth face and said in a very inciting tone: "What will happen after you die? What will happen to the Canglan Sword Sect? Do you think that group of little guys can support the entire sect now? When people die, they can't do anything."

"After you die, the people and things you wanted to protect will all be destroyed and occupied by others, and then erased in time. Do you still remember the Canglan Sword Fairy Ling Fengyue? After she left, did the world become better? No!"

"Because she is irresponsible!"

"Because she only cares about her own interests and reputation!"

"Because she never considered the lives of future generations!"

"Look, after the Heavenly Dao disappeared, the weak were the prey of the strong, the immortal sects committed all kinds of evil, and sucked the marrow out of people's bones. This is all Ling Fengyue's fault!"

Hu suddenly appeared in front of Luo Qinghuai with his head tilted, and forcibly imprinted his face in Luo Qinghuai's mind!

Luo Qinghuai stepped back in astonishment, but found that his head began to feel dizzy, and then his whole body became weak and his internal organs were in severe pain. He spit out large mouthfuls of blood. With the little consciousness he had left, he hugged Yu Lang tightly to prevent her from falling.

"As Ling Fengyue's junior, what did you, Luo Qinghuai, do?"

Hu shouted loudly, pointing his index finger at the tip of Luo Qinghuai's nose, "You are a waste! You only know how to hide in the sect and guard your little piece of land!"

"You are not worthy of being the leader of the Canglan Sword Sect!"

"You might as well die with your master!"

Luo Qinghuai's eyes were blurred, and he murmured to himself: "Should I die?"

"No!" Hu leaned close to Luo Qinghuai's ear and whispered, "It's the Tianqiong Sect, the other cultivators, and all those who have hurt you who should die. Why do you want to die?"

"All the immortal sects are dead, who is left? The only one left is the Canglan Sword Sect!"

"You should be alive. Only when you are alive can you rule the Immortal Sect and make everyone obey your rules!"

Luo Qinghuai lowered his head. He felt as if his soul was flying across the sky in a half-awake state, to a paradise where there was no death, no separation, only eternal joy and beauty.

"It's you." Hu said softly, and it lifted up its robe, taking Luo Qinghuai and Yu Lang, who had already fainted, into it.

After Luo Qinghuai was controlled, his flying swords also stopped moving and were all collected by Hu.

"No matter how many ghost skeletons there are, they are not as useful as these two..."

It didn't even glance at the Futian Army that was attacking the Tianqiong Sect, and flew straight towards the giant Brahma tree standing between heaven and earth. Now, it was time to reap the harvest.

But as soon as it approached, it found something wrong. For some reason, the Brahma tree began to wither! The leaves full of Taoism lost their luster and turned into garbage like wasteland. The whole tree was filled with death, and the tree was hollow and tottering. The Brahma tree died in such a short time!

Hu waved his sleeves towards the giant Brahma tree in disgust. An indescribable force descended instantly, completely disintegrating the entire tree.

It turned and left, it didn't matter, it was just that the tree died, it still had many ways to achieve that goal.