This girl is a streetwalker in the demon world

Wu Baiquan fell headfirst in the tunnel, and what was even more unfortunate was that something heavy was pressing down on him!

"Ouch!"

He tried to get up, but found helplessly that he was in pain all over and had no strength to push away the guy above him!

"Mingjue! Are you shocked? You've become such a freak after eating vegetarian food!"

Another person in the tunnel heard someone calling his name, and reflexively kicked the "ground", stood at attention and responded: "Hello, Master! I'm up!"

"Ah!" At the same time, Wu Baiquan's screams were deafening, echoing continuously in the narrow tunnel, and the lingering sound was lingering in the air.

……

Mingjue put his hands together and kept "worshiping" Wu Baiquan, who was covered in wounds, muttering: "Buddha, I have never thought of hurting anyone. The injuries of this Taoist friend were really not caused by me. I hope you will understand..."

Wu Baiquan was already furious, and after hearing Mingjue shirking responsibility, he became even angrier. He pointed at Mingjue's nose and cursed, "You are really sick. You pretend to be righteous, but you beat me up like this! Do you have any conscience? Is there any justice in this world?"

Wu Baiquan was a chatterbox to begin with, and now that Mingjue had been exploited by Wu Baiquan, he talked even more. His mouth was like a machine gun, firing wildly, to the point that even Mingjue, a monk who chanted sutras every day, felt annoyed. He squatted aside, covering his ears and muttering, "Buddha, what the master said is true. There are people who are better than you. There are always better things. This person's sonic attack is so terrifying that I can't even defend myself. It seems that I need to continue to hone myself..."

After Wu Baiquan cursed for a while, he finally got rid of the anger in his heart. After taking some healing medicine, he began to think about their current situation.

Previously, that madman Lin Du detonated the talisman in the underground palace and almost killed all the disciples of the five major sects. Wu Baiquan really suspected that Lin Du was a traitor, otherwise who would do such a thing?

Fortunately, Wu Baiquan was smart enough. At the critical moment, he commanded his "mount" Mingjue to take him into the hole under the throne and escaped the disaster.

"Oh, I just don't know how the others are doing..." Wu Baiquan snapped his fingers, and a light flashed before his eyes. The "night vision" allowed him to see the surroundings clearly in the dark.

"Luckily, I'm well-read and have learned a little bit of everything. If I were like Shao Shuang'er, I might have to use the most primitive method to light a fire." Wu Baiquan looked around and found that this was a straight corridor with countless hideous and bloody murals painted on both sides, which amazed him.

Wu Baiquan kicked Mingjue, who was still crouching beside him, and scolded him, "Brother, stop squatting. Guess where we are now?"

Mingjue raised his head, his eyes were bright, and they emitted a golden light in the darkness. This was one of the secret magical powers of the Rulu Temple - the "Pupil of Illusion" that could see in the dark and see through the disguises of monsters. This magical power was usually only mastered by monks who had practiced for decades. Who would have thought that Mingjue, at such a young age, could actually know this trick?

Wu Baiquan taunted, "Didn't you say you only practiced defense? What's glowing now is a lantern?"

"No, no." Mingjue shook his head and explained, "Daoyou's definition of cultivation is too narrow. What I cultivate is the Indestructible Vajra Body, which naturally includes all parts of the body, including the eyes. This is just the result of my physical training."

Wu Baiquan rolled his eyes and said, "I don't care about you. You are mentally ill."

After saying this, he was about to go forward to investigate, but was stopped by Mingjue with a serious face. He said to Wu Baiquan: "Daoyou, please do not speak evil words. Today, Mingjue is feeding the demon with his body just to follow the example of the Venerable. But there are so many good people in the world, please..."

"Wait a minute, what does 'feeding the devil with one's body' mean? Huh?"

Mingjue also knew that he had said the wrong thing, so he quickly shut up and smiled at Wu Baiquan. He pointed forward and took a few steps forward on his own, intending to explore the tunnel.

"Hey! You'd better explain it to me clearly!" Wu Baiquan was angry again. It seemed like he had vented all the anger he had accumulated over the past ten years since he met this bald man.

"Hush!" Unexpectedly, Mingjue stopped walking instantly, squatted down and checked something on the ground. He said solemnly: "Daoyou, there are traces here."

"What traces?"

"Someone was fighting here!"

Wu Baiquan became alert, took two quick steps to Mingjue's side, and whispered, "Before, only my unlucky junior sister came here."

He took a deep breath, drew out his two swords and held them in his hands. He looked at the corridor in the distance that seemed to extend infinitely with a serious expression, and continued to say to Mingjue: "She won't act rashly. Something must have happened to her! I must go save her!"

“Calm down!” Mingjue didn’t expect that this seemingly unreliable guy would suddenly become tough. He held Wu Baiquan’s arm and explained, “I just saw someone use magic here, but I didn’t see any signs of injury. There was only a small trace of magic, and it disappeared quickly.”

"Let's look ahead first."

The two continued to move forward following the traces of the magic. After walking for nearly an hour, Wu Baiquan suddenly stopped and asked Mingjue, "Do you feel anything strange?"

"what?"

"Where does this tunnel lead to? Why can't we see anything after walking for so long?" Wu Baiquan asked, "And why do we have to follow this path?"

Mingjue rubbed his chin blankly, his expression serious. After a period of deep thought, he said shockingly: "Why don't we just smash the wall?"

"That's right!" Wu Baiquan snapped his fingers again and laughed, "I knew you understood me! We have hands and feet, why should we be fooled by the guy who designed this thing!"

He pointed his sword at the mural in front of him that showed the Immortal Emperor ruling the world and his ministers celebrating, and said to Mingjue, "That's it, let's fight quickly and decisively."

Then, everything was silent.

Wu Baiquan stared at Mingjue, who was completely motionless, and asked in a voice several degrees higher: "Monk! What are you doing?"

Mingjue spread his hands innocently and replied, "You know, I have only ever practiced defense and don't know how to attack. Shouldn't the Canglan Sword Sect, who is the best at attacking among the cultivators, be the one to handle this?"

Wu Baiquan glared at Mingjue fiercely and took several deep breaths before suppressing his anger. He walked to the mural with two swords in hand, and his whole body turned into a breeze and flowing clouds. He danced the pair of light swords perfectly, cutting, slicing, stabbing and other moves on the mural as if he was risking his life. After a puff of dust, he stopped and turned around. Like a real man, he never looked back at the battlefield.

Mingjue opened his mouth wide and looked at the scene in front of him. He was so shocked that he didn't know what to say!

"Oh, are you scared? This is my power."

Mingjue stopped talking and burst into laughter instead.

Wu Baiquan turned around angrily, only to find that the walls of the tunnel were almost intact. He had just performed a set of handsome sword moves, which only scratched the painted coating on the surface. The bricks and stones behind it just had a few more scratches, but other than that, they were of no use.

He lowered his swords, feeling deeply shocked, and forced a smile: "Ha, ha..."

Mingjue originally wanted to comfort him with a few words, such as since you are already very powerful, why don’t you go back to the sect and practice more, but he seemed to have seen something extraordinary.

"I knew it. I'm just an ordinary disciple. No matter how hard I try, I can't compare to Li Feiling, An Ling and the others..." Wu Baiquan muttered to himself in frustration, but was interrupted by Mingjue's shout: "Wu Baiquan! Look here! It's all...all blood!"

Mingjue was seen gushing out from the "hole in the wall" cut by Wu Baiquan, and soon spread to the ground. He was so scared that he took a few steps back and chanted "Amitabha" in a low voice.

Wu Baiquan walked forward, picked up a little blood and sniffed it, then said with a sharp look in his eyes, "This is human blood! The person has been dead for a long time!"

He suddenly felt a little chilly, and stroked the "wall" that looked like sand on the surface, cursing in a low voice: "Fuck, what the hell is this place..."

Mingjue was no longer in the mood to correct Wu Baiquan's swear words. He looked at the still bleeding "walls" with compassion and recited one prayer after another for them.

At this point, the two of them finally understood what the devil was on earth. It turned out that such a long corridor was made up of countless corpses!