This girl is a streetwalker in the demon world

"Ten thousand ghosts knock on the door and cry in unison, iron hooves trample people's pillows."

Qi Yunfu used fire as ink and her body as a pen in the air, reciting strange poems, and summoned an army of evil spirits from the endless dark fire above the wilderness. However, the creator of such a terrifying scene seemed like a pure and flawless god, so holy and merciful. She lowered her eyebrows and said to An Ling who was in shock: "What is heaven? What is man? What is heaven? Everything is just poor people who are caught up in the wrong thoughts and fighting each other. They are kidnapped on the vigorous chariot. As the saying goes, one general's success is the result of the sacrifice of thousands of people. Has anyone ever pitied the lives they paid for it?"

"An Ling, do you still remember the mirror ghost in Tianxing Mansion?"

The appearance of this long-forgotten name made An Ling silent for a moment. As a cultivator, she had an extraordinary memory and immediately realized that the mirror ghost was referring to the monster that was invited to the home of a rich man to exorcise when she was patrolling the streets of Tianxing Prefecture. She still remembered that it was a resentful woman in the mirror.

"With black hair tied up, red nail polish on hands, all kinds of tenderness in the heart, I tell it to the person in the mirror. The jade dew meets, and we will grow old together. I don't want to wake up from this beautiful dream, and the peach blossoms are just blooming on the branches. Red clouds condense on the battlefield, and broken spears gather in the Black River. Many rivers and mountains have collapsed, but how many dead soldiers have ever returned? What is most regrettable is that spring cannot be retained, and the twilight dyes the beauty. The monsters and ghosts are waiting for the dry bones to return, and the spring is still there in the dream." Qi Yunfu looked at the Futian Army in history that was constantly invading the reality, and recited softly.

"The husband of this mirror ghost was a member of the Futian Army. One became a demon ghost in the mirror, and the other became dry bones in the tomb. Although alive, they are still dead." Qi Yunfu slowly closed her eyes, and a crystal teardrop fell down, as if a bodhisattva was shedding tears out of pity for all living beings. She continued: "Mother and son, husband and wife, friends... Stories like this are not rare in the past ten thousand years? Tell me, are these correct?"

An Ling looked solemn, she knew very well how powerful the ghost skeletons were. Even if the ghost skeletons were "drawn" out of thin air by Qi Yunfu, they could swallow up a city in an instant. She would never let Qi Yunfu go on. She jumped high into the sky with a bright moon on her back. Since they were going to compete in numbers, don't blame her for using "Falling Stars" again!

An Ling visualized the star map in her mind, and skillfully guided the river of sword intent to flow through the tip of the sword. She stepped on the wind and danced the thirteen basic sword techniques in the air. The surging sword intent like a vast ocean impacted every meridian of An Ling, and finally, like a river flowing into the sea, it poured into the broken stars with an unstoppable momentum.

An Ling is a talented learner. The first time she completed this move, she needed to practice the basic sword technique ten times. The second time, she needed seven times. But now, she only needs four times!

When the first horse hoof made of blue fire stepped onto the land of the real world, An Ling's swordsmanship was ready!

The star field descended here, covering an area of ​​hundreds of miles!

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Mu Yu looked at the star pattern that suddenly appeared beside him, his heart pounding. He kicked down the stupid guard who was still marveling at the beautiful scenery, and rushed to Lu Xiuhong, ready to take him away directly. Unexpectedly, Lu Xiuhong stopped him very seriously this time.

Lu Xiuhong stared at the blue fire in the distance. He was just an ordinary man who knew a little martial arts. He couldn't see through the blue fire and see the scene in the center of the battlefield from such a long distance. But for some reason, at a certain moment, the blood in his body began to boil, as if there was something there that was deeply attracting him.

He murmured, "What is this feeling? Why do I feel like my whole body is burning..."

Mu Yu quickly grabbed Lu Xiuhong's wrist to check on him. After a moment, he let go of his hand, and his heart was filled with turbulent waves. He couldn't believe his own judgment and said to himself, "It's impossible... How could he... appear here..."

Upon hearing this, Lu Xiuhong grabbed Mu Yu by the collar and angrily said, "What do you know? Tell me now!"

Mu Yu was embarrassed. This matter was very complicated. He didn't know whether he should tell it or not. He stammered, "This matter... This matter needs the permission of His Majesty before I can tell you..."

"Your Majesty? Ha!" Unexpectedly, after Mu Yu brought up the emperor, Lu Xiuhong became even more arrogant. He sneered, swung his sleeves vigorously, and whispered to Mu Yu in a grim tone: "At this time, the imperial capital is probably already preparing for the funeral. You'd better understand who your future master is."

Mu Yu shuddered all over, looking at Lu Xiuhong in disbelief, whose eyes were full of ambition and desire. Could it be... Could it be that he dared...

A wave of grief suddenly welled up in his heart, knowing that Lu Xiuhong would disregard human ethics and kill his father and abandon his love for the sake of profit and power. He, Mu Yu, was just a small official. Could he still resist his power?

Mu Yu sighed and waved his hand to set up a soundproofing spell to prevent others from hearing the secret conversation between the two.

Mu Yu said: "Have you heard of the dragon vein?"

"Is it related to the painting that Qi Zhankou presented two years ago?"

"Yes," Mu Yu said, "Dragon veins are formed by the earth's energy, gathering the power of humanity, and have incredible abilities. Those who win the hearts of the people will gain the dragon veins, and those who go against the will of the people can be killed by everyone. Therefore, the dragon veins have become the proof of the rulers of all dynasties. But ten thousand years ago, since the Immortal Emperor disappeared with the Futian Army, the world... the world has never had an emperor who can control the dragon veins."

Lu Xiuhong heard something fishy. He looked at Mu Yu suspiciously and asked, "Are you saying that my Great Xuan is not orthodox?"

Mu Yu lowered his head deeply, not daring to say anything, almost agreeing with this statement.

Although Lu Xiuhong was irritable and easily angered, he was not a man of courage without strategy. Hearing this, he did not react much. He just sighed and continued to ask, "So, my father repeatedly sent the Astronomical Observation Department and the Land Surveying Department to various places for investigation, right? I thought he wanted to build a dam and dig a canal, or select a mausoleum."

Mu Yu clasped his hands together and rubbed them constantly. Oh my God, he was really just a small official. After hearing such outrageous words, would he be silenced?

"So, it's for the dragon vein." Lu Xiuhong smiled, with great irony in his smile, "What's the use of knowing the existence of the dragon vein? Is he worthy of being the emperor?"

Mu Yu looked at his nose with his eyes and his heart with his nose, treating himself as a transparent person.

Lu Xiuhong suddenly felt a surge of joy, and he grabbed Mu Yu's hand, and asked nervously, "What did you see just now? Did the dragon vein descend upon me?"

"Uh... this..." Mu Yu said intermittently, "No, no, the dragon vein has been in the Lu royal family since the beginning, because the dragon vein will automatically lock onto the person with the strongest power to unite people's hearts in the current world, that is, Your Majesty, and then radiate from Your Majesty to relatives with the same bloodline, ah, that is, Your Highness, this is also called dragon energy, which can improve the qualifications of the royal children to a certain extent."

"But..." Mu Yu gritted his teeth and blurted out the most important things: "The complete dragon vein must be activated by the Human Emperor Seal in the hands of the previous emperor. The Human Emperor Seal represents orthodoxy, and after the disappearance of the Immortal Emperor, the Human Emperor Seal was also lost. Therefore, for thousands of years, both the cultivators and the royal family have been frantically looking for the location of the Immortal Emperor's Tomb. Any treasure is a gimmick to attract stupid people to die. What people are really looking for is actually this Human Emperor Seal that represents orthodoxy. With it, you can get half of the dragon vein's recognition and gain unexpected abilities. This is another power besides absorbing spiritual power. The cultivators are crazy about this, but so many years have passed, and no one has ever found the real Immortal Emperor's Tomb, let alone the Human Emperor Seal."

"And your blood is boiling, probably because there is a human emperor's seal ahead."

Lu Xiuhong suddenly widened his eyes. He received too much information at once, and his mind was in a mess. He covered his chest, looked at the blue fire in the distance, and whispered: "Could this be my destiny? Am I the emperor of the world?"

Mu Yu flattered him immediately, "Congratulations, Your Highness! It's really easy to get it! The Human Emperor Seal that countless people have been trying to find for thousands of years has appeared before your eyes. It seems that it sensed your aura and revealed its true appearance!"

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Thousands of miles away on the ox cart, Yaxun was braiding Ji Shengchu's hair out of boredom. Suddenly, Ji Shengchu cried out. Yaxun thought she had hurt him, but unexpectedly, Ji Shengchu took out a palm-sized black square from his chest pitifully, pointed at the square and said, "It's so hot."

Xie Kurong, who was driving the carriage, heard this and pressed down the brim of his hat, and whispered: "It seems that war is about to begin."