This girl is a streetwalker in the demon world

An Ling stayed in the camp like this.

In the past few days, she has been discussing the situation and the way out for their group with Mu Qing, Guo Zichou, Li Feiling and others.

"In any case, we need to ask for their opinions before making any decision." An Ling said.

Li Feiling frowned in embarrassment and sat in his seat without saying a word. Mu Qing half leaned against the bed, sighed, and said softly: "But what else can we do? Most of Daxuan City has become a battlefield for the restoration of the Futian Army. If it is true as you said, even the Daxuan Imperial City has been besieged for more than a month. We, a group of defeated soldiers, can only hide in the Shiwan Mountains and linger for a while to prolong our lives."

Guo Zichou stood up suddenly and said anxiously, "Are we just going to watch them kill people and grow stronger? They will eventually wipe out all the immortal sect cultivators! How long can we hide like this?"

"Master, we are a bunch of rabble and can't even defeat Junior Sister An, let alone a well-trained army of ghost skeletons and monks." Li Feiling said, "Junior Sister An, you said, have you been chased by them?"

An Ling sighed, "Yes, in order to seize power, Lu Xiuhong did not hesitate to seek the skin of a tiger and sold my whereabouts to the Futian Army. He knew very well that as long as I was alive, he would not be able to kill Senior Brother Lu, so he chose to stand on the opposite side of the Immortal Sect."

"After that, it was endless killing... until I realized my own swordsmanship in the battle, I killed all the tails and came here according to the guidance."

Mu Qing smiled and said, "The Sword of the East Sea and the Heavenly Female Sword Intention? The sword art that is born from the heart is indeed extraordinary."

"Yes... the Immortal Sword of the East China Sea..." An Ling said softly, "At that time, I was just about to meet the King of Hell. When I was on the verge of death, I suddenly recalled the scene of meeting my masters in the East China Sea when I was a child."

"What's your name?"

An Ling said softly, "The East China Sea is my hometown and the starting point of my cultivation journey. 'You' means a knight-errant, and it also refers to the ups and downs I have experienced while traveling around for many years. 'Xian' naturally refers to the Three Immortals of the East China Sea."

"This set of swordsmanship is to pay tribute to my masters. If it weren't for their kindness, I would have died under the claws of the sea monster long ago."

"Come and spar with me when you have time," Li Feiling said eagerly, "I consider myself a genius in swordsmanship, but I am only a few years older than you. I have not yet figured out my own swordsmanship."

"Okay, senior brother, you don't have to underestimate yourself. You have mastered all the sword techniques of the sect. I can't do that." An Ling said.

"I'll go notify them to gather and talk to everyone about what to do next." Guo Zichou suddenly thought of something, held the door with his right hand, and after thinking for a moment, he said to An Ling: "An Ling, no matter what, I hope you are well."

"How could that be?" An Ling said with a smile, "I've always been a very well behaved person."

……

After Li Feiling briefly told everyone what had happened, they fell into a rare silence, with countless thoughts racing through their minds.

"Everyone feel free to speak out your ideas, this will determine the future of all of us," said Li Feiling.

Yang Riying, the first radical, stood up. After a few days of recuperation, she looked high-spirited, confident, and sunny. With a vigorous and energetic spirit, Yang Riying said, "Is there any need to ask? Of course we are going to counterattack! As the saying goes, to catch a thief, we must first catch the leader. We can concentrate our forces to kill the imperial master of the Futian Army, and then the remaining remnants will naturally fall without a fight."

An Ling shook her head and explained: "The Great Bei State Master is not an ordinary person. We can hardly cause any harm to him."

"Where did you start talking about this?"

"I once encountered it during a hunt," An Ling recalled that crazy rainy night, and said helplessly, "It was immune to all attacks, and its body movements were strange and unusual. Before the Futian Army monks arrived, there was no way we could kill it."

An Ling knew Hu's true identity. According to Asura, Hu was just a ball of "gas" and was only connected to Asura's life. Unless they could kill Asura at the same time, they could destroy Hu, but this was totally unrealistic.

Yang Riying pondered for a moment, then asked, "How strong are the senior cultivators of the Futian Army?"

"You still want to use surprise attack and beheading..." An Ling carefully recalled what she had seen and heard, but could only shake her head helplessly: "I don't know exactly how many times, I was chased by a strong man with an axe. His strength was not as good as mine, but his combat experience and level... were completely different from ours. He had no so-called courtesy, righteousness, or morality. As long as he could kill the target, he would do anything."

"Do you understand? The enemies we are facing now are no longer stupid monsters, or fellow disciples who will stop at nothing, but ruthless people who are ready to take lives at any time by various means, just like the desperate criminals like the evil cultivators."

"And they don't have the cunning mentality of the evil cultivators who cower in order to save their own lives. They only know how to obey Hu's orders and keep killing."

Everyone sighed in unison, feeling deeply pressured.

Yang Riying asked again: "How is Daxuan doing?"

"We can't hold on any longer. The mortal army is dying one after another under the swords of the ghost skeletons. The battlefield is stained red with blood."

An Ling's words were like a bolt from the blue, hitting everyone on the head.

Yang Riying's morale did not drop at all. She kept calculating the strength of both sides, pacing and analyzing: "Although we are fewer in number, we can definitely behead the senior monks and civilian officials of the Futian Army! As long as we ensure that we have enough time to advance and retreat."

"As for the question you raised, An Ling," she said with a smile, "after all, we are the elites of various major immortal sects. How could we not have experienced real fighting? You underestimate us too much!"

Yun Qingzi stood up and raised her hand, saying, "Fellow Daoist Yang, if you want to organize an assassination, you have to count me, Yun Qingzi, as one of them!"

Fu Qingshan stood up silently without saying a word, but his attitude was clear.

After the two of them, almost all the monks stood up and looked at An Ling with fighting spirit. No matter what, they would not retreat.

"If we go out, there will be endless pursuit, and the peaceful life like now will be gone forever..." An Ling said.

"We have to die sooner or later. Instead of waiting to die, we might as well take the initiative!" Li Feiling also said loudly, "We have waited for this opportunity for too long."

"What?" An Ling was a little confused.

Li Feiling smiled and said, "Do you think we really want to live here forever? We have been preparing for the past two months and are ready to launch a counterattack at any time."

An Ling's eyes were filled with tears. They were all young and passionate!

Amid the noise, Yang Riying put his arm around An Ling's shoulders, stuffed a bottle of pills into her hands, and said with a smile, "An Ling, this is a cultivation pill, eat it quickly, this way our chances of winning will increase a little more!"

The moment she touched the bottle of the elixir, An Ling's excitement instantly cooled down. She stared at the "cultivation elixir" in her hand in disbelief, then looked up at the excited crowd and asked with difficulty, "This... this thing, do you all have it?"

"Of course! Doesn't every sect give this stuff to its disciples?" Yang Riying said happily, "After leaving the sect, we have used up all our cultivation pills. Fortunately, we have Ou Shen who knows how to refine cultivation pills, Ou Shen!"

The female disciple of the Tianqiong Sect who served as the camp doctor together with Murong Ziqiu heard Yang Riying calling her, and then smiled faintly, and her eyes met An Ling's sharp gaze.

She was a little confused. Why did An Ling react like that?

An Ling tightly grasped the cultivation pill and looked back at Mu Qing, Guo Zichou and Li Feiling. She was eager to get answers to her questions from them.

Mu Qing reluctantly transmitted his voice: "An Ling, this is the Immortal Gate. Even if we don't do it, we should not prevent others from doing it."

An Ling asked back: "Did you eat too?"

The three of them were silent. As early as when they realized that they could not defeat An Ling, they abandoned the belief that Canglan Sword Sect had always adhered to - now the situation is urgent, and they should take some "cultivation pills" to improve their strength and fight against the Futian Army.

Even they did this in order to quickly improve their strength, let alone the other Canglan disciples whose minds are not yet mature?

Silence is the answer, An Ling understood.

She broke free from Yang Riying's embrace and took a few steps back. She gently closed her eyes and opened her mind, this time focusing on observing the "qi" on them.

The result is obvious - a sea of ​​blood red.

No matter if it was the disciples of the Rulu Temple who chanted Buddha's name and recited scriptures, or the Yuehua Sect that worshipped the Moon God on the Beiming Sea, the Tianqiong Sect that claimed to be the leader of the righteous path, or... his own brothers and sisters - the disciples of the Canglan Sword Sect, they were all forever branded with an indelible blood stain.

"An Ling, what's wrong with you?" Yang Riying smiled sweetly. Her originally sunny and beautiful face looked so strange and ferocious in An Ling's eyes. "Hurry up and take the cultivation pills. Then we can discuss together how to defeat the Futian Army!"

An Ling smiled bitterly, gently placed the bottle of burning "cultivation pill" on the ground, and said softly: "It turns out that I am the only one who is out of tune."

She turned to look at Guo Zichou, the man who didn't dare to face her, and continued, "Uncle Master, I'm afraid I can't do as you wish."

Everyone realized that something was wrong with An Ling, and Yang Riying hurriedly said, "An Ling, if you have anything to say, just say it!"

"I'm sorry, I can't stay here." An Ling said, "But my heart will always be with you."

Amid the exclamations, An Ling flew into the air on her sword and said something to Ou Shen, who made the "cultivation pill". Ou Shen smiled faintly and replied, "I have lived a life without regrets."

An Ling nodded slightly, and then left the camp without looking back.

Only when people stick to the "bottom line" of being human can they be called "human beings"!

[Volume 8, End]