This girl is a streetwalker in the demon world

"Three bows! The New Moon Immortal ascends to heaven and becomes a saint, rebuilding the Great Dao!"

Chen Yangjiao chanted prayers like he was singing scriptures, and the silver trees on his head rustled along with his movements. The leaves and birds on the trees seemed to come alive to accompany him. The silver ornaments and the bright moonlight complemented each other, and the light danced between the silver trees, full of strange and gorgeous beauty.

"Three bows! The New Moon Immortal ascends to heaven and becomes a saint, rebuilding the Great Dao!"

Everyone followed Chen Yangjiao and shouted in unison, then simultaneously held long incense sticks in their hands and worshiped towards the white stone statue of the Crescent Moon Immortal.

At this moment when the vast majority of people sincerely believed in the Crescent Moon Immortal and earnestly looked forward to His coming, the bright moonlight of the full moon night finally broke through the vague barrier of clouds and sprinkled evenly on the earth. However, in Liyang City, there was only one thing that was more dazzling and holier than the moonlight!

That is - Crescent Moon Immortal!

The low sound of chanting sermons buzzed in my ears, and layers of chill slowly crept up my back illuminated by the moonlight. When it reached the back of my neck, I couldn't help but shiver.

"Om..."

The sound of flapping wings, like the buzzing of a bee, mixed with the low and strange chanting, appeared intermittently, and only a few people could catch it.

People who were originally full of respect and faith suddenly felt a little scared. Why did they always feel a sense of rejection in their hearts? It was as if their subconscious mind had been warning each of them of the danger ahead.

Isn't it said that the Crescent Moon Immortal is full of love and light and is here to save the world? Why... is it so weird?

At the same time, all the statues of the Crescent Moon Immortal in the entire Daxuan were illuminated by the moonlight of the full moon night, bursting out with extremely strong white light. No one could look directly at it, and no one dared to look directly at it!

Because this is the glory of the true God, the light of God that comes from the origin of the world!

The true God of Heaven, who has controlled time for trillions of years, has finally crossed over ten thousand years and returned to the world!

"Sing my true words, and let us ascend to bliss together!"

Hu... No, we should call him "New Moon Immortal". Wearing an intricate white robe engraved with all the magic in the world, the New Moon Immortal walked out of the dark room barefoot, looking up to absorb the endless light of the moon.

After the real "sun" disappeared, the only thing that inherited the divine power of heaven was the full moon above our heads.

However, the power of the moon was intercepted by the villain and lost its former magical power.

The Crescent Moon Immortal smiled and felt the brightness of the clear moon.

Ah, what a familiar power, what a wonderful feeling, everything is back, everything will be back on track!

The Crescent Moon Immortal, shrouded in moonlight, slowly ascended into the sky. With a beautiful face and perfect body, everything about her was as flawless as the god she once was!

He clearly felt that there was something that had been missing and was being pulled into his body from the southeast.

Crescent Moon Immortal shook his head gently in ecstasy, Asura, I will become the most complete one!

……

"Gege ge..." Besides the strange sound of chanting, what Shi Tongming could hear most clearly was the crazy friction of his own teeth.

What am I doing? Am I crazy?

Shi Tongming no longer had the arrogance and anger he had when he first set out. All he had was anger towards creatures whose life levels were higher than his own...

fear!

Yes, the only thing left in his mind was boundless fear.

Fear, like black mud that corrodes bones, grabbed Shi Tongming's ankles and slowly pulled him into the quagmire of despair. He could only watch helplessly as he was captured by fear and eventually became part of the nightmare.

Beneath the fear and nightmare is despair with no light!

Shi Tongming was still afraid. As a spiritual creature, every cell and every soul in his body was clamoring for submission and fear.

He was very sure that this was the real God!

Shi Tongming wished he could prostrate himself on the ground and use his life and self-esteem to become a plaything of the gods.

He thought so and did it.

Shi Tongming slowly bent down, and the chisel that had been tightly held in his sleeves began to slip off...

Just when the chisel was about to fall, a loud shout successfully awakened Shi Tongming's mind!

"Evil heretics!"

Just when everyone was immersed in the glory of the Crescent Moon Immortal, a girl in a bright yellow Taoist robe and a Taoist crown suddenly jumped out of the crowd and chopped at the statue of the Crescent Moon Immortal with the peach wood sword in her hand!

But before she could get close to the statue, she was strangled by some strange force. Due to suffocation, the peach wood sword in the girl's hand fell to the ground. She tried in vain to pry open the "hand" that was strangling her throat, but she couldn't touch anything at all.

Her chubby cheeks were flushed red, her little hands were waving weakly in the air, and her big round eyes kept rolling upwards, as if she was about to die.

Shi Tongming stared blankly at how the girl who dared to resist was tortured by the "god". Tears could not help but flow from his eyes as he looked at that young face. This girl was just as old as Yaoyao used to be...

Yaoyao?

Shi Tongming covered his forehead in pain and slapped it continuously, trying to pull himself away from the painful memories.

Yaoyao, Axin, Langdi...

I am sorry for you, I am too cowardly and can't protect you...

"Uh..." The girl's struggling strength gradually weakened, her legs hung down limply, and her little face turned purple.

Everyone witnessed the tragedy and watched a young girl with a strong sense of justice being strangled to death in public.

No one spoke up, and no one offered a helping hand.

Who knows if they will be the next ones to be strangled to death?

Are you willing to let others manipulate your destiny throughout your life and become a puppet of God?

Or are you willing to shed your blood, draw your sword and strike at the stronger one, just for the sake of justice?

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!" Shi Tongming clutched the chisel and rushed towards the statue with red eyes!

After a brief pause, he successfully arrived in front of the statue.

Looking at the statue that was like a white torch, Shi Tongming closed his eyes and relied on his intuition as a stonemason over the years. Holding the tool that had accompanied him throughout his life, he rekindled his passion that had been dormant for countless years and accurately stabbed the statue's right foot!

"Kara..."

Time seems to stand still at this moment.

In the countless years that followed, the painting "The Stonemason and the Girl", which was painted by a master painter based on historical records, has been recorded in history along with this story!

……

In the Daxuan Realm, among the thirty-three light pillars that constantly intersected and reflected with the moonlight, one light pillar suddenly went out for no reason, causing the Crescent Moon Immortal, who was still absorbing the moonlight, to suddenly stop.

A crack appeared on the originally flawless face! Just like a flaw appeared on a fine porcelain, turning the porcelain that should have been a priceless treasure into waste in an instant.

The Crescent Moon Immortal, who was connected to countless statues of gods, had a trickle of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth. He turned his gaze to the end of Liyang City and after a little thought, he understood what had happened in this remote place of Liyang City!

"Ah—Shura!" Crescent Moon Immortal roared towards the sky!

But once the God's Descent Ceremony began, it could not be interrupted. He could only gather the remaining thirty-two rays of faith with anger and force himself to calm down.

"Asura must be trying to interrupt my God's Descent Ceremony. I can't lose my composure!"

"Luo Qinghuai, Yu Lang," the Crescent Moon Immortal called out to his followers. Looking at the two people kneeling on one knee in front of him, he couldn't help but smile and ordered, "You two, quickly go to Liyang City in Sanyi Prefecture and kill everyone in the city."

"Yes."