This girl is a streetwalker in the demon world

An Ling stopped in front of Shi Tongming and questioned Chen Yangjiao of Xinyue Pavilion in a cold voice.

"Do you really think that there is no one in my immortal way?"

Lord Xu, who was sitting on the side of the platform, raised his eyebrows. "Immortal Path"? Could it be that the immortal sect had slipped through the net?

The news that Canglan Sword Sect temporarily turned against the government and joined the Futian Army has long been no secret. It is said that Luo Qinghuai, the Sect Master of Canglan Sword Sect, took the lead in attacking the remaining immortal sects and abducted and detained most of the immortal sect monks. Daxuan lost the suppression of the immortal sects, and Bu Tiansi was summoned back to the imperial capital to guard the emperor. For a time, demons were rampant in Daxuan and everyone was in danger.

This was also the reason why Lord Xu acquiesced to the construction of the Crescent Moon Pavilion in his jurisdiction. Instead of allowing demons to attack the city, it would be better to reach a cooperative relationship with the Crescent Moon Pavilion and let their fate be linked with that of Liyang City. When the demons invade, they can also protect this small city.

He was just a mortal who could read two books of poetry. When he was a child, he had fantasized that he had the talent to become an immortal and could study at Shanhai Academy, learn skills and help the world. Unfortunately, he was not the one favored by God.

In this world where demons are rampant, the philosophy of survival for ordinary people like Lord Xu is to stay out of the spotlight and to accept one's fate.

If you stay out of the spotlight, you won't annoy people who have great power but extreme personalities. It's like encountering two mad dogs fighting on the road. The wisest decision is to take a detour and leave.

No matter what, the lives of mortals are never in their own hands. Sometimes, the aftermath of a spell that accidentally flies over your head can easily take the lives of those around you.

Numbness is the philosophy on which people of this era rely for survival.

But no matter what era, there are always people who want to dream.

An Ling stood in the middle of the platform with a sword in hand, her eyebrows furious. She asked, "Chen Yangjiao, do you really think that the New Moon Immortal is a good god?"

Chen Yangjiao understood that this was another person looking for trouble. He dusted off his exquisite robe, smiled, and replied, "If it's not a true god, then how could money fall from the sky?"

"You used the name of the New Moon Immortal to amass wealth, and concealed the harm done by the New Moon Immortal. You have already become his accomplice in harming people!"

"In the past two days alone, two hundred people have died in Liyang City because of the New Moon Immortal! What explanation do you have?"

Chen Yangjiao's heart skipped a beat. Didn't he do it very secretly? How could this person know so much? He said stubbornly, "This is just your one-sided statement. Your sect was destroyed by the Futian Army, so you start to envy the noble Xinyue Immortal!"

Chen Yangjiao suddenly raised his voice and shouted to the people in the audience: "This person is here to rob the New Moon Immortal! She just can't bear to see us realize our wishes, so she deliberately made up this story to confuse the public!"

"We never see anyone die!"

An Ling snorted coldly and said in a sarcastic tone, "Of course. How can a dead person come here and listen to you talking nonsense?"

"you!"

"Think about it! There is no such thing as pie falling from the sky in this world!" An Ling pointed at Chen Yangjiao and said loudly, "Is the money you gave to this liar really enough to pay for the value of those wishes? The so-called incense money is just an excuse for this liar to make money. The real wish is not that simple!"

"Have you ever seen dead homeless people and beggars in the streets?"

Everyone couldn't help but recall those pairs of empty and dull eyes.

"Before the ceremony was completed, the Crescent Moon Immortal did not dare to take lives wantonly, and only selected some marginal people who had no relatives or friends to kill!"

"Liyang City is far away from the war, and there has been no famine or malaria recently. Why did so many people die?"

"Think about it, has life really gotten better since this Crescent Moon Immortal came to Liyang City?"

Chen Yangjiao suddenly interrupted An Ling's speech. He said in a cold voice: "I just want to ask you one thing. Do you dare to say that the blessing of the Crescent Moon Immortal is fake? Didn't the wish come true? Didn't the money come in hand? Didn't the seriously ill people get cured?"

"Everyone is looking forward to the blessing of the Crescent Moon Immortal, except you! And these two flies are making trouble here!"

"You are the only ones who are wrong!"

"You are nothing but short-sighted and sinister villains. You become jealous when you see others become successful and want to destroy everyone's aspirations!"

Chen Yangjiao is indeed a charlatan and the number one cult leader in Liyang City. With just a touch of his lips, he can confuse right and wrong and is extremely inflammatory.

"Everyone, don't you want to make another wish to the Crescent Moon Immortal? Has one wish been fulfilled?" Chen Yangjiao waved his hands and shouted, "We need the Crescent Moon Immortal! We don't need destroyers!"

"Shout with me! Crescent Moon Immortal! Crescent Moon Immortal...uh!" Chen Yangjiao was still trying to set the pace, but before he could finish his words, he was kicked in the back by An Ling and fell face down on the ground!

An Ling finally got angry. She knew that she was alone and powerless now, and she had no solid evidence to prove that death would happen to everyone. Human nature is very mean, and as long as the whip doesn't hit them, they don't feel pain!

There were two people in An Ling's group, and one of them had fainted. They alone could not change everyone's minds.

Well, if logic doesn't make sense, just use the universal rules of this world!

An Ling's eyes were shrouded in black mist. She chuckled and shook her head, and pushed the Broken Stars out of the sheath with her thumb. In an instant, countless sword lights that could not be seen by the naked eye covered the entire statue of the Crescent Moon Immortal.

She still stood there, pushing the hilt with her thumb, as if the Broken Star had never been out of the scabbard.

Everyone looked up belatedly, only to see countless cracks suddenly appear above the statue of the Crescent Moon Immortal. Just when An Ling completely returned the sword to its sheath, a roar like a mountain torrent resounded throughout the entire Liyang City!

The head of the Crescent Moon Immortal fell first, and was split into countless small pieces in the air and fell to the ground.

Then, the entire statue collapsed, thunder roared at dawn, and rocks exploded!

The exquisite and beautiful stone was blown outward by the explosion in the center, and just as it was about to fall on the heads of the audience below the stage, it stopped strangely.

An Ling slowly raised her face, holding up countless fragments of the statue with her right hand. She walked step by step to Chen Yangjiao, who was frightened to the point of peeing his pants by the huge rock above his head, and asked everyone politely, "The rock is about to fall. Do you want to pray to the New Moon Immortal so that he can save you?"

Chen Yangjiao certainly knew the mechanism of the Crescent Moon Immortal. A person could only pray for one wish to the Crescent Moon Immortal. The realization of the universal wish was just a bait. When the time came and the rice was ripe, it would be completely harvested.

He cursed inwardly. This man suddenly attacked him and caught him off guard!

"Faith? Brainwashing? Planning?" An Ling laughed, "I was so wrong that I even fantasized about convincing you with reason."

"In this world, only power is the most universal thing."

"I want to see when your Crescent Moon Immortal will come to save you."

Chen Yangjiao looked at the huge rock above his head. He felt that if he waited until it fell, he would be turned into a pool of meat paste. His teeth chattered and he crawled towards An Ling using his hands and feet as if waking up from a dream. Then he kowtowed to An Ling several times and lamented, "Please spare my life, Immortal! I won't dare to do it again!"

"What are you afraid of?"

“I don’t dare…wait…what is that thing…Ahhhhhhhh!”

Chen Yangjiao's head exploded completely in front of An Ling. The blood and brain matter that spurted out mixed together, dyeing the entire altar red.

An Ling looked up at the moon as if she sensed something.

A sword piece as crystal as jade flew out from Chen Yangjiao's neck and fit perfectly with other fragments to form a beautiful ice crack sword.

Under the full moon, the two of them were riding the wind with their sleeves fluttering, like immortal messengers flying out of the Moon Palace.

An Ling said softly: "It still lets you deal with me."

There were two sword cultivators, a man and a woman, with sullen faces and sword energy wrapped around their bodies. An Ling was very familiar with the woman's appearance. She was the master who guided her on the path of cultivation and also her role model - Yu Lang.

The man was probably only about twenty years old, with a handsome face that was so perfect that there was no flaw in it, and An Ling could hardly see any familiar shadow in him.

How An Ling hoped that this was just a young swordsman she had never seen before.

But the ice-cracked sword and sword intent in the man's hand made An Ling's heart ache.

This is their suzerain.

Luo Qinghuai, the leader of Canglan Sword Sect.

He also did not hold back and absorbed the souls, allowing himself to return to youth.

An Ling stood in the wind, eyes full of sadness, but...

"Today, I won't give in an inch."