This girl is a streetwalker in the demon world

Countless evil spirits poured out from the deepest and most evil depths of hell and pounced on the delicious and warm flesh and blood.

They were dark, translucent bodies with sharp white fangs, and unclear features, with only a few hollow heads. Their torsos were slender, like skeletons, but their bellies were very round. They must have been people who were starved to death that year.

They were very hungry. They had long lost their spiritual power and could only struggle in the desolate underground, spending the remaining time before the strong winds scraped their bones and tore their flesh.

But now, the Yang world, which they had been waiting for for countless years, finally had a crack opened. They rushed in with ecstasy, greedily sucking every inch of fresh life.

It was a boundless blood-red color, covering up the prosperity in this day that was as dark as midnight, leaving only endless pain and torture.

An Ling was panting heavily as she looked at the city in front of her which had completely turned into a ghost town. Her blood was boiling with anger and sadness, and she even vomited a mouthful of blood.

She looked at Mingjue in disbelief and shook her head slowly, "How could you...how could you do such a thing?"

Mingjue, however, clasped his hands together compassionately, and looked at the evil spirits with endless sorrow in his eyes. "Donor An, everything is determined by fate. If you want to debate with me, I welcome you anytime. And I only have one word to warn you."

Mingjue shed two lines of tears and said to An Ling: "All sins are on us. This is an extraordinary move. If it weren't for this today, how could these people escape from your palms? They will just become stepping stones on your road!"

"So, they should thank you?" An Ling asked back.

Mingjue's body floated into the air, and his bones emitted a bright white light.

An Ling took a step back cautiously, not knowing what he was going to do next, but she saw Mingjue clasping his hands together and chanting the Buddha's name loudly: "Namo Amitabha! Today, I will follow the example of the enlightened one and go to hell. With my own sins, I will save thousands of sentient beings!"

He smiled and chanted scriptures. In the white light, his body gradually disintegrated and shattered, from the skin to the muscles, and then to a skeleton holding a bowl and emitting the Buddha's light of salvation. For some reason, even though he looked like this, everyone could still feel Mingjue's presence.

Mingjue's voice rang in An Ling's ears: "The matter that the donor has been worried about can be resolved today."

what?

Soon, An Ling knew what Mingjue had done.

Mingjue realized that this was sacrificing himself!

When his body was disintegrating, there were people who attacked him. Several monks took action, but their magic was bounced back. It was obvious that Mingjue's sacrifice could not be interrupted.

After the evil spirits from hell devoured all the mortals in the imperial capital, the white bones transformed by Mingjue hung high in the air, emitting light that illuminated the earth instead of the sun and the moon. In this light, all the evil spirits were influenced, gradually breaking away from their original forms, and were refined into the most primitive and pure souls. All the monks present could not help but emanate a spontaneous feeling of kneeling from the bottom of their hearts, as if the other party was a real Buddha in the world.

The young dragon swimming in the sky seemed to be inspired by him and flew towards Mingjue, but it was not absorbed by the bowl. Instead, it kept flying around the white bones.

Mingjue gently stretched out his bony hand and led countless star-like souls back to the Yin-Yang Gate. The entire imperial capital seemed to have turned into a sky full of stars, dazzling and eye-catching.

At this point, no one could interrupt his self-sacrifice, and no one was qualified to interrupt.

——Except this!

"Little friend, you seem to have forgotten something."

As soon as these words came out, a power higher than Mingjue’s martyrdom descended. The powerful and inexplicable pressure pressed all people and souls to the ground, and they were wrapped in heavy white hair.

Hu's voice resounded in every inch of the imperial capital. It was the embodiment of the entire city, able to make clouds and rain with a wave of its hand. It could protect the city from the rampage of demons, but it could also easily destroy it.

The Futian Army that attacked the imperial capital were its subordinates, and the Butiansi that guarded the imperial capital were its slaves.

Over the past few hundred years, it has already integrated itself into every inch of the city. In other words, the imperial capital is its dojo!

In the territory it has arranged for hundreds of years, whether crying or laughing, it all happens with its permission!

Hu has no real body. It has had countless identities: the National Master of Dayi, the Seven-Star Immortal, the Crescent Moon Immortal, the White-haired Man... All of these are just reflections like mirages, baits floating on the endless sea of ​​suffering.

After all, it is just a ball of clear air, a ball of magical air.

During the time with the Crescent Moon Immortal, it had wanted to use the power of the Great Mysterious Dragon Vein and the faith of the mortal world to shape a divine body for itself so that it could achieve true godhood. However, unexpectedly, one of the key nodes was destroyed by An Ling, causing the ritual to fail completely.

But it doesn’t matter, it is the original pure energy, which means it does not have only this one path to take, it has many options.

Aren’t the young dragon Canglan and the pure souls of hundreds of thousands of people in front of it one of them?

With them, it will be truly complete!

An Ling and the others were pressed to the ground, vomiting blood crazily. They felt as if their internal organs were crushed and their bones were shattered. They were constantly repaired by the monks' powerful self-healing ability, but then destroyed again, and this cycle continued. They were in unbearable pain.

But what frightened them even more was that threads of magic circuits gradually emerged from the surface of the imperial capital. They gradually lit up, extending outwards from the white tower until they surrounded every part of the imperial capital.

"This is..." the candle holder reluctantly said, "The Grand Master's sacrificial formation. As long as the formation is activated, uh... everyone in the formation will be sacrificed and refined into the tower!"

Guo Zichou said angrily: "Then you... still help him work!"

Unexpectedly, a fanatical look appeared on the face of the candle holder. He shouted: "It is an endless blessing to die for the state master! I am willing to become the nourishment of the state master!"

It's crazy!

Except for Bu Tiansi who was severely brainwashed, everyone else looked stunned.

Is the world crazy, or has it always been crazy, and they're just now getting the chance to see it?

Mingjue in the sky was still pulling with Hu, but it seemed that he could not hold on for much longer. As soon as he let go, the souls that were originally going to enter reincarnation would become nutrients for Hu and form the foundation for him to ascend to the throne of god!

Mingjue's merit bones gradually exploded, and even if he used all his strength, he could not withstand Hu's power.

An Ling hurriedly asked: "Where are the other monks in Rulu Temple? They should be waiting outside!"

Mingjue smiled bitterly and said, "Except for the few remaining masters who act as fire starters, the rest are in my hands." In his hand was pointing to the human bone bowl.

It turns out that in order to realize the ideal of Rulu Temple, they did not hesitate to send Mingjue to snatch the fragments of the Heavenly Dao hidden in the underground palace, and sacrificed himself, using the power of the entire temple to refine such an evil treasure!

"Why are you doing this..." An Ling would never understand the thoughts of the monks in Rulu Temple, just as she never understood the rules of this world.

In boundless pain, she began to wonder why she came here and why she had to endure the double torture of body and mind.

Finally, the pain would soon be over, and she just felt her life slipping away.

Soon, I will come to accompany you, and I will also become a part of this starry sky...

An Ling was in a daze, and she only felt the broken stars in her hand getting hot. The burning pain woke her up for a moment. When she opened her eyes again, she saw a flash of white in front of her.

She looked up and saw an extremely ordinary figure, but it looked very familiar, but somehow, she couldn't recognize it...

An Ling slowly fell asleep. Before she passed out completely, she faintly heard a sentence: "It's over, Emperor Shitian."