This girl is a streetwalker in the demon world

It was a baby dragon.

At this moment, it was cruising over the imperial palace.

An Ling murmured to herself: "Dragon... Dragon Vein... Imperial Palace..."

"Put down your weapons immediately!" Someone shouted angrily, but An Ling did not react at all and was still immersed in her own world.

The chanting of a spell sounded behind him, and from then on, later comers also joined the team chanting the spell. Their voices became louder and louder, like the sound of a huge bell. Along with the dizzying chanting, countless runes floated into the air, echoing with the spell circuits on the ground. The invisible spell threads between heaven and earth weaved into a spell cage that only targeted An Ling.

More monks came, and I'm afraid all the monks in the imperial capital have come here.

Looking at the white cage that was shrinking tighter and tighter, An Ling suddenly laughed and clapped her hands, "So that's how it is! Now I really understand."

She smiled and looked at the enemies around her and asked, "Do you understand?"

They did not answer, but instead strengthened the spells in their hands, hoping to catch An Ling.

An Ling sighed and shook her head, "It is true that people are easily deceived by the surface of things. Do you know what you are fighting for and what you are fighting with?"

She took a step forward, and the sword energy surging through her body cut off everything within ten feet around her.

Whether it was the spell cage, the soldiers' shields, the monks' spell shields, or the people, they were all annihilated by An Ling's move.

An Ling looked around, looking at those young and experienced faces, and shook her head and said, "You guys go away. I don't want to kill anyone."

No one retreated, and no one was afraid, because they were warriors of Daxuan, and even if they died, they would shed the blood in their chests on the battlefield.

"Okay." Since they have made up their minds, she can't give in anymore.

An Ling slowly raised the Xiangzhu Sword. She had only one thought in her mind - if she killed people with the Xiangzhu Sword, at least their souls could be reincarnated again. If she shattered the stars, there would only be complete death.

At this critical moment, Shao Shuang'er's voice rang out in the distance. She said loudly: "According to the order of our emperor, all of you must retreat a hundred feet from here."

One hundred feet? Wouldn't that be outside the palace?

None of them dared to refute Shao Shuang'er's order. After all, the Queen was doted on after returning to the palace. Even Prime Minister Wei had to give her some respect. What's more, the Shao family was behind her.

But they did not move. They were loyal to Daxuan and the emperor whose surname was Lu.

At this time, Lu Xiuhong appeared. He stood beside Shao Shuang'er and said calmly, "Listen to her!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

……

Everyone left the palace, and only a few people were left standing in the dim Qiankun Square.

An Ling lifted her sleeves and wiped the sword. She said coldly, "Power tastes really good, doesn't it? Seven Stars Immortal?"

Neither Shao Shuang'er nor Lu Xiuhong, who was being controlled by her, said a word.

A slight sigh came from the ground, and strands of white hair emerged from the ground, soon weaving into a white-haired man.

The white-haired man took out a pitch-black mask from the void, covered his face with it, and then used his spiritual power to weave a symbolic robe for himself with his white hair.

It smiled at An Ling and said, "Hello again, An Ling."

An Ling sneered and said, "Even if you turn into ashes, I will recognize you. What should I call you? Hu? New Moon Immortal? Seven Stars Immortal? Or Emperor Shitian?"

The white-haired man replied, "To me, a name is just a ripple in the endless river of time. In fact, no one should have a name, because having a name means sinking into the world, and being bound by the name. In the end, you will become one of the crowd and will never be able to understand the great way again."

"You sound so nice, but everything you do is just to satisfy your own desires!" An Ling said, "You have long been a member of the human race. No, you are several times more depraved than the most morally corrupt person."

The white-haired man was stunned for a moment, then suddenly burst into laughter. He put his hands on his hips and shook his head at An Ling like a real person, saying, "Oh my, you're the only one who said this to me for so many years. When other people see me, they always respectfully call me 'immortal', but you insist on calling me 'human'?"

"You have too many emotions," An Ling said, "It's not as...emotional as you are."

The white-haired man sighed, "What should I do? An Ling, you are so smart, why don't you teach me?"

An Ling retreated vigilantly. Asura once said that it was transformed from the original turbid air and was born dull, ignorant and heartless, while its compatriot was the opposite. Indra, or any other name, was transformed from the original pure air and was born with knowledge.

Whatever it says, it should not be believed.

The white-haired man wanted to say something, but An Ling said coldly: "You just want to use yourself to delay time. Your goal is probably the dragon in the sky, right?"

The white-haired man tilted his head and smiled, "I guessed right, but so what?"

An Ling drew her sword and flew forward, wanting to strike before the young dragon was captured. Unexpectedly, the white-haired man raised his hands and blew away all the floor tiles of the palace. Countless white hairs poured out from the ground, wrapped around An Ling's ankles, and pulled her down.

An Ling turned in the air and cut off the white hair, but the white hair seemed endless, rushing towards An Ling like a vast ocean.

An Ling gritted her teeth and fought fiercely with him, while waiting for an opportunity to escape from this sea of ​​white hair.

What on earth is it trying to do? Why is it holding me back?

An Ling was thinking about it, but her hands didn't stop moving.

At this time, a mournful cry was heard from the sky. The sound was like that of a horse or a cow, like the cry of a whale at sea, and like thunder in a storm.

Someone hurt the baby dragon!

An Ling was distracted for a moment, and the white-haired man seized the opportunity. The white hair, as hard as steel, pierced straight into her shoulder and passed through her body!

"Ugh!" An Ling cut off the white hair in front of her body, and then pulled out the white hair that was still squirming in her body with force!

Blood gushed out, but thanks to the monk's body, the bleeding quickly stopped.

The white-haired man laughed and said, "An Ling, I was able to attract this young dragon thanks to you!"

An Ling attracted the stars and blasted a large area of ​​Baifahai. Hearing this, he angrily said, "What does it have to do with me!"

"Do you still remember the never-ending thunderclouds on Canglan Mountain?" asked the white-haired man.

"What do you mean!" An Ling suddenly had an ominous premonition.

"Clouds come from dragons, winds come from tigers, and dragons are born with the ability to drive away thunder and lightning," said the white-haired man, "Except for the useless dragons in the Shiwan Mountains, the only real dragons in the world today are found in Canglan Mountain."

“Canglan Sword Sect… hehe, it really is worthy of being the sect left behind by that woman.”

"If you hadn't changed the formation of the Tower of Babel after you succeeded me as the sect leader, I wouldn't have been able to attract a real dragon so easily."

An Ling recalled her previous experience of returning to Canglan Mountain and was silent for a moment. It was a dilemma. Either the entire sect would perish under the siege of the Futian Army, or the magic formation would be changed to attract heavenly thunder to resist the enemy.

"So, you concentrated the power of the Futian Army to attack Canglan? That's why you controlled the Sect Master and Master and made them do those things?"

"It's just that the winner takes all."