This girl is a streetwalker in the demon world

After An Ling took over the position of the leader of Canglan Sword Sect in Liyang City, he went back to Canglan Mountain. At that time, Canglan Mountain was besieged by the Futian Army monks. The situation was very critical. Seeing that the mountain protection formation was about to be breached, An Ling proposed the idea of ​​attracting thunderstorms from the sky to resist the enemy. Although Bai Lin, who was in charge of the sect's formation, rejected this idea at the time due to the sect's rules, there was really no other way. He had to follow An Ling's method to attract thunder and repel the Futian Army under the mountain. However, as a result, the thunderclouds on Canglan Mountain actually dissipated and turned into a clear sky.

But she never imagined that all this was to make her step into the trap and release the real dragon above Canglan Mountain!

An Ling's eyes were bloodshot, and the sword in her hand became more fierce as her emotions exploded. She shuttled through the white hair, and countless hairs broke in the sky and scattered in all directions, as if an untimely heavy snow had fallen in this deep palace.

"Woo!" The young dragon in the sky screamed in pain again. An Ling's heart trembled when she heard the cry. She wished she could rush up and kill all the people who hurt the young dragon.

The white-haired man was also very anxious, he set up the scheme just to get the real dragon, the news released before was just to confuse Asura and make it shift its focus to the Human Emperor, but no matter what, these so-called "royal families" were nothing more than the most inferior substitutes, even if all the royal family members of the Lu family were sacrificed, it would not be worth a drop of blood of the real dragon.

The white-haired man controlled the white-haired creatures to besiege An Ling. He had to hold An Ling here, otherwise, if he let her go up, everything would be over.

For this reason, it did not hesitate to replace its original body into the city, just for today!

As long as it can get the dragon today, it can immediately perform a sacrifice in the imperial capital, activate the dragon vein that runs through the earth, and use the luck of humanity to help it become a god!

Unconsciously, An Ling's struggling strength gradually decreased, and the power of the sword soon weakened, which allowed the white-haired man to successfully catch her.

But the moment it touched "An Ling", it realized that this was just a clone! It couldn't even see through An Ling's magic!

The clone in front of him had a soul, a heartbeat, and spiritual fluctuations like a human, but it was six points weaker than An Ling and was definitely not the real person.

The white-haired man suddenly raised his head and looked at the sky covered with dark clouds.

Above the clouds, countless Taoist magic lights flickered continuously, as if the monks were fighting each other.

Around the young dragon, everyone who should have come came, and even those who shouldn’t have come came.

An Ling, one man and one sword, protected the young dragon.

The Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance was reorganized by the remnants of the Immortal Sect: Li Feiling, Mu Qing, Guo Zichou, and Ayimu who left Liyang City.

The composition of the Bu Tiansi side is the most complicated. There are real Daxuan officials, such as the monk Yuanniao and the scarred monk, the jailer Qiu Jiu, who had previously blocked Guo Zichou, as well as two evil cultivators who are mixed in and waiting for an opportunity to strike, and even the Futian Army that was brought into the imperial capital by the Seven Stars Immortal.

Except for An Ling, the people from the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance and Bu Tiansi had already fought for several rounds in the sky, but there was no clear winner.

And when An Ling arrived, everyone stopped tacitly.

The people of the Ten Thousand Immortals League looked at An Ling with complicated and even guilty eyes, while the people of Bu Tiansi were very alert because they had seen An Ling's portrait before and knew that she was the leader of the Hedao League that ruled a region in the southwest. This person had a profound cultivation level and her swordsmanship was even more extraordinary. Her appearance undoubtedly added a huge weight to the balance of the two sides.

I just don't know what she wants to do.

An Ling stood in front of the young dragon, took a deep breath, and took out the Canglan Order representing the position of the sect master. The young dragon indeed had a connection with the Canglan Sword Sect. After feeling the aura of An Ling's Canglan Order, he calmed down his restlessness and stayed behind An Ling obediently.

Only then did she see the appearance of the young dragon. It was a small white dragon with a golden body. The horns on its head had not yet grown fully. Its big head was swaying in the air, and its big eyes were rolling around, looking very intelligent.

"Alliance Master An, do you want this dragon too?" asked the masked Bu Tiansi, who was holding a white candle in his hand, in a cold voice.

An Ling was stunned for a moment. She felt that the man's voice was very familiar. She hesitated for a moment and replied, "It is a dragon from Canglan Mountain. I can't just watch you hurt it."

In fact, everyone had already understood a little after seeing the young dragon's closeness to An Ling. After An Ling said this, the atmosphere was briefly solemn, and then the candle holder continued: "What do you say? This dragon is a disaster to our Great Xuan Imperial Capital, and he should be executed according to the law!"

An Ling asked: "Do all of you want to kill it?"

Guo Zichou and Mu Qing looked away. Li Feiling was thinking about how to answer An Ling. Only Ayimu stood up and said, "An Ling, its blood can be used to refine the Panlong Pill. With this, we can fight back."

When the candle holder heard this, he sneered and said, "So you are the remnants of the Immortal Sect. No wonder you are so tyrannical and unjust. So today, why not take you into custody in the tower as well? This will also reduce the sins of the world."

An Ling sighed, stroked the head of the young dragon that had been arching against her back, and said, "You have all been deceived. Hu just wants to use you as pawns to clear obstacles for him."

"I must take it away intact today!" An Ling said coldly as he stroked the uneven patterns on the Broken Star Sword.

The Xiangzhu Sword was in the hands of the clone, and now it should have been thrown in the square. An Ling could only fight with the Broken Stars.

"Those who die under my sword will be completely destroyed, and not even their souls will remain," An Ling said, "Please move away."

Li Feiling bowed to An Ling and said, "The Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance should give Alliance Leader An a favor and give up this real dragon."

He paused, then changed his tone and said, "As a disciple of Canglan, I will obey the orders of the sect master."

The other members of the Ten Thousand Immortals League still looked unwilling, but they were all stopped by Li Feiling. Seeing this, An Ling also bowed and said, "Thank you, Senior Brother, for your help. I will definitely come to the Hedao League to drink three cups with me in the future... Humph!"

While the two parties were having a polite conversation, the others would certainly not just stand by and watch. Before An Ling could finish speaking, several spells were blasted out.

The candle holder held high the white candle in his hand and chanted some dizzying spell. The light of the white candle suddenly surged and covered dozens of feet in the field. In the candlelight, the eyes of the people in Bu Tiansi turned into complete darkness. Their movements became faster, their spiritual power became stronger, and all kinds of spells were released as if they were risking their lives, attacking An Ling.

An Ling's wrist trembled, and she drew a circle with the broken stars, and then drew another one outside the circle, and so on faster and faster. The vortex-like ring continued to pull the spells into it, until An Ling's sword light attracted all the spells, she turned around and waved all the spells away, returning them to the opponent.

The candle holder's pupils shrank slightly, and he shouted and retreated, but he didn't expect An Ling's sword to arrive soon, and stabbed his throat with a ghostly sword!

To die!

Time seemed to slow down very slowly, so slowly that the candle bearer could actually see the patterns on the Broken Star Sword.

An Ling frowned, switched from stabbing to cutting with the sword, and cut off the white hair that was blocking the candle holder's body.

The clone did not exist for long, Hu finally came, flying to the battlefield above the clouds with white hair like a waterfall, and saved his left and right arms in time.

The candle holder said happily: "Grandmaster! You are here!"

Imperial Master? Everyone was stunned. It wasn't like no one had called Seven Stars Master that in private before, but calling him "Imperial Master" in person...

But then, An Ling's sword left them no time to think about the question of address.