Leng Yan didn't answer, and the man continued, "I didn't see that he was the legitimate disciple you mentioned, but I did see that he had a bit of Wen Shi's madness."
Then the man looked at Leng Yan and said, "My name is Lu Qing'an. What's your name?" Leng Yan glanced at him and replied, "I don't have a name."
The man almost fell off the bed when he heard this. He suppressed his laughter and said, "I mean, what's your name?" "Leng Yan."
Lu Qingan then continued to ask: "You just said that you are not the disciple with a good family background. Why did you say that?" Leng Yan: "Because that's what I wanted to say."
Lu Qingan's face twisted for a moment, then he forced a smile and said, "I find you quite interesting."
Leng Yan stopped playing coy and said, "I want to take all the disciples in your dungeon with me." Lu Qing'an thought for a moment and finally said, "Okay."
"condition?"
Lu Qingan supported his face with one hand and looked at Leng Yan with a smile, saying: "I like beauties, so I am willing to tolerate them more."
The next second, the Hanyue Sword attacked, and Leng Yan's voice followed: "Then I will peel off your skin and give it to you."
Lu Qingan immediately dodged Leng Yan's spiritual sword, his expression turned cold, and he said, "I already promised you, why are you still going to attack me?"
Leng Yan sneered: "Do you think I can't guess that there is a trap in the dungeon?" Upon hearing this, Lu Qing'an no longer pretended. His hands turned into black claws and grabbed Leng Yan. Leng Yan dodged, and the claws grabbed the table beside him, and the wooden table was corroded with a sizzling sound.
Leng Yan dodged and swung the Hanyue Sword towards Lu Qing'an. Lu Qing'an fearlessly met the blow with his sharp claws. In a matter of seconds, the two had exchanged hundreds of blows. The room was in shambles, and the utensils had been shattered by the sword energy and claws.
While fighting, Lu Qing'an also took the time to mock Leng Yan, "You sword cultivators are stubborn. You just hold the sword and chop non-stop." "If your master Wen Shi was here today, I would be a little afraid, but you..." He snorted and laughed to express his disdain for Leng Yan.
Leng Yan's expression remained unchanged as the domain was opened the next second. Lu Qing'an was shocked by the biting cold and his movements slowed down for a moment. At that moment, he was hit by a sword on the shoulder, and the wound was so severe that the bone was visible.
Lu Qinglan gritted his teeth and looked at Leng Yan, "Top-grade ice spirit root." Leng Yan did not answer but pinched his fingers together. In an instant, the snowflakes in the area fell faster and more densely. Ice vines rose from the ground and chased after Lu Qinglan, and thick ice thorns grew on the ground.
Lu Qing'an not only had to prevent the snow from falling on him and leaving wounds, but also had to avoid ice vines and ice spikes that appeared out of nowhere. Soon, he had many wounds of varying sizes on his body, and Leng Yan had disappeared since entering the realm.
Just when Lu Qingan was struggling to dodge the attacks, he heard a voice in his ears: "Qing Yunlian." The next second, countless ice lotuses appeared in the air and fell along with snowflakes.
The coldness in Lengyan's territory was already chilling, and Lu Qingan's movements had already become stiff due to the cold. Now with Qingyunlian around, he was so angry that he almost cursed.
But before he could curse, a huge ice lotus knocked him to the ground the next second, followed by one lotus flower after another, and ice spikes on the ground seemed to have found their target and grew out from the ground.
At that moment, Lu Qing'an even felt that he was going to die. In the end, he gritted his teeth and had no choice but to give up this body.
As Leng Yan was watching, she suddenly saw a ball of black mist floating out of Lu Qing'an's body. Leng Yan immediately flashed and chased after it. The attack in the field no longer attacked Lu Qing'an's body, but instead chased after the black mist.
It was unknown how long it had been, and Leng Yan had chased off to some unknown place. Lu Qingan on the ground moved his fingers, and then slowly opened his eyes.
The next second, his pupils widened instantly, and he started to attack. Leng Yan's eyes met his, and when he opened his eyes, he said, "You're awake."
Lu Qing'an looked mechanically at Leng Yan's hand and saw a ball of black mist in her hand. Leng Yan saw him looking at the thing in her hand, and deliberately moved it closer so that he could see it clearly.
The next second, Lu Qingan's scream resounded throughout the entire area, and Leng Yan, who was closest to him, felt pain in her eardrums from the sound. Then, Bing Teng whipped Lu Qingan with a whip, and Leng Yan said in a cold tone: "Shut up."
Lu Qing'an shut up, but tears kept falling from the corners of his eyes. Leng Yan took out the book with black and gold outlines and placed the black mist in his hand on the book. The black mist was instantly swallowed up. Then Leng Yan looked at Lu Qing'an and asked, "Will you come out by yourself or should I use another method?"
Lu Qing'an closed his eyes in grief and anger, and the next second Leng Yan saw a ball of black gas larger than the one in her hand coming out of his body.
Leng Yan threw the book in his hand that he was still trying to swallow back into the space, then picked up the black mist with one hand, opened the field, and went out.
After exiting, Leng Yan, guided by the black mist in her hand, found the dungeon. After defeating the traps, Leng Yan finally saw the so-called dungeon. She threw "Lu Qing'an" to the book. Just as the book was about to swallow "Lu Qing'an" in one gulp, Leng Yan threatened in a leisurely tone: "If you dare to swallow him, I will call down thunder to strike you today."
The book was so cowardly that it saved the "Lu Qing'an" group after grouping it.
Leng Yan then began to look around the so-called dungeon. It was a huge pool of blood. All the disciples in the pool, whether they were disciples of the Qingyuan Sect or disciples of other sects, were locked to the pool wall with iron chains passing through their scapulas.
At this time, without exception, they all had their heads hung down, not knowing whether they had fallen asleep or fainted, their faces were pale without a trace of blood.
Leng Yan glanced around and, as expected, found none of the disciples from those sects. Leng Yan used her spiritual power to form an ice vine and placed it into the pool of blood. Instantly, a dense swarm of sesame-sized insects instantly clung to the vine.
Leng Yan looked at the ice vine, then at the other disciples. He guessed that once the insect climbed up, it would start to gnaw on the disciples' flesh and blood.
At that moment, Leng Yan's face was colder than ever before. The next second, everyone outside the secret realm could no longer see the scene inside the secret realm, and Leng Yan blocked the communication.
In the secret realm, Leng Yan looked at the pool of blood, then cut his wrist and dripped blood into it. The moment the blood dripped in, Leng Yan saw that small area in the blood pool sank at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The dead red bugs turned into red blood mist and diffused in the air.
Leng Yan's expression turned cold. The person behind the scenes knew the function of her blood. It was asking her to make a choice. Either watch these disciples being eaten by thousands of insects and dying in pain, or bleed to save them herself. But a glance at so many disciples showed that even if she bled all of her blood, it would not be enough.
Thinking of this, Leng Yan asked the people outside: "Does anyone know how to deal with this kind of insect?" When the people outside the secret realm heard this, they immediately started thinking. An elder first made a suggestion: "Master Leng, why don't you try using fire."
Leng Yan had just put out the fire and heard this and replied: "It's useless."
Then Leng Yan asked Gong Cang: "Gong Cang, do you know how to solve this problem?"
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