Gong Cang replied, "Yan'er, let me take another look." Leng Yan opened the communication again after hearing this. Gong Cang then looked at the densely packed red bugs for a long while before finally saying, "I've never seen this kind of bug before. I'll go look through the ancient books to see if there's a solution."
Leng Yan rubbed his forehead tiredly and asked, "How long will it take?"
Gong Cang replied, "If we're lucky, it'll take at least a day." And a day outside the Secret Realm is equivalent to about half a month inside the Secret Realm. Leng Yan said, "It's too late. Let's think of other ways."
Speaking of this, Leng Yan suddenly thought of Zhi Rong. When she first met Zhi Rong, she saw a bloody hole on her scapula. She probably had been in this blood pool. At that time, Zhi Rong was seriously injured but did not notice these red bugs.
It seems that Lu Qingan should have the antidote in his hands.
Thinking of this, she took out the book and released "Lu Qing'an", then held him in her hand and penetrated the powerful spiritual sense into "Lu Qing'an's" spiritual sense.
As Leng Yan began to search Lu Qing'an's soul, because Leng Yan's consciousness was many times stronger than Lu Qing'an's, Lu Qing'an's defense collapsed in a short while, and he let out a scream.
But as he searched, Leng Yan's brows furrowed. After searching the soul, Leng Yan casually threw the black energy of "Lü Qing'an" to the book and said calmly: "Here you go."
When Na Shu heard this, he happily swallowed the black mist in one gulp. Then Leng Yan lowered his eyes and looked at the blood pool again. At this time, everyone outside was a little scared of the blood pool. Seeing Leng Yan set his eyes on the blood pool again, they looked away in fear.
Discussing a solution with the people around him, Leng Yan finally spoke at this moment: "There is only one antidote, and it was delivered by someone."
When these words were spoken, everyone was stunned at first, and then they realized what Leng Yan meant.
The antidote was delivered to "Lu Qing'an" by someone. Even "Lu Qing'an" didn't know what the antidote was made of. If he knew, he could have prepared it on the spot. But now no one knows its ingredients, and it seems that "Lu Qing'an" doesn't know who the person behind the scenes is.
Finally, Leng Yan lowered his eyes slightly, and the Hanyue Sword appeared in his hand. He walked to the disciple closest to him, cut off the chain that locked his scapula with the Hanyue Sword in his hand, and then gently grasped the man's shoulder with his other hand and pulled him out of the pool of blood.
This was the only simple thing she could do at the moment. She used the same method to pull out the other disciples and made them lie beside the blood pool.
Those disciples lying in a circle around the blood pool gave Leng Yan the feeling of being sacrificed, wait, sacrificed.
Thinking of this, Leng Yan slightly lowered his wrist and blasted out a sword energy to lift up the "blood water" in the blood pool, then froze it into ice and solidified it in the air so that it could not fall. Then he looked intently at the bottom of the pool.
As expected, there was a formation painted with an unknown red pigment at the bottom of the pool. The moment they saw the formation, everyone outside the secret realm took a deep breath.
As Leng Yan expected, there was a sacrificial formation drawn at the bottom of the pool, and those disciples were obviously the sacrifices.
Leng Yan ignored the shock of the people outside the secret realm and the words that cursed the people behind the scenes as unscrupulous. She felt a headache when she saw the disciples' bodies being bitten to pieces.
She could even see something moving under the gnawed wounds, causing the flesh to move as well.
For a moment, Leng Yan's heart was filled with murderous intent. The next second, the communication jade slips of everyone outside the secret realm suddenly disappeared, and then Leng Yan's cold voice came from it, "A bunch of trash."
Those people looked a little embarrassed. Well, they were called waste. But why did they feel a little good? Especially the word "waste" that was emphasized on purpose, and the last ending tone was a little rising, which made the ears numb.
Leng Yan, who was in the secret realm, cut his wrist and squeezed the blood into a disciple's mouth. He also used his spiritual power to stimulate the blood to flow through the disciple's body. He then stopped the bleeding and began to observe the disciple's condition.
After a while, some insects were seen crawling out of the disciple's body and crawling towards the blood pool. Some remained in the disciple's body and did not come out. Leng Yan fed the disciple some blood again, but the insects still did not come out. Leng Yan was slightly stunned.
His blood actually had limitations on the effect of these bugs, and could only drive out a small portion of them, not all of them.
It seemed that simply feeding her own blood to her disciples wouldn't work, so she had to think of other ways. Leng Yan then looked at a group of insects crawling rapidly towards the blood pool. She squatted down, picked up a few, and crushed them to death with her fingers. Looking at the rising blood mist, Leng Yan brought her finger to her nose and sniffed.
Then she understood. No wonder these disciples fainted. It turned out that these insects would turn into blood mist after death, and this blood mist was poisonous. She estimated that most of these disciples had not fainted when they were captured and locked in the blood pool. They also killed many of these blood-colored insects and did not notice the rising blood mist.
When they noticed it, the blood mist was already very thick. They were poisoned and fainted, and the blood flowing out of their bodies fed back into the formation at the bottom of the blood pool.
Thinking of this, Leng Yan called Jun Wu in her consciousness. After receiving a response, she asked Jun Wu to bring Zhi Rong down.
I originally wanted Zhirong to rest for a while to heal his injuries, but it seems that this is not possible now.
After Jun Wu agreed, Leng Yan fed blood to other disciples again. The disciple who was fed blood first had a slightly better complexion. Unknowingly, Leng Yan had lost a lot of blood. His lips were a little pale and his complexion was not very good.
His vision was still black from time to time, and just then he heard the rustling sound of animal scales scraping against the ground in the distance. Leng Yan looked over and saw that it was indeed Jun Wu, with Zhi Rong lying on his back, asleep.
Jun Wu came in front of Leng Yan and rubbed his head against Leng Yan first, then put Zhi Rong on the ground.
Leng Yan walked forward, squatted down, and gently shook Zhi Rong's body. Not long after, Zhi Rong woke up. When she saw Leng Yan, she weakly called out, "Master, what's wrong?"
Leng Yan's complexion wasn't looking very good, and she took some rejuvenation pills before Jun Wu arrived, which made her feel better.
She looked at Zhirong and asked, "Do you remember what was in the antidote you took?" Since Zhirong was the saint of the witch clan, she must be well versed in pharmacology.
Zhi Rong thought for a moment before answering, "Master, I don't know what the antidote you're talking about is, but if I really took it, I should have taken it while I was unconscious. I only remember being thrown in front of you when I regained consciousness."
After hearing this, Leng Yan looked at Zhi Rong and asked: "Can I take some of your blood?" Zhi Rong agreed without hesitation.
Leng Yan pierced Zhirong's fingertip and took out a few drops of blood. After careful examination, she found that the effect of the medicine had long since faded and there was no residue in the blood.
With the mentality of giving it a try, Leng Yan took some more blood and dripped it into the mouth of a disciple, but found that it still had no effect.
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