Leng Yan looked at his face and said word by word, "Your Highness the Demon Clan, Xiao Jun'an." Xiao Jun'an smiled when Leng Yan mentioned his identity and said to Leng Yan, "Since Fellow Daoist Leng already knows my identity, I won't introduce myself. What do you think of what I just said?"
Leng Yan looked at Xiao Jun'an and said, "You're already old, so don't make that expression. As for what you said, I refuse."
Xiao Jun'an's face froze. Leng Yan was the first one to say that he was old. He was only over 800 years old, so how could he be old?
Xiao Jun'an said: "It seems that you don't want to accept my invitation and then drink the wine instead." Leng Yan glanced at the demons in front of him. Xiao Jun'an, who had the highest cultivation level, was already in the Mahayana stage, while the highest cultivation level among the other demon soldiers was only in the early Nascent Soul stage. It seemed that the demons had invested a lot of money this time.
Leng Yan said nothing, but the Hanyue Sword in her hand emitted bursts of humming sounds, and frost began to appear on the sword. Seeing this, Xiao Jun'an waved his hand and the demon soldiers behind him rushed forward.
After Leng Yan killed half of the demon soldiers, Xiao Jun'an couldn't help it. He flew out of the sedan chair and raised his hand to strike Leng Yan from behind. Leng Yan dodged immediately after noticing it, but his arm was scratched by the demon soldier beside him, leaving a bloody mark.
Everyone outside the secret realm was trying to find a way to force open the secret realm. Everyone in the formation was anxious when they saw Leng Yan injured, but they had lost all their spiritual power and could not help.
In a corner where no one noticed, Luo Qingrou took out a porcelain bottle from her sleeve. She opened the cork and let out the poisonous insect inside. She made a hole in the formation, took the insect back and ran away.
After Luo Qingrou left, the formation returned to its original state. With the addition of Xiao Junan, Leng Yan had a hard time dealing with it. At this time, Xiao Junan's palm wind attacked from behind, and a demon's knife stabbed towards his chest in front. Leng Yan turned around without hesitation to resist Xiao Junan's attack.
Just when Leng Yan thought that the magic knife behind him would pierce his body, Leng Yan heard the sound of the blade piercing flesh from behind. Leng Yan turned his head to look, and when Leng Yan saw the situation behind him clearly, his pupils shrank slightly.
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