Games with fairies.

Chapter 120 The sense of existence is zero

The Demon Sect leader's voice was low, and there was no tone of accountability or questioning.

However, the moment he spoke, everyone present felt their hearts tighten and felt tremendous pressure.

Li Muyang, who had the lowest cultivation level, was more affected. Almost instantly, sweat dripped from his forehead and his body became tense unconsciously.

The terrifying aura of this high-ranking man, even if it wasn't directed at Li Muyang, frightened him.

Sensing Li Muyang's discomfort at this time, Yan Xiaoru frowned slightly.

She calmly turned slightly to block Li Muyang from the surging aura of the strong man.

Li Muyang felt a little more relaxed now.

And Yan Xiaoru, who was facing the aura of the Demon Sect leader alone, although her expression was haggard and the toxins were surging in her body, her eyes were as cold and indifferent as ever.

"...In that battle four months ago, I suffered a very serious injury. The poison of the female centipede in Centipede Ridge almost killed me."

"But even if I escaped death, I was not out of danger."

Gong Yanghong slowly stepped forward, landed in front of Yan Xiaoru, and said, "Is Elder Yan's injury serious?"

Because the person who decided to let the monsters from Centipede Ridge come to help him was the leader of the Demon Sect.

Although judging from the situation at the time, no one expected that the demons in Centipede Ridge would suddenly rebel.

"If I hadn't been lucky enough to fall into an ancient secret realm that day, my soul would have been crushed by the explosion of the Sun and Moon Pot."

"She detonated the Sun and Moon Pot before she died, which severely damaged my soul."

"If I hadn't persevered and finally managed to find a way out, I would have died ten thousand times!"

But being stared at by everyone, especially the cold and questioning eyes of the young elder Yan in front of him, Gong Yanghong's eyebrows twitched unconsciously.

The seventeen elders present were all stunned, and then looked at each other in confusion.

Yan Xiaoru looked at everyone present coldly, and finally looked at the master of the Demon Refining Sect coldly, and said: "In four months, you have searched the whole city, haven't you discovered that there is an ancient treasure hidden in the Demon Sword City?" Secret realm? Why don’t you open the secret realm and save me?”

Yan Xiaoru's eyes were cold and her tone was very unfriendly.

He was clearly an elder of the Demon Sect and had a mighty aura, but his expression was haggard and his body was weak. His face vaguely revealed a strong aura of death, as if he was about to die soon.

Gong Yanghong was silent for a few seconds, and then slowly said: "Is there an ancient secret realm in this city..."

"For four months, I was struggling with death."

Finally, everyone's eyes fell on Gong Yanghong, the leader of the Demon Sect.

He looked at Yan Xiaoru in front of him.

However, Yan Xiaoru's cold and confident questioning suppressed his momentum.

"Also, someone called Centipede Ridge to come to Demon Sword City to help with the fight. Why did these centipedes suddenly rebel?"

He originally subconsciously blamed his subordinates. After all, the ancient fairy sword was closely related. The other party suddenly appeared four months after his mysterious disappearance and should be questioned carefully.

"It wasn't until today that I took a breath and broke through the secret realm and escaped..."

At this time, I even needed the help of the outer disciple to stand firm...

His concern is false and his temptation is true.

But before he could continue to speak, Yan Xiaoru stretched out her hand with an expressionless expression.

Gong Yanghong's hand gently touched Yan Xiaoru's wrist, and he immediately sensed the sinister chaos inside Yan Xiaoru's body.

"...Thank you for your hard work, Elder Yan."

Gongyang Hong smiled coquettishly and retracted his hand: "I will immediately order someone to send the healing and detoxifying elixir to Elder Yan, and help Elder Yan heal at all costs!"

The situation inside Yan Xiaoru's body was simply scarier than what she said.

Not only was the soul injured, but the evil poison entered the body, and the poison had penetrated deep into the bone marrow and soul.

It is simply a miracle that she can survive to this day.

However, although the doubts are gone, there is one question that must be asked. "...What about the ancient fairy sword? Where is the fairy sword now?"

Gong Yanghong asked sincerely: "Have you been subdued by Elder Yan?"

So many people came to Demon Sword City just for the ancient fairy sword.

And Yan Xiaoru is the only witness who stayed at the end after witnessing the appearance of the ancient fairy sword. Everyone is concerned with the aftermath of the underground war and the whereabouts of the fairy sword.

Yan Xiaoru looked at him with cold eyes and said: "That day, the mother centipede from Centipede Ridge took advantage of the chaos and wanted to die with me. She blew herself up and released the demonic poison, and then detonated the sun and moon pot. I was forced into a desperate situation."

"I can only watch the ancient sword fly away."

"As for where the fairy sword flew to and where it is now, I don't know."

Yan Xiaoru looked back and saw that the crack in space behind her had disappeared.

No one present could sense the existence of the secret realm.

Among them was Yan Xiaoru, who had just come out of the secret realm.

She said: "But you can go look for it in the ancient secret realm where I have lived for the past four months."

"It's just that I don't know where the entrance to the secret realm is. It's just a coincidence that I came out."

"Perhaps it can reproduce the power of the Sun-Moon Pot explosion at that time, which can shatter the space and open the secret realm... You can try it forcefully."

Yan Xiaoru's tone was indifferent and she simply explained the cause and effect.

Anyway, she didn't see the fairy sword and didn't know its whereabouts.

Hearing her answer, all the elders were a little disappointed.

But I don’t think it’s strange either.

With Yan Xiaoru's strength in the Divine Ascension Realm, he might be able to trap an unowned fairy sword without anyone interfering and drag it until reinforcements arrive.

However, under the self-destruction attack of the Demon King of Centipede Ridge, no one could neutralize the demon king's attack and stop the leaving fairy sword at the same time.

Even Gong Yanghong, the leader of the Demon Sect, could only allow himself to suffer less injuries than Yan Xiaoru.

Yan Xiaoru said that she saw the fairy sword disappear and her whereabouts were unknown, which was in line with everyone's guesses.

Because if the fairy sword had been left behind, Yan Xiaoru, who was seriously injured and on the verge of death, would never have been able to survive until now.

Everything Yan Xiaoru said was reasonable and in line with everyone's expectations.

Although the loss of the ancient fairy sword is a pity.

The leader of the Demon Sect sighed and said: "First, help Elder Yan go back to recover from his injuries... Elder Yan, please go back to recover from your injuries quickly. As for the rest, just leave it to us."

"Starting immediately, expand the search scope to outside the Demon Sword City."

"Order all disciples to go out and search the mountains outside the city, not to miss any clues."

"Perhaps the ancient fairy sword escaped into the mountains outside the Demon Sword City."

Gong Yanghong ordered.

Yan Xiaoru, who was seriously injured, was helped away by Li Muyang.

After receiving the news about Yan Xiaoru, these elders lost interest and turned around and left.

After four months of searching, they had already given up. The news brought by Yan Xiaoru after her appearance made little progress.

As for the outer disciple next to Yan Xiaoru... not many of the Demon Sect elders present would care about an outer disciple.

When Li Muyang helped Yan Xiaoru leave the stage, almost no one looked at him.

The outer disciples were as insignificant as ants in such a situation.

Li Muyang's sense of existence is close to zero.

(End of this chapter)