Games with fairies.

Beside the fire, Yan Xiaoru, who was weak in breath, spoke shockingly.

"Netherworld Demon Skill" is an ancient inheritance that Yan Xiaoru accidentally obtained, and it is the foundation of her life.

Even several of her direct disciples only received part of the inheritance.

She was able to become an elder of the Demon Sect at the age of 29, and this mysterious inheritance of ancient demonic skills was indispensable.

Now facing Li Muyang, this elder Yan actually took the initiative and wanted to pass all the "Netherworld Demonic Skills" to Li Muyang.

Li Muyang was stunned for a moment, almost suspecting that he heard wrongly.

"Uh...well, Elder Yan," Li Muyang hesitated and said cautiously: "Are you tired? Do you need to rest for a while?"

Not only was Li Muyang's expression cautious, but his tone was also much gentler.

He suspected that Elder Yan's brain was so burned that he became delirious and started talking nonsense.

But Yan Xiaoru looked at him with a cold expression. Although her breath was weak, her tone was very firm.

"...You just need to answer yes or no."

Yan Xiaoru's expression was cold and her eyes were as usual. She was obviously conscious and not talking nonsense.

Li Muyang was now convinced that Elder Yan really planned to pass on the magic power to him.

but……

"Elder Yan, we are now in a secret realm and our cultivation has been reduced. Even if you teach me the magic skills, I will not be able to practice."

Li Muyang spread his hands and said very reasonably: "As for what you dictated... I am very confident in my understanding and memory. I can't finish a book without more than two months."

What Yan Xiaoru said about teaching the skills is simply not feasible now.

Not to mention that if he follows her and memorizes the magic skills by rote, it will greatly delay Li Muyang's time to practice the Jinghong Sword Art.

This woman is about to die, and Li Muyang has less and less time!

Li Muyang was a little anxious and wanted to go back to the game immediately and continue practicing sword techniques.

But considering that Yan Xiaoru in front of him seemed to have some kind of mental problem, and worried that she could not think about it anymore and committed suicide in advance, Li Muyang had to put down the game and pay attention to this "empty nest elder" who was ignored.

He had a brief chat with Yan Xiaoru and wanted to ask why the other party suddenly wanted to pass on the magic power to him.

Are you worried that this magical power will be lost?

Yan Xiaoru looked at him with a cold expression and said: "It was just an accident that I obtained the "Netherworld Demonic Art". It would not be a pity if it died with me."

"It's just that you have been sleeping every day recently, sleeping all the time of the day... Are you tired of my nagging, so you are avoiding me? Or were you injured before and need to recuperate?"

Yan Xiaoru spoke coldly, but the question went straight to the core.

"Uh...this..."

Li Muyang was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect the elder to ask such a direct question.

He scratched his head and said: "It's not that he was hurt, nor was he bored. It's just simple boredom. There is nothing to do in this secret realm, and I can't practice. I can only sleep every day and pass the time. Sleeping is the fastest way to pass the time. "

"Maybe as soon as I close my eyes and open them, the sect master and the others will break open the secret realm and take us out."

Li Muyang casually made up a reason to fool him.

His behavior of falling asleep after eating every day is indeed a bit strange to outsiders.

After Li Muyang finished speaking, Yan Xiaoru glanced at him coldly, as if examining the truth or falsehood of Li Muyang's words.

After a few seconds, Yan Xiaoru nodded.

"understood."

After saying that, she got up and left, walking towards the outside of the bamboo forest.

This is the first time in the past few days that Yan Xiaoru, who is terminally ill, has left the fire.

Seeing that the woman who was almost unsteady about walking stood up and wanted to leave, Li Muyang was about to get up and catch up to persuade her, but Yan Xiaoru's cold voice floated over.

"I'm going out for a walk, you don't have to worry about me seeking death."

The woman's light words immediately blocked all Li Muyang's persuasion in his throat.

Looking at Yan Xiaoru's obviously weak and tired figure, but still determined to leave, Li Muyang scratched his head and didn't know how to evaluate it.

This female elder is always so aloof and has a standard of three things. It is impossible to guess what she is thinking.

Even when she buried herself in the soil, her expression was so calm and indifferent that she seemed to have no emotion at all.

It is said that women have deep minds, and the thoughts of Yan Xiaoru, an elder of the Demon Sect, are even more profound and difficult to fathom.

So Li Muyang didn't bother to figure it out.

Confirming that she would not seek death, Li Muyang temporarily put aside his worries, closed his eyes and continued playing games.

Yan Xiaoru's condition is getting worse day by day, and he must seize the time to practice Jinghong Sword Art as soon as possible.

At the very least, he must be able to skillfully use the Jinghong Immortal Sword, so that the sword can open the entrance to the secret realm and release the two of them.

In Nanjiang City in the game, Li Muyang carried the humanoid master's head and started killing, practicing the Jinghong Sword Technique.

Several hours passed like this. When Li Muyang quit the game again and returned to reality, night was already falling in the secret realm.

In the bamboo forest, the light of the fire dimmed to the extreme, leaving only a few sparks in the ashes.

Fine snowflakes were falling in the bamboo forest, but Yan Xiaoru was nowhere to be seen.

After Li Muyang added some dry wood to the fire, he stood up curiously.

Usually when it's time for dinner, Yan Xiaoru, a foodie, will take the initiative to ask him to roast bamboo shoots without delay.

Li Muyang was used to being reminded. This time, he kept playing the game until night fell and then he opened his eyes, only to find that it was already past dinner time.

He rubbed his hungry belly and stood up in confusion.

Outside the bamboo forest, the snow is much heavier.

Amidst the white snow falling from the sky, the tombs of the Jade Fairy and her husband were nestled quietly in the snow.

The Jinghong Fairy Sword, which no one approached, stood quietly in front of the tomb, guarding the immortal couple.

And on the white snow ten feet in front of the tomb, there was a figure lying quietly.

It was Yan Xiaoru.

She fell face up into the snow, motionless.

The falling snowflakes kept falling on her body, almost burying her.

Li Muyang was shocked when he saw this scene and quickly ran over on the snow.

Although the woman lying in the snow had her eyes open and her breathing was steady, she seemed to be conscious.

But Li Muyang, who was familiar with Yan Xiaoru, understood that this woman was in a coma!

Her face could vaguely see the flow of dark purple aura, and toxins were flowing freely in her body.

When his fingers touched her body, she felt a bone-chilling coldness.

Not only was this woman unconscious, but she also lay in the snow for who knows how long. The body of the Divine Ascension Realm, which should have been immune to cold and heat, was now as cold as ice.

The double blow of poison and cold successfully broke through the woman's defense for the first time and made her unconscious.

Li Muyang hurriedly picked up the woman, carried her directly into the bamboo forest, and placed her next to the fire to increase the intensity of the fire to keep her warm.

At the same time, he called anxiously.

"Elder Yan? Elder Yan? Wake up!"

"Elder Yan? Yan Xiaoru!"

In the bamboo forest, Li Muyang's urgent shout rang out.