The Demon Lord Forced to Marry the Female Leader

They gently touched the spirit stone, and the door slowly opened, revealing the interior of the palace.

The interior of the palace was magnificent and filled with countless treasures, as if waving to people, "Come and take us away!" However, Fu Qian felt something was wrong. He took Chu Wan Ning's hand and quickly left the palace.

They stood outside the palace. Fu Qian took a deep breath and said to Chu Wan Ning:

"No! This is clearly an illusion! We can't be fooled by these treasures."

Chu Wan Ning nodded, she also realized this. She understood that they must keep a clear head and not be tempted by the scene before them.

The treasures in the palace seemed to be calling them.

Fu Qian and Chu Wan Ning decided to ignore those voices and return to the middle of the mountain. They needed to find the real palace.

Fu Qian said to her:

"Wan Ning, did you notice? We just mistakenly entered an illusion from the stream."

Chu Wanning held Fu Qian's hand tightly and nodded. From the moment they left, everything around them became weird and distorted, extremely scary. She replied:

"How can a palace that has been submerged in the sea for years have flowers and bamboo forests? It is normal for the palace to be covered with old and slippery moss."

Fu Qian nodded, and the illusion began to distort and deform. Everything became terrifying. He wanted to enlighten her and told her not to be afraid, so he praised her:

"Your analysis is correct, I think so too!"

In that twisted space, Chu Wanning and Fu Qian seemed to be in an endless maze. Everything around them was constantly changing, making them feel dizzy and confused. Their steps were heavy and difficult, and every step forward required great effort.

Fu Qian held Chu Wanning's hand tightly, his eyes revealing determination and courage. He knew that in this place full of unknowns, they must support each other and face difficulties together. He drew out the Xuanyuan Sword, and the sword body flashed coldly in the weak light, as if telling of the upcoming battle.

"Wan Ning, hold my hand tight."

Fu Qian's voice was firm and powerful:

"We have to cut through this illusion together!"

Chu Wanning nodded. Although her face was full of tension, her eyes were shining with determination. She held Fu Qian's hand tightly, giving him warmth and strength in response.

Fu Qian held the sword forward, and the Xuanyuan Sword drew a dazzling arc in the air. The sword energy was like a flash of lightning, instantly piercing through the distorted space around him.

The sudden strong wind blew the hair of the two people randomly.

As the sword energy dissipated, everything around gradually returned to normal.

They finally walked out of the strange illusion and found themselves standing in turbid mud. Looking around, they saw that the magnificent palace was gone. Instead, there was only a dilapidated palace covered with dry moss on the top of the mountain.

The two looked at each other and said tacitly:

"It's right this time."

Chu Wan Ning and Fu Qian came to the palace gate again. This time, the dilapidated palace door opened with a slight push. The palace was full of silt from the seabed. Unlike the previous illusion, there was nothing in this palace, and there was even an unpleasant smell of silt.

They walked carefully along the corridor of the palace, and the mud under their feet made a rustling sound. The walls of the palace were covered with seaweed and shells, giving people a desolate and mysterious feeling. They walked along the corridor and came to a spacious hall. In the center of the hall was a huge stone tablet with some ancient words and patterns engraved on it.

Wan Ning and Fu Qian approached the stele and carefully observed the words and patterns on it. They found that these words and patterns seemed to tell an ancient story about a legendary love. They realized that the palace might be hiding a secret, and this secret was hidden in the stele.

Chu Wanning asked:

“Who left this story?

Fu Qian shook his head and replied:

"These characters are not used by people on land. They may be used by people of the dragon clan."

Chu Wan Ning pondered:

"This place is so dilapidated, it can't be the Dragon Palace? Who is here?"

It is still unknown now, after all, Chu Wan Ning and Fu Qian do not understand the dragon clan's language.

Just when Wan Ning wanted to go somewhere else, a crisp clicking sound under her feet touched the hearts of both of them.

!

Again!

What is it this time?!

Both of them had very sensitive hearing, and they could only hear mysterious singing coming from all directions, and...

The sound of chaotic air flow.

With a "bang", the broken door fell off!

A large number of transparent sea souls poured in. These sea souls had different shapes, some were as ethereal as ghosts, and some were as ferocious as beasts. Such a large number made Chu Wanning and Fu Qian dumbfounded. Without time to think, they took up their swords to resist.

The sea souls rushed towards the two men regardless of everything and separated them. Even if Fu Qian used the Xuanyuan Sword to break the way, the sea souls rushed directly onto his blade without fear of death, one after another, leaving him unable to take care of himself.

Chu Wan Ning was pushed by Haihun and moved involuntarily until...

A square gap appeared on the ground, and Chu Wan Ning was pushed into it by the sea soul, falling straight down. She wanted to turn over, but unexpectedly, the sea soul also rumbled in and pushed her down.

Fu Qian saw it and chased forward desperately, but the ground returned to normal and the hole disappeared. The sea souls saw that they had succeeded, so they scattered and fled.

Fu Qian went crazy and used the Xuanyuan Sword to chop at the ground where Chu Wan Ning had just fallen. He dug several feet down and found solid ground! He hammered the ground with his bare hands in hatred, shouting Chu Wan Ning's name! He didn't care if his fists were injured and bleeding!

Suddenly, a special sea soul appeared beside him, and it could speak.

"Don't smash it, she's fine."

Upon hearing this, Fu Qian raised his head, his eyes bloodshot, and looked at the sea soul with a murderous intent to destroy the world. He pointed the Xuanyuan Sword at it and asked:

"Where did you take her? Return her to me now! If you dare to hurt her in the slightest, I will dig this place upside down and tear you into pieces!"

The sea soul chuckled, as if laughing at Fu Qian's words, and said slowly:

"She is in my hands now, stop threatening me! If you push me too far, I don't mind killing her right now."

The knuckles of Fu Qian's sword-holding hand were white. He suppressed his anger and said to the sea soul in a deep voice:

"Tell me, what do you want to do? What do you want me to do to let her go?"

The Sea Soul covered her mouth and giggled again. She was very satisfied that she had finally made this big guy listen to her.