The passers-by are vicious

Clouds gathered overhead, lightning and thunder flashed in the dark sky, and a man in white Taoist robes stood in a red formation. He did not stop casting spells even though his body was already stained bright red.

"Brother, are you really going to give up all your years of cultivation for her?" Duanmu Rong's face was full of disbelief, and she asked loudly.

It seemed that he did not expect that his respected and secretly loved senior brother would give up his status as the eldest senior brother of Shushan for a secular woman.

"Even if I have to sacrifice my cultivation and my identity, I will still save her. Even if I lose everything, I am willing to do so. I just want her to be safe."

The man called Senior Brother had a white Taoist robe that was rustling in the wind from the formation, and his handsome and cold face was covered with bloodstains.

But his obsidian eyes were full of affection as he looked at the woman in green in his arms, and he did not show the slightest regret even though his cultivation was being devoured.

"Is it really impossible to stop what is destined?"

Looking at this scene, Duanmu Rong shook her head unwillingly. Even though her heart ached, she couldn't just watch her beloved brother being swallowed up by the formation in front of her.

She desperately activated the magical weapon, the Nine Nether Bell, left to her by her mother, and sacrificed her own flesh and blood to it, hoping to be able to go back to the past and reverse time.

Everything in life has a price.

If Duanmu Rong goes back to the past and still cannot stop her senior brother from falling in love with her, then she will become the nourishment of the Jiuyou Bell and disappear between heaven and earth, unable to reincarnate.

Red energy seeped out from the Jiuyou Bell and tightly wrapped around Duanmu Rong, quickly devouring her flesh and blood, turning into a cold and powerful force that distorted the time around them.

The wind around the man in the formation seemed to have stopped, but the woman in his arms was still stunningly beautiful.

When the flesh and blood were about to be devoured, a tear of blood left the corner of Duanmu Rong's eye.

"I will definitely save you, brother, wait for me..."

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During the Yuanhe period, disciples of Mount Shu were ordered by their leader to gain experience in the human world.

Xuandu, the eldest disciple of Shushan, was leading his fellow disciples to rest in the inn when suddenly a blood-red aura flew in from the window. Xuandu, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed, opened his eyes immediately.

There was no expression on his cold face. He picked up the sword beside him and ran towards the place where the blood appeared.

When he walked to the door of his junior sister, he stopped. The blood energy began to disappear from here. Looking at the wooden door in front of him, Xuandu's eyes were filled with worry.

After all, as the eldest brother, Xuandu has the obligation to protect his younger brothers and sisters who are gaining experience, but because of the difference between men and women, it is not easy for him to just rush in.

What's more, before leaving, the master specially gave the junior sister a magic weapon to protect herself. Although the inverted red light was cold, it was very familiar, so the junior sister should not be in any danger.

Inside the house, a beam of red blood light had penetrated into Duanmu Rong's brows.

The girl in Taoist robe, who originally had an innocent expression, suddenly changed her expression, her brows twisted, a trace of blood flashed in her eyes, and her aura suddenly became unpredictable.

At this time, a cold greeting came from the door, "Junior sister, is there any danger?"

Hearing this familiar voice, Duanmu Rong's eyes couldn't help but flash with nostalgia and tears. She calmed herself down and walked to the door and opened it.

Looking at the handsome and slender figure standing at the door with a sword on his back, Duanmu Rong said softly, "Thank you for your concern, Senior Brother. Miaohan is not in danger."

Xuandu was dressed in a white Taoist robe with his hair tied up in a Taoist style. He looked handsome, elegant and cool.

At this time he nodded, but he still glanced into the house and only looked away after finding nothing wrong.

Duanmu Rong nodded shyly and said, "I have a magic weapon to protect me. The demons dare not act rashly. I am sorry to trouble you, Senior Brother."

"It'll be fine if nothing happens."

After seeing that Duanmu Rong did not look injured at all, Xuandu turned around and went back to his room.

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