The passers-by are vicious

It was not until the two were about to get married that Xuandu finally came to his senses as if awakened from a dream!

He struggled hard to break free from the force that bound his body and suddenly lifted the red veil on the bride's head beside him - a shy, charming and lovable face appeared before his eyes.

Duanmu Rong, wearing a gorgeous wedding crown, stared at Xuandu, who looked as cold as ice, with a puzzled look in her heart, and asked softly, "Big Brother, what happened?"

However, facing Duanmu Rong's question, Xuandu did not hesitate at all. He quickly cast a spell to summon an extremely sharp ice sword, and swung the sword at Duanmu Rong without mercy!

In an instant, the sword light flashed, and the cold air was pressing! The ice sword cut through the void at an astonishing speed, directly cutting off Duanmu Rong's shadow and instantly shattering it into countless pieces.

As the phantom shattered and dissipated, a layer of light mist seemed to spread all around, and everything became blurry...

Then, the surrounding scene gradually dissipated like smoke, and the scene changed again.

Xuan Du was still wearing the bright wedding suit of a groom, and opposite him stood a beautiful figure wearing a wedding dress with a graceful figure.

Just as Xuan Du was about to cast a spell and summon the Han Guang Sword to shatter the illusory shadow in front of him, his body suddenly became stiff.

It turned out that a faint fragrance of orchids drifted into his nose. This familiar breath made him stunned involuntarily, and he actually let his body slowly bend down.

Time passed minute by minute, and as the traditional wedding ceremony was about to be completed, Xuandu finally stretched out his hands as if waking up from a dream and gently lifted the red veil on the bride's head.

As the red veil was slowly lifted, a faint orchid fragrance wafted towards him, making Xuan Du stunned.

The woman in front of me had delicate makeup, picturesque eyebrows, fair skin, and a gentle, shy look when she lowered her eyes. She was pure and elegant.

Jiang Wanwan's brows were filled with smiles, and her red lips slightly parted, revealing a hint of shyness and tenderness.

"Husband, what's wrong?"

At this moment, the whole world seemed to freeze, with only Xuan Du and Jiang Wanwan looking at each other. His heartbeat seemed to stop in an instant.

"Sir, how can you lift the veil before entering the bridal chamber? It's so unlucky."

Bixia grumbled loudly, seemingly dissatisfied.

For a moment Xuan Du couldn't tell whether he was in a dream or reality, until he seemed to hear the sound of the Hanbing Sword in his ears, and then he suddenly realized that he was dragged into the illusion array on his way back to the county government.

But when he looked at the gentle woman in front of him with shyness between her brows, Xuan Du couldn't be as decisive as he had just now.

He stared at Jiang Wanwan helplessly, trying his best to control the Ice Sword in his hand, controlling the Ice Sword to shatter the surrounding scene until only Xuan Du and Jiang Wanwan were left in the space.

As the scene collapsed, Jiang Wanwan, who was standing in front of Xuan Du, gradually dissipated like smoke.

Xuan Du seemed to stretch out his hand, watching the shadow dissipate at his fingertips and finally disappear.

The surrounding scene changed into a towering mountain shrouded in clouds and mist, which was the Shu Mountain that Xuandu was familiar with.

Xuandu knelt on the ground, looking ahead in a daze.

Above him stood an old man with white hair and a dignified face. It was Elder Duanmu.

Elder Duanmu's eyes widened in anger, and his voice was as loud as a bell, shaking the entire space slightly: "Are you really going to give up the relationship you have had with Rong'er for many years for a mortal woman?"

His tone was full of anger and disappointment, as if he could not understand or accept Xuan Du's behavior.

Faced with Elder Duanmu's questioning, Xuandu couldn't help feeling a little confused.

Although he knew that he was in an illusion, he did not choose to break it immediately.

On the contrary, he frowned, thought for a moment, and then slowly answered: "Xuan Du has never had any feelings for Junior Sister Duanmu, so how can he abandon her?"

His words were firm and clear, as if he wanted to express his true thoughts to Elder Duanmu.

However, such an answer made Elder Duanmu even more angry. He widened his eyes and stared at Xuandu, as if he wanted to see through him.

"That mortal woman is entangled in a fatal calamity, and there is no solution at all."

Before Xuan Du could respond, the scene around him changed again.

In the blink of an eye, Duanmu Rong and Jiang Wanwan were already standing in a formation respectively.

Duanmu Rong was currently being restrained by the powerful force of the formation, and that force was tightly wrapped around her body like an iron chain.

Her face was filled with fear, and she shouted in a trembling voice, "Big Brother, you actually treated me like this for a mortal woman. Aren't you afraid that my father will destroy your cultivation if he finds out?"

However, facing Duanmu Rong's questioning and threats, Xuandu's face remained as cold as ice, without any ripples, and he even responded with a hint of chillness: "As long as you and Wanwan's fate are exchanged, she can live a peaceful life like an ordinary person, and will no longer be tortured by the calamity of fate."

Although he was unclear about the scene in front of him, Xuandu still called on the Ice Sword to chop the virtual scene in front of him into pieces.

This time, Xuan Du was not drawn into a new illusion, but it seemed as if the formation had been broken.

After the white light flashed, he reappeared in the county magistrate's mansion.

At this moment, the sky darkened slightly, as if night had fallen.

In front of his sight, Duanmu Rong was being held in the air by a hand that was like a devil's claw, tightly grasping her throat.

Even though Duanmu Rong's whole body was shining with red light, she still failed to shake the other party at all.

The hand wearing the sharp, scaly glove gripped Duanmu Rong's neck like an iron clamp, as if it wanted to strangle her to death.

"Big… Senior… Brother."

As if he noticed Xuan Du, the man let go of his hand.

"You're finally out."

The man's voice was hoarse, eerie and deep, but a black mist-like force enveloped him completely and he could not be seen clearly.

"Let go of Junior Sister."

Although Xuandu was quite dissatisfied with Duanmu Rong's unwillingness to come back to save people, she was after all a fellow sister. If something happened to Duanmu Rong, he would not be able to explain to the elders.

Xuandu's eyes were determined, and he controlled the ice sword in his hand without hesitation. It rushed out like lightning and flew straight towards the man in black fog.

However, what was unexpected was that when the ice sword was about to hit the black fog man, he quickly stretched out a hand wearing a sharp scale-like glove, and with a seemingly nonchalant wave, he easily blocked the extremely sharp flying sword attack.

However, the sword light of the flying sword finally blew away the black mist on his body, revealing his true face.

He was wearing a black robe with dragon patterns on it, and had long hair as black as ink, casually draped over his shoulders. His face was covered in a black mask that looked like dragon scales, leaving only his slightly red thin lips exposed, which were raised at the moment, making him look even more mysterious and evil.

"Your Taoist priests from Shushan are still so disgusting."