The passers-by are vicious

Haorong turned around and saw Duanmurong staring at him warily.

Behind Duanmu Rong, Lu Tianyu and other Shushan disciples followed closely, their expressions equally serious and nervous.

Duanmu Rong had long been suspicious of why the demon dragon was willing to work for Jiang Wanwan.

In her opinion, only emotion could make such a powerful being submit to others.

And since the evil dragon likes Jiang Wanwan, he will naturally not leave her side easily.

Then, the only people who can be close to Jiang Wanwan are Bixia and Haorong.

However, the memory of the previous life told Duanmu Rong that when Jiang Wanwan died, Haorong disappeared mysteriously.

This made Duanmu Rong firmly believe that the evil dragon hiding in the dark must be Haorong who had transformed into a maid.

Moreover, at today's wedding, apart from Duanmu Rong's own inner pain, the most abnormal thing was Haorong who could hardly hide her jealousy.

There was a clear hint of murderous intent in her eyes as she looked towards Xuan Du.

After realizing this, she immediately contacted other disciples to set up a formation. Duanmu Rong gave the order without hesitation: "Set up the formation!"

Following her cold shout, Lu Tianyu and other Shushan disciples quickly took action.

They dispersed one after another, each occupying a different palace, forming a tight formation.

Everyone's position has been carefully arranged to echo and support each other.

It formed the shape of a Bagua diagram, and the formation that had been set up long ago began to appear underground, flashing with dazzling blue light.

At this moment, a middle-aged man in a blue Taoist robe and with a beard slowly fell from the sky.

He held a whisk in his hand, with a solemn expression, like an immortal descending to earth. This man was Duanmu Rong's father, the elder of Shushan, Duanmu Jie.

"As a dragon, you actually killed lives for a mortal. You went against the will of heaven. Aren't you afraid that your thousand years of practice would be ruined?" Duanmu Jie's voice was full of majesty and reproach. He rushed over immediately after receiving the news from his daughter.

Originally, Duanmu Jie was unwilling to provoke Rong Hao, who was about to shed his demon body and transform into a dragon. After all, this black dragon, who could practice for thousands of years, carried a destiny.

It was destined to transform into an immortal dragon, but he did not expect that this dragon would abandon its Taoism and bring disaster to the world. As an elder of Mount Shu, he naturally could not ignore it.

However, Rong Hao, who was trapped in the formation, remained unmoved.

He was originally a black dragon with a thousand-year history of Taoism and a decent cultivation base. If it were not for his love, he would have turned into an immortal long ago. With his immortal fate, he is naturally not afraid of these so-called righteous formations.

Black fog filled the formation, and Rong Hao's figure gradually disappeared, replaced by his real body.

Rong Hao's long hair was as black as ink, casually draped over his shoulders, adding a bit of weirdness and evil charm.

Although his face was covered by a black dragon-shaped mask, the vague outline revealed a mysterious aura.

Especially the slightly upturned corners of his mouth, with a hint of a smile.

Coupled with his slightly evil rose-colored thin lips, one can feel his evil charm and extraordinaryness.

Facing Duanmu Jie's questioning, Rong Hao just sneered, without any regret in his tone: "Compared with her, what does attaining the Tao and becoming an immortal mean?"

Duanmu Jie frowned. He knew very well that the strength of the black dragon in front of him should not be underestimated, but he did not expect that he had no regrets at all.

They couldn't kill Rong Hao directly, but they were able to trap him with the formation they had set up long ago.

With a dragon's roar, a fierce battle begins...

Everyone in the county magistrate's mansion fell asleep, and only Xuandu, who was still in the bridal chamber, felt the disturbance. He stood up, looked at the sleeping Jiang Wanwan, carefully opened the door and left.

Jiang Wanwan, who should have been fast asleep, opened her eyes at this moment. She sat up with a red veil draped over her, and looked out the window.

Feeling the turmoil in her body, there was no worry on her gentle face, but rather a calmness.

After a while, she lay back on the bed. Even though the dragon's roar was echoing in her ears, she cruelly pretended not to hear it. Her soft eyebrows trembled slightly and she murmured softly.

"Don't blame me, you exposed yourself."

Then he curled up, covering his chest which was still vibrating... and comforted her, "Don't be afraid, he won't die."