The passers-by are vicious

Xuan Du's face changed drastically when he saw this. He stretched out his hand anxiously and wanted to step towards Jiang Wanwan.

Fortunately, the formation seemed to be about to end at this time, and the dazzling light gradually weakened.

"How could this happen? The formation was clearly successful."

Xuan Du's lips trembled, and his handsome face showed confusion and helplessness. He broke free from the restraints of the formation and caught Jiang Wanwan who was about to fall.

His fingers trembled as he dared not touch her gray face. He wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth with his thumb and looked up at the sky with resentment in his eyes.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, thunder rumbled, and lightning flashed from time to time.

Jiang Wanwan, lying in Xuandu's arms, coughed weakly twice. There was no despair in her eyes, only unwillingness. "Even if I struggle like this, it's just a joke in the eyes of the Heavenly Dao."

Feeling Xuan Du injecting Qi into her body and the Jiaozhu spinning frantically inside her body to help her save her life, Jiang Wanwan smiled bitterly: "It's all in vain."

He thrust his fingers into his chest, blood gushing out as he pulled out the dragon pearl and threw it into the air. "Go back to your master's body."

If there was still a glimmer of hope, Jiang Wanwan would not do this, but since she was going to die, why should she take the dragon pearl with her to perish?

It would be better to let it go back. Rong Hao has given a lot for her and all she can do is return the dragon pearl to him.

As if it had sensed her unwavering inner belief, the mysterious dragon bead began to rotate slowly. After circling around Jiang Wanwan for several circles, it resolutely broke out of the formation and galloped towards the direction of Shushan.

However, Xuan Du just silently hugged Jiang Wanwan tightly and did not make any attempt to stop it.

At this moment, Jiang Wanwan's laughter echoed in the air, filled with endless sadness and determination.

"The way of heaven is cruel, but I haven't lost yet. I have the child of destiny to die with me, so I am still the winner, hahahaha."

Along with this burst of wild laughter, Jiang Wanwan's breath gradually dissipated in Xuandu's arms, and finally she completely lost her life.

However, the thunder in the sky did not dissipate because of this.

Faced with all this, there was no trace of fear on Xuandu's face.

He hugged the deceased Jiang Wanwan tightly, and his originally cold eyes seemed to be sparkling with tears.

Xuan Du neither dodged nor made any resistance, his green robe still looking as cold as dust.

He just stood there quietly, holding Jiang Wanwan's body, his back straight, letting the thunder and lightning fall like a storm.

"Boom."

Finally, amid Duanmu Rong's cries, the two of them turned to ashes in the formation and drifted away between heaven and earth, as if their existence had never left any trace.

The Shushan Demon-Suppressing Tower rises high into the clouds, as if connected to heaven and earth, revealing a mysterious and ancient atmosphere.

Rong Hao, who was imprisoned at the top of the tower, sat on the throne in boredom, his eyes were empty, and he seemed to have lost the vitality of life. From time to time, he raised his head and stared into the distance through the narrow gap at the top of the tower, as if there was someone he thought about day and night.

Suddenly, a dragon bead came flying from outside the tower like a black whirlwind, and quickly sank into the chest of Rong Hao who was sitting on the throne.

In an instant, a powerful aura emanated from Rong Hao's body, like a volcanic eruption, causing the entire Demon-Suppressing Tower to tremble.

Driven by this force, Rong Hao's body actually transformed into a huge black dragon, breaking through the restraints outside the tower with its fangs and claws, and soaring into the air.

His heart was filled with anxiety and uneasiness because he had just received the news of Jiang Wanwan's death, but he was unwilling to believe this fact no matter what.

The black dragon circled and roared in the air, the sound was deafening, as if it was going to tear the whole world apart.

His eyes revealed endless sadness and anger. He didn't understand why God was so unfair and let his beloved suffer such a misfortune.

Shushan and others could only watch helplessly as the dragon transformed by Rong Hao rushed out of the Demon Suppressing Tower.

Xuandu extra

Xuan Du only remembered that he and Jiang Wanwan turned into ashes together, but when he opened his eyes again, he found that it was raining outside the pavilion.

It was still the familiar pavilion, and still the graceful figure in green clothes, her black hair blowing in the breeze, her skirt slightly lifted, and the scent of orchids diffused in the pavilion.

Looking at the elegant green figure with his back to him, Xuan Du nervously took a step forward, his voice seemed to tremble a little: "I am the eldest disciple of Shushan - Xuan Du, nice to meet... the girl."

His heart was beating so hard that it seemed like it was about to jump out of his throat.

Xuan didn’t know if this was a dream. If it was a dream, he hoped he would never wake up from it.