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In the main hall of Ao Mansion, incense tables and red candles were set up early in the main room, and the two beans of fire were shining brightly, dancing in mid-air.

There are two exquisite and luxurious sandalwood chairs in the high place behind the incense table. The master and wife of the Ao family sit on the left and right respectively, looking over the threshold to a bridal sedan chair parked steadily outside the gate, and then smile at each other. .

Relatives, friends, and staff stood on both sides of the main room, all smiling and beaming.

According to the ancient etiquette, on the wedding day, before the sedan chair stops in the main room, Ao Zhan should stand in front of the sedan chair and invite the bride to get off the sedan chair, and then they will walk together to the incense table in the center of the main hall.

But now the sedan chair has fallen, and the bride sits in the sedan chair alone.It's been a while since the last half a stick of incense, but the groom hasn't been seen for a long time.

The joy had stopped the moment the sedan chair got off, and now the room was empty and silent, which was obviously very embarrassing.

Mr. Ao and his wife sat on the chairs and looked at each other. The guests looked at the open space beside the sedan chair and there was an uproar.

Just when the scene was about to get out of control, Ao Zhan came belatedly and appeared in front of everyone.

The appearance of the man stopped all of Youyou's mouths and signaled Xi Le to continue playing. Only when the sound of the suona gong and drum sounded again did he strutly walk to the side of the sedan chair. brought it down.

Only then did everyone restrain their inquiring expressions, and smiles reappeared on their faces, watching the couple compliment each other in a low voice.

The guests were only interested in whispering, but none of them noticed that the moment Ao Zhan held the wrist of the so-called "bride", a gleam of light flashed in the man's eyes.

Under the cover of the wide sleeves, a ring of bright blue patterns appeared on the bride's white wrist, but it was quickly lost in the void.

The distance between the bridal sedan chair and the main room is not far, about twenty steps, and the two of them have already reached the entrance of the main hall.

The bride's sight is covered by the hijab, so she can't see the front.The man gave her arm a little help, with an extremely gentle expression on his face, and the two of them stepped across the threshold together.

Just as the bride's embroidered shoe was about to hit the ground—a black shadow suddenly appeared!

When everyone took a closer look, they saw a tall and thin young man standing behind the bride.

The young man was wearing the uniform uniform style of the servants in the mansion, with a cold expression, holding a long sword in one hand, the tip of the sword cut across the blue bricks and stones on the ground, making ear-piercing buzzing sounds.

While everyone hadn't reacted, the uninvited guest suddenly made trouble!

He opened Ao Zhan's right hand that was holding the bride's wrist with a knife, his eyes were cold, and when the man let go in pain, he immediately held the bride's left shoulder, and with a little force, he pulled her into his arms.

In the next second, he raised the long sword in his hand and put it directly on the woman's throat.The left hand grabbed her wrist bone, and the slender fingertips buckled on the place where the dark lines had been ups and downs, and did not move anymore.

Everything happens only between lightning and flint.

But in an instant, the dust has settled.

Zhang Qinglan held the "bride" hostage, pursed her thin lips lightly, raised her foot and kicked over the candlestick on the incense table, and stood in the center of the main hall facing Ao Zhan.

The second elder was too old to move, so he had to stare blankly on the chair.The guests in charge looked at the young man going crazy, and he was unarmed, fearing that he held a sharp long sword, no one dared to move forward.

For a moment, the scene was frozen.

Zhang Qinglan didn't say a word, and didn't care about the sights of surprise or disgust projected towards him from all directions, and looked up at Ao Zhan.

With just one glance, he can see the opponent's difficult situation at this time.

The man stood still for a long time, with sharp edges and corners on his face, sword eyebrows slanting, a pair of black eyes closed tightly, beads of sweat left on his temples, and blue veins on his forehead bulged.

In the eyes of everyone, Ao Zhan's reaction is not surprising.But only Zhang Qinglan knew that it was all because the man was resisting the control of the phantom array, so he became so embarrassed.

The man suddenly opened his eyes and stared at the direction of the young man, not knowing who he was looking at.

Being watched by such hateful eyes, Zhang Qinglan trembled slightly, then lowered her eyelashes, but clenched the hilt of the sword in her hand even more.

...Obviously when he told himself in the other courtyard before, Ao Zhan didn't mention that resisting the restriction would make him feel so painful.

At that time, time was running out, Ao Zhan pretended to be drunk to deceive the phantom barrier and the flower demon's eyes and ears, and pushed him against the wall of the other courtyard and whispered.

The man told him that the right time and place are needed to break the formation, and today's noon is the best time.

To break the formation, one needs to break through the spirit at the eye of the formation at the same time. It is a fact that the flower demon is pressed in the formation to act as the eye of the formation. What needs to be done now is to catch the spirit and suppress and eradicate the two things together before breaking out of the formation.

Thinking of this, Zhang Qinglan raised her hand and retracted the long sword, the blade touched the bride's neck, cut the skin, and the green light liquid flowed out.

Noticing this, Zhang Qinglan finally relaxed her frown.

He looked at Ao Zhan again, and nodded in confirmation.

Ao Zhan's situation at this time is already very bad, and his spiritual power is still limited. In order to resist the pressure exerted on him by the phantom array, he has to use all his luck.

Hints of wanting to snatch back the woman whose face he can't even remember clearly appeared in his mind, and even asked him to kill Zhang Qinglan.

Just resisting these two thoughts made Ao Zhan break out in cold sweat.

Clenching his hands into fists, wiping away the blood from his lips, Ao Zhan received the young man's nod, then laughed in a low voice, and murmured: "It's kind of interesting."

Zhang Qinglan is an anomaly in the phantom array, compared to him, he is subject to less control and backlash.

Even if a young man hijacks the formation spirit, it will be able to stimulate the phantom formation to exert such a powerful pressure on him.Ao Zhan sneered in his heart, but fortunately he did not go his own way, trying to kill the spirit himself, otherwise the phantom formation would detect his intentions and control him to a deeper degree before he drew his sword.

Against the waves of pain that hit his body, Ao Zhan stepped forward step by step, until he stood in front of the "bride", he raised his hand and pulled off the bright red hijab.

Unsurprisingly, the person under the bright red hijab was really not an ordinary person. A thick black mist replaced the facial features and covered the face, which was very disgusting.The only advantage is honesty, being coerced by Zhang Qinglan, his movements and reactions are slow and he remains motionless.

Ao Zhan felt a twitch of veins on his forehead, and felt his eyes hurt, so he put the hijab back on.

Inadvertently caught a glimpse of the bitterness and hatred on the young man's face, but he was in a good mood, enduring the pain, and gently wiped away the sporadic blood beads that were accidentally stained on the side of the other's face with his fingertips.

Feeling the cool touch on her cheek, Zhang Qinglan was stunned.

Unknowingly, all the idlers in the main room disappeared, leaving only the two of them and the unlucky captured spirit.

Back at the original place, Zhang Qinglan held Zhenling's movements tightly, and a magical talisman with a particularly strong aura was placed on the blade, and said coldly: "Yao Yitang, Zhenling has been kidnapped, the wedding banquet has been ruined, and you haven't shown up yet!" ?”

Not long after the words were finished, a hurricane suddenly blew up on the spot, blowing all the Laoshizi desks, coffee tables, tables, chairs and benches to pieces.

In the only open space, a slender and graceful figure of a woman slowly emerged.Unexpectedly, she herself was also wearing a red wedding dress, a phoenix crown and a xiapei—it was exactly the same as the bride's attire.

Zhang Qinglan frowned suddenly, and stood in front of Ao Zhan calmly.

Yao Yitang's complexion was pale, he gritted his teeth and stared at the red hijab on the head of the woman held hostage by Zhang Qinglan. After thinking for a long time, he finally shifted his gaze and looked at Ao Zhan, whose face was as pale as paper, and said with a smile: "Donghai Dragon King, it's really good!" means."

Hearing this, Ao Zhan's expression was gloomy, he sneered and said mockingly: "What kind of ancient formation, I think it's nothing more than that."

The figure of the flower demon trembled slightly: "How do you know that she is the key to the formation spirit?"

Hearing the deliberately suppressed coughs from the man behind him, Zhang Qinglan immediately lost the patience to talk nonsense with Yao Yitang, and lowered her eyes coldly: "Nowadays, all the spirit formations have eyes, as long as we destroy you, Ao Zhan and I can escape smoothly. "

"With you, there is really no need to talk nonsense."

Being so scorned by a mortal, the already unsteady flower demon was immediately irritated: "Okay! Then look at you two cripples, how can you fight me?"

After finishing speaking, his hands turned into sharp claws, and he rushed straight at Ao Zhan, who was the weakest.

Ao Zhan was under a lot of restrictions at this time, he had no power to resist, and it was not until noon.Gritting her teeth, Zhang Qinglan ruthlessly tore half of the talisman stained with dragon blood in her hand, lifted her hijab, and rudely stuffed the half talisman into the black mist.

With a flash of light, the spirit turned into a wooden figure, and a cloud of spiritual energy wandered around in the center of the wooden figure and landed in Zhang Qinglan's palm.

Everything was only for a moment, and then the young man threw himself in front of Ao Zhan, blocking the blow with his own flesh and blood.

Injured, the smell of blood became stronger, the young man held a long sword across his body, and fought with the crabapple flower demon with thousands of sharp branches behind him.

After two or three rounds of confrontation, Zhang Qinglan not only had to protect Ao Zhan, but also ensured that the formation spirit was not taken away. It was very difficult, and bloodstains soon appeared on his body.

As the vigorous aura collided with each other, the two sides retreated one after another.

Ao Zhan was deliberately suppressed by the phantom array, not only was he unable to use half of his spiritual power, but he also had to restrain his desire to fight back against the youth at any time.As time goes by, it is almost reaching the limit.

Zhang Qinglan supported Ao Zhan's shoulder with one hand, held the sword in his right hand, and asked coldly, "Who ordered you to work so hard?"

Yao Yitang was unable to attack several times, his eyes were burning scarlet, as if he could not hear any sound from the outside world, his spiritual power surged, and tens of thousands of flower branches directly attacked Zhang Qinglan.

Seeing that the arrow-like sharp branch was about to penetrate the young man's body, at this critical moment, the whole main room burst into flames!

Tongues of flame shot straight into the sky along the beams of the house, devouring the whole house with great vigor.