Ex-Wife is a Big Villainess

"The mirror!"

Jiang Que's beautiful eyes suddenly lit up, and she hurriedly said to Jiang Shouzhong, "Don't you have that mirror?"

With a thought, Jiang Shouzhong took out the mirror.

Before he could figure out how to use it, the mirror unexpectedly refracted a bizarre black light.

This black light rapidly spread, layering into waves and swiftly expanding in all directions, disappearing in an instant.

Immediately, the entire space rippled with a strange wave like the surface of water, as if everything was drawn into a different world at that moment.

"It seems... nothing has changed."

Jiang Shouzhong examined the surroundings, his brows tightly furrowed into a "Chuan" character.

But when he subconsciously looked down at the mirror in his hand, he suddenly understood something and quickly moved to Ran Qingchen and Qu Hongling's side, whispering:

"Fight him normally, retreat as you fight, I'll create a formation behind you."

"What formation?"

Ran Qingchen's beautiful eyes flickered with doubt.

Seeing Jiang Shouzhong retreat three zhang away, fiddling with the mirror, she couldn't ask much. After exchanging a glance with Qu Hongling, she raised her sword again, engaging in a tussle with Tong Zhiquan.

The three women fought and retreated step by step, following Jiang Shouzhong's plan.

Until Jiang Shouzhong said it was done, the space around them suddenly undulated with dreamy water ripples.

The next second, the familiar scenery around them, like an old painting, was suddenly torn away by a giant curtain, transforming at a dizzying speed.

"This is..."

It was only then that Tong Zhiquan realized they had unknowingly arrived outside the Sky Demon Sect.

Mirror World, illusory and deceptive.

What seemed to be unchanged around them was actually a highly realistic illusory realm released by the mirror, deceiving everyone's senses.

And their position had quietly changed without them knowing.

"Finally, we can let loose."

Noticing that her cultivation was no longer suppressed by the detestable formation, Ran Qingchen's lips curled into a cold and bloodthirsty smile.

Tong Zhiquan inwardly cried out in alarm and turned to escape.

But it was too late; the ground around him suddenly cracked open, and several ghastly White Bone Claws burst out, firmly grasping his body.

Tong Zhiquan felt a mix of shock and rage.

His eyes suddenly shot blood-red rays, muttering incantations as his aura became chaotic and a vast murderous aura surged from his body.

With a roar, dense black scales sprouted on his body, and his arms swelled several times, transforming into two thick, spike-covered black giant arms.

Power of his true form!

With a violent wrench, the tough White Bone Claws shattered several roots.

Tong Zhiquan swung his black giant arms, conjuring several black blades.

At this moment, Qu Hongling's body radiated a sudden surge of red light.

Then, a gigantic phoenix true form soared out of the red glow, its cry resounding through the heavens, its feathers dazzling and radiant with endless majesty.

The powers of their Dharma Aspects collided fiercely in mid-air, and for a moment, the thunderous roar was deafening.

Tong Zhiquan spat blood, continuously retreating.

"Die!"

Ran Qingchen's crimson lips whispered.

The ghastly White Bone Claws reappeared from thin air, like deadly ghostly hands from the underworld, pinning down Tong Zhiquan's limbs.

Then, the White Bone Claws exerted force, tearing Tong Zhiquan's body into countless pieces.

A rain of blood filled the sky.

A protector of the Demon Clan, ultimately met his end without a corpse.

Qu Hongling retracted her Dharma Aspect, gazing at the blood mist gradually dispersing in the air, her heart overwhelmed with complex emotions, her expression somewhat complicated.

"How troublesome."

Hardly exerting himself, Jiang Que patted Jiang Shouzhong's shoulder, smiling, "Still, my husband is amazing. If not for this amazing mirror, we might really have had trouble with that guy."

The girl always linked her identity closely to that of Jiang Shouzhong's wife.

But at this moment, Jiang Shouzhong was still frowning, staring intently at the mirror.

"What's wrong?"

Jiang Que noticed the man's odd behavior and curiously leaned in.

In the mirror, black mist swirled.

Jiang Shouzhong said, "It's strange, it seems like the mirror released the illusion on its own, perhaps... to avoid something?"

"Avoid? Avoid what?"

Before Jiang Que could inquire further, a blinding white light suddenly emanated from within the Sky Demon Sect, akin to a white sun rising instantaneously, illuminating half the sky.

The four of them were startled and after exchanging glances, they dashed towards the source of the white light.

When they arrived, they saw a little girl quietly floating in mid-air, surrounded by a gentle and radiant glass-like glow.

"Ci!"

A woman below was anxiously calling out.

This woman was Lu Renjia's wife, Qing Niang.

Not far from Qing Niang, another woman with a sword stood quietly, resembling a lifeless puppet at first glance.

This woman was We Zhaodi.

Previously, We Zhaodi had taken Ci with her, but she regained some clarity due to Lu Renjia's shout.

In her frantic state, she instinctively brought Ci back to Lu Renjia and then disappeared again.

Now, sensing her daughter's presence, she reappeared, especially when Jiang Shouzhong arrived, her gaze instantly locked onto the mirror in Jiang Shouzhong's hand.

"We Zhaodi?"

Jiang Shouzhong was surprised and was just about to step forward to inquire about the situation when the mirror in his hand suddenly trembled violently and then, like a wild horse, flew away.

The next second, the mirror shone brightly.

"Yue'er!"

We Zhaodi lunged forward with her sword but was repelled by the golden light.

When the light subsided, the mirror had transformed into a little girl who looked identical to Ci.

However, unlike the peaceful aura around Ci, this little girl exuded a sinister presence, enveloped tightly by a dense black mist like ink.

"You wretched girl, never thought I'd run into you here!"

The little girl shrouded in black mist glared viciously at Ci, who was radiating a glass-like glow.

Ci slowly opened her eyes: "Sister."

As the words fell, an invisible force pulled the two little girls together, merging them into a ball of light.

"A mirror has two sides, one benevolent and one malevolent."

Amidst the astonishment of the crowd, a peerlessly handsome man walked through the void. With each step, a pure and flawless lotus bloomed beneath his feet.

"Is it you?"

Jiang Shouzhong looked surprised.

This man was the same person previously seen with Wanyan Su.

However, seeing the lotuses bloom at every step, Jiang Shouzhong finally recognized his true identity - the Great Bodhi Mother.

"Jiang Shouzhong, where is your malevolence?"

As the thin veil of disguise gradually fell from the man's body, the true form of the Great Bodhi Mother was revealed. With a compassionate visage, she smiled as she looked at Jiang Shouzhong.

Jiang Shouzhong chuckled and retorted: "Then where is your benevolence?"

The Great Bodhi Mother slightly shifted her gaze towards Ran Qingchen, still smiling as she said: "Benevolence lies within malevolence."

She paused and continued, "Just like the Shura."

Ran Qingchen's beautiful eyes turned icy cold as she said, "I wondered why you were so kind to give me that Nichang Tears before, turns out it was to make me fall into the Asura Path sooner, so I could be used by you."

The Great Bodhi Mother's eyes showed a trace of regret as she sighed:

"What a pity, if not for your father's disruption, my plan would have been seamless and flawless."

"There is no such thing as a perfect plan in this world."

Jiang Shouzhong pointed at the golden mirror merging in the sky, "Seems like this time, you caught its scent to come fetch it."

The Great Bodhi Mother nodded gently, her expression calm: "I am here to retrieve it."

"Retrieve?"

"Indeed, this mirror originally belonged to me."

The Great Bodhi Mother said slowly.

Qu Hongling sneered, "Hmph, you make it sound so easy. Are you really capable of taking it?"

The Great Bodhi Mother's lips curled into an inscrutable smile, her gaze lifted to the sky, but she said nothing more.

Seeing this, everyone looked up.

They saw another little girl's silhouette had appeared in the sky at some unknown time.

The little girl looked no more than ten years old, her frail body seemingly bound by countless thin, transparent threads, suspended lonely in the air.

This little girl was none other than Zhang Yunwu's daughter, Zhang Yue'er.

"I will exchange her life for this mirror."

The Great Bodhi Mother looked at Jiang Shouzhong, her eyes carrying a trace of serenity, and leisurely asked, "Jiang Shouzhong, do you think this trade is worth it?"