He raised the black jade mirror and looked at the sky. The originally gray sky instantly became more chaotic, as if it was stirred by an invisible big hand.

"No! He used a black jade mirror to distort the celestial phenomena!" Guanglingzi exclaimed.

Before he finished speaking, a sudden change occurred!

In the city, the people who were still running around and calling were standing still as if they had been imposed on the detachment technique.

Their skin began to get rough and the color gradually became darker...

"They...they are turning into stone statues!" Su Heng shouted in horror, his voice trembling a little.

At this critical moment, an unexpected figure appeared - Xiaohong!

She broke free from the constraints at some point, held the half of the blood-stained jade pendant in her hand, and stumbled towards the bell tower.

"Give me back... dad..." She screamed,

"Xiaohong! Don't!" Su Heng wanted to stop him, but it was too late.

Xiaohong suddenly inserted half of the jade pendant into a groove on the base of the bell tower!

"Buzz--"

A strange sound, like a call from ancient times, resounded throughout the city.

The secret book that was unveiled by the man in white suddenly became automatically, and the pages of the book flipped "rattle" and finally stayed on a blank page.

Immediately afterwards, a dazzling light shot out from the secret book, projecting a huge, holographic star map in the air!

The star map rotates slowly, and it complements the real celestial phenomena, but it is completely different.

Everyone stared at this magical scene in a daze, and for a moment they forgot to be in danger.

Suddenly, Su Heng's gaze was attracted by something on Sima Zhao's neck.

It was a jade pendant, crystal clear and emitting a faint light.

That is... the Prime Minister's jade pendant!

"How could the Prime Minister's jade pendant... be in Sima Zhao's hands?" Su Heng murmured to himself, his heart full of doubts.

At the same time, a familiar cough came from the depths of the city lord's mansion.

"Ahem...ahhhh..."

Although this sound was faint, it was clearly heard into everyone's ears.

"Is it...Dad?" Xiaohong turned his head suddenly and looked in the direction of the city lord's mansion, with a light of hope rekindled in his eyes.

"Old Cai?!" Su Heng also exclaimed.

"He is not dead yet..." Guanglingzi touched his beard, thinking.

Sima Zhao's eyes were sinister, he stared at Xiaohong tightly, and gritted his teeth and growled: "You..."

The light of the blood jade is more dazzling and weirder than the star map.

It seemed to have life, pulsating and breathing, echoing the jade pendant on Sima Zhao's neck.

No, it is not so much a jade pendant, but rather a blood jade pendant, a crystal clear but faintly bloody jade pendant.

This is exactly what Xi Yu is, that unique symbol!

Xiaohong's heart shrank suddenly, and an inexplicable premonition surged into her heart, making her almost unable to breathe.

She subconsciously stretched out her hand and wanted to touch the blood jade, but stopped in the air again.

At the same time, the blood-colored patterns on the secret book began to flow and spread, and eventually gathered into a strange pattern.

The pattern is exactly the same as the pattern on the blood jade!

"Oh my God..." Guang Lingzi exclaimed, and his beard trembled, "This is... blood resonance!"

The golden lines climbed up Sima Zhao's neck like a spider web. He roared in pain, but could not break free.

The terror in his eyes was clearly visible, as if he had seen something terrible.

At this moment, a white figure appeared like a ghost, robbing the blood jade from Sima Zhao's hand with lightning speed.

Changes arise suddenly!

The moment the blood jade left the body, the golden lines on Sima Zhao's neck suddenly disappeared.

He gasped heavily and looked at the white figure in shock.

However, before he could react, the blood jade turned into a stream of light and penetrated into Xiaohong's eyebrows with a "swoosh" sound!

Xiaohong felt a burning heat in her eyebrows, and then a powerful force poured into her body, making her almost unbearable.

She staggered back a few steps, and there were stars dancing in front of her.

At the same time, a long roar like a dragon came from the depths of the city lord's mansion, deafening and heart-pounding.

"roar--"

This sound...is Xi Yu!

The iron armored guards covered their ears in pain, and their armor began to disintegrate, turning into pieces and scattered all over the ground.

The secret guard commander was seriously injured, but he struggled to point his hand to the direction of the underground palace of the city lord's mansion, and roared with all his last bit of strength: "Prime Minister... I left a blood letter back then... only the bloodline of the Cai family... can break the secret lock!"

Before he finished speaking, he fell to the ground and died of anger.

In the dungeon of the City Lord's Mansion, Lao Cai suddenly opened his eyes, and a strange tattoo suddenly appeared on his neck, exactly the same as the pattern on the secret book!

The tattoo emitted a strange light, as if responding to something.

Sima Zhao walked to Lao Cai with a grim smile and buckled a huge bronze tripod on his head. His voice was as cold as he came from hell: "Twenty years ago, you stole half of the Tianji Record... Now, use your body to complete the altar!"

Outside the dungeon, a strange altar slowly rose, engraved with mysterious runes, exuding a suffocating pressure.

"No..." Xiaohong struggled to stand up, but felt weak all over and could only watch all this happen.

Sima Zhao raised the dagger in his hand, and the cold light shone straight at Lao Cai's heart.

"Stop!" A delicate shout echoed through the sky, but it was not from Xiaohong...

The wind whistled, rolling up the dust at the entrance of the dungeon, blurring everyone's eyes.

A figure, as light as a swallow, fell from the sky.

Not a fairy, but she is better than a fairy.

Cai Wenshuang, she is back.

It was not the weak mountain woman, but the goddess of vengeance with great anger and determination.

What she waved in her hand was not a sword, but a colorful flag with strange patterns embroidered on it, and the edges were covered with fine bells, making a crisp sound as her movements.

This is the "soul-guiding banner" unique to the mountain people. It is usually used to summon souls and pray for blessings, but at this moment, it has become her weapon to fight against fate.

The soul-guiding banner flew out like a spirit snake, wrapping around the huge bronze tripod, making a low "buzzing" sound, as if it was crying in a tragedy, or as if it was fighting.

When Cai Wenshuang landed on the ground, his feet were down on the ground, an invisible wave of air spread around, making everyone's clothes rush.

Her eyes were red, and tears were circling in her eyes, but she stubbornly did not fall.

She stared at Sima Zhao tightly, then suddenly turned her head to look towards the altar. There, Xi Yu's breath became clearer and clearer, making her feel strange and fearful.

"Xi Yu!" she roared, her voice hoarse, but with the power that penetrated people's hearts. "You held me hostage and my father to seek medicine back then, it turned out that it was all for today! In order to borrow his bloodline, we can break this secret lock!"

Her voice echoed in the empty dungeon, hitting the walls and everyone's hearts.

Sima Zhao was stunned. He didn't expect Cai Wenshuang to appear suddenly, let alone she would know all this.

He opened his mouth and wanted to explain, but found that any explanation seemed pale and powerless.

At this moment, the seriously injured secret guard commander used his last bit of strength to stab the broken sword into his heart.

Blood gushed out and fell on the cold ground, like a charming blood-colored flower blooming.

What's even more strange is that the blood did not flow at will, but outlined a broken formation pattern on the ground along a certain trajectory.

With the last sigh of the secret guard, the formation pattern suddenly lit up and emitted a dazzling red light.

"Click, click..."

A sound of gear rotation came from the direction of the bell tower, dull and regular, like a death knell ringing by the god of death.

The puppet generals who were originally facing the city gate suddenly turned to the city lord's mansion in unison, with red light flashing in their eyes and murderous aura.

Sima Zhao's face changed drastically. He looked in horror toward the bell tower, and then looked at the body of the secret guard commander on the ground, as if he understood something, but it was too late.

"You...you..." He pointed at Cai Wenshuang and the dead secret guard commander, his lips trembling, but he couldn't say a complete sentence.

Cai Wenshuang ignored Sima Zhao. She stared at the direction of the altar. There, Xi Yu's breath became stronger and stronger, and it made her feel more and more chilled.

"Xi Yu," she murmured to herself, her voice low and sad, "Who are you? What do you want?"

She reached out her hand and wanted to grab something, but she hung down weakly.

"Is it all..."

On the altar, the green flames in the bronze tripod were pounding, reflecting Cai’s father’s weathered face.
To be continued...