She rushed towards Xi Yu desperately, trying to rescue him from the control of the girl in purple.

"Super your ability." The woman in purple sneered and easily avoided Cai Wenshuang's attack.

She stretched out her hand, strangled Cai Wenshuang's throat like an eagle claw, and raised her high.

The suffocation came, and Cai Wenshuang's eyes began to turn black and his ears buzzed.

She felt that her vitality was passing by quickly, like fallen leaves floating in the wind, weak and fragile.

At this moment, a fishy and sweet smell spread in Cai Wenshuang's mouth.

She used her last bit of strength to bite the tip of her tongue, mixed with blood from Cai's father's secret medicine for Shanmin on Xi Yu's face.

The secret medicine, with a strong herbal smell and a faint smell of blood, fell on Xi Yu's face and flowed down his neck, soaking the strange double-star tattoo.

Xi Yu's body trembled suddenly, and he covered his chest in pain and let out a heart-wrenching cough.

Black blood gushed out of his mouth, with a disgusting smell of rancidness.

"Ah——" The woman in purple screamed in a shrill voice, and her figure struggled violently in Xi Yu's body, as if she was about to break out of her body.

As black blood continued to gush out, Xi Yu's eyes gradually returned to clear light.

He looked at Cai Wenshuang blankly, "Wenshuang...I...What's wrong with me?"

Cai Wenshuang watched Xi Yu return to his original appearance, and a huge joy surged in his heart, and tears burst out again. This time, he cried with joy.

"Xi Yu! You are back!"

However, before they could hug them, a sudden change occurred.

The ground of the altar suddenly began to vibrate violently, making a tingling sound.

Immediately afterwards, the ground in the center of the altar slowly sank, revealing a huge bronze tripod.

The body of the tripod was carved with patterns. When you looked closely, it turned out to be a photo of Xi Yu and Cai’s father when they were young. They held hands and smiled innocently.

At the same time, Xi Wujiang's armor suddenly came alive and turned into countless chains flashing with cold light, trapping the woman in purple.

He looked at Xi Yu deeply,

"Yu'er... take care of yourself..." Xi Wujiang's voice was low and hoarse, with a hint of helplessness and reluctance.

Before he finished speaking, his figure sank into the ground with the bronze tripod and disappeared.

"Father!" Xi Yu shouted in grief, trying to reach out to grab him, but only caught a handful of air.

The vibration of the altar became more and more intense, and the cracks became bigger and bigger, as if they could collapse at any time.

"Xi Yu..." Cai Wenshuang grabbed Xi Yu's hand tightly.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here." Xi Yu held Cai Wenshuang's hand in his back and gave her a comforting look.

At this moment, a voice sounded deep underground, with endless majesty and vicissitudes: "Bloods are connected...destiny cycle..."

"Xi Yu! You are back!" Cai Wenshuang's voice was filled with a hint of tremor, a hint of joy, and a hint of disbelief.

She wanted to throw herself into his arms, feel his real body temperature, and confirm that this was not a dream.

However, before they could hug them, a sudden change occurred.

The ground of the altar shook violently, making a terrifying friction sound, like a giant beast turning over underground, or like a galloping army.

The dust fell down, and the air was filled with an ancient and mysterious aura, with a trace of blood, a trace of decay, a trace of... despair.

The ground in the center of the altar slowly sank, revealing a huge bronze tripod.

The body of the tripod is mottled and the green rust is dotted, but it cannot cover up the complex and exquisite patterns on it.

After a closer look, the pattern was actually two children holding hands and smiling innocently.

One eyebrow can vaguely see the outline of Xi Yu now, while the other one is what Cai Wenshuang looks like when he was an anger!

Cai Wenshuang was shocked and a chill rushed straight from the soles of her feet to her head.

This bronze tripod, this pattern, this sudden change... Everything exudes a strange aura.

At the same time, Xi Wujiang's armor suddenly came alive, as if there was life, and turned into countless chains flashing with cold light, trapping the woman in purple.

The chain was cold and irritating, emitting a gloomy cold air, like a demon's claw from hell, trying to drag her into an abyss that would never be restored.

Xi Wujiang looked at Xi Yu deeply, his eyes were complicated and difficult to tell, and there was guilt, reluctance, and a little... liberation.

"Yu'er... take care of it..." His voice was low and hoarse, with a hint of helplessness and reluctance, as if it was the final farewell.

Before he finished speaking, his figure sank into the ground with the bronze tripod and disappeared.

Only the empty altar, and the creepy echo.

"Father!" Xi Yu shouted in grief, trying to reach out to grab him, but only caught a handful of air.

His heart was tightly held by an invisible big hand, and the suffocating pain made him almost unable to breathe.

The vibration of the altar became more and more intense, and the cracks became bigger and bigger, as if they could collapse at any time.

The gravel kept rolling down and the dust flew, and the whole world seemed to be overturning.

"Xi Yu..." Cai Wenshuang grabbed Xi Yu's hand tightly. Her hands were cold and trembling, but gave Xi Yu a little strength.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here." Xi Yu held Cai Wenshuang's hand in his back and gave her a comforting look.

His eyes were firm and gentle, as if they could dispel all fear and anxiety.

At this moment, a voice sounded deep underground, with endless majesty and vicissitudes, as if from ancient gods, and like a demon from hell: "Bloods are connected...destiny cycle..."

Xi Yu and Cai Wenshuang stood back to back on the bronze tripod, and the cold metal stimulated their skin through the thin fabric.

An inexplicable force surged out of the cauldron and flowed throughout their bodies, making them feel numb and dizzy.

Xi Wujiang's remnant soul emerged from the ground, and his figure was illusory and ethereal, as if it would disappear at any time.

He looked at Xi Yu with a hint of madness and decisive look in his eyes.

"Brother, use your brother's blood to activate the formation!"

Su Heng suddenly sacrificed the natal Gu of the Lord of Tianji Pavilion twenty years ago. It was a golden insect that emitted dazzling light.

It circled and flew in the air, making sharp chirpings, as if cheering, or as if crying.

Su Heng dripped Xi Wujiang's blood into the mouth of the Guworm, and the Guworm's body expanded rapidly and eventually turned into a golden pill.

"The real Tianji Lock is a symbiosis of the bloodline of the opera family and the bloodline of the mountain people!" Su Heng's voice was cold and firm, with a hint of unquestionable majesty.

Xi Yu and Cai Wenshuang looked at each other without any hesitation, and swallowed the pill at the same time.

The elixir melts in its mouth, turning into a warm current that flows throughout their bodies.

Their blood began to boil, their bodies began to glow, and their bloodlines began to merge.

The world changes color, and the wind and clouds change suddenly.

The purple-clothed woman rushed out from the ground, and black mist was wrapped around her body, and her eyes were filled with resentment and anger.

"Xi Wujiang! How dare you betray me!"

However, Xi Wujiang's remnant soul entangled her, and his eyes were full of madness and persistence.

"Mother, I am your real container!"

Su Heng looked at this scene with deep and complicated eyes... She slowly raised her hand and pointed to the sky.

"here we go……"

The earth let out a painful groan, as if it could not bear this powerful force.

In the center of the altar, Xi Yu and Cai Wen stood side by side, with their palms facing each other, and a stream of energy visible to the naked eye surged between them, flashing with dazzling light.

The light became more and more powerful, gradually covering the two of them, forming a huge ball of light.

Inside the light ball, two blood vessels intertwined and entangled, like two dragons playing with beads, making waves of dragon roars.

Suddenly, a sudden change occurred!

The originally empty ground actually cracked a huge gap, and a figure jumped out of it!

In the dust, Cai's father's weathered face appeared in front of everyone. His eyes were as sharp as a torch, staring at the purple-clothed woman who was entangled by the remnant soul of the opera Wujie.

The tattoo on his neck seemed to come alive, turning into black chains, sweeping towards the purple-clothed woman with a sharp sound of breaking through the air!

"boom!"

The chains wrapped around the purple-clothed woman like a poisonous snake, nailing her firmly to the altar, unable to move.

The woman in purple let out a shrill scream, her voice full of anger and reluctance.

"You...you actually..."

A cold light flashed in Cai’s father’s eyes, and his voice was as pissed as ice: “The engagement you stole back then was a substitute set by Xi Yu to save my daughter!”

This sudden change made everyone present stunned.

Su Heng's remnant soul was also stunned. He looked at Cai's father,

Xi Yu and Cai Wenshuang's palms finally fit completely, and a powerful energy fluctuation spreads around the center of the two.
To be continued...