In order to reverse the damn blood river, and to stop his mother's madness, he actually exchanged his life for his life?!

An indescribable sadness, like a flood that broke through the dam, instantly flooded Xi Yu.

He staggered forward a few steps, trying to touch Xuanming, but stopped in the air again.

His hands were trembling, his heart was bleeding.

Suddenly, Xi Yu's pupils shrank suddenly, as if he had discovered something incredible.

He stared at Xuan Ming's face, and the originally cold and majestic face now showed an indescribable sense of familiarity.

As the breath of Xuanming's life passes, his appearance is changing at a speed visible to the naked eye!

The originally clear outline began to become blurred, as if a layer of mist was covering it, and as if time was flowing back rapidly.

In a few breaths, Xuan Ming's face turned into a face that shocked Xi Yu!

This face, with sword eyebrows, starry eyes, and straight nose bridge. Although it is a bit tender, it can still vaguely show the heroic spirit of the future.

This is clearly... the drama of Wuwang when I was young!

His father!

The founding emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty!

"This... how is this possible?!" Xi Yu exclaimed in a flash, his voice as hoarse as if it had been sanded with sandpaper.

He couldn't believe his eyes, and he even wondered if he had hallucinations.

Xuan Ming...How could he look exactly the same as his father?!

Could it be that...is there something shocking secret hidden in this?

Just when Xi Yu's mind was in chaos, the change happened again.

Meng Po, who was originally pierced by the pen of Judge Xuanming, twisted her body in a strange way at this moment.

Blood no longer flowed from her wound, but instead a stream of black mist surged.

These mists were like living things, constantly wriggling and entangling, as if they were about to swallow Meng Po.

At the same time, the blood butterfly surrounding the surroundings seemed to be summoned by some mysterious force, and rushed towards Meng Po frantically.

They flapped their wings and made sharp roars, like bloodthirsty demons, rushing towards Meng Po.

"Sister, you stole my life, but you used the twin bloodline to sacrifice to Zhulong?"

A cold voice came from the group of blood butterflies, with endless resentment and anger.

This sound is Su Li!

The blood butterflies rushed towards Meng Po one after another, wrapping her layer by layer like a huge blood-colored silkworm cocoon.

"No! No! You can't treat me like this!" Meng Po let out a shrill scream, her voice full of fear and despair.

However, her struggle was futile.

The blood butterflies bit her body frantically and devoured her soul.

Meng Po's body shriveled at a speed visible to the naked eye, and eventually turned into a dry bone, scattered in the blood river.

This scene made everyone feel creepy.

These blood butterflies are so cruel!

What exactly are they?!

At this moment, Cai Wenshuang suddenly felt a palpitation.

The blood in her body seemed to be pulled by some mysterious force and began to boil.

She looked down and saw a layer of golden light faintly appearing on the back of her hand.

The light became brighter and brighter, and finally formed a golden shield that enveloped her.

The blood butterflies who originally wanted to get close to her actually let out a shrill scream when they touched the golden shield, and then retreated one after another.

Golden blood...resonates?

Cai Wenshuang was stunned.

She had never seen such a magical sight.

What's going on?!

Just when everyone was shocked by the successive changes in front of them, a breeze blew by.

An old man wearing a Taoist robe and holding a whisk appeared out of thin air on the blood river.

His hair and beard were white, his face was clear, but his eyes were as bright as stars, as if he had a clear understanding of everything in the world.

"Akatsuko?" someone exclaimed.

This old man is the legendary ancient scattered immortal, Chi Songzi!

He actually appeared here too!

Aka Songzi waved the whisk in her hand gently, and a soft light sprinkled into the air, dispelling the haze around her.

He looked at Meng Po who was swallowed by the blood butterfly, and Cai Wenshuang who was protected by the golden shield.

Then, his eyes fell on the phantom of the candle dragon transformed by the remnant soul of the opera mother, and his voice was calm and majestic:

"She is not a mother of opera, she is from the ancient Zhulong..."

Before Akamatsuko finished speaking, a change arises again!

I saw the ancient jade pendant that Xi Yu had been wearing on his chest suddenly shone brightly!

Above the jade pendant, mysterious patterns appeared.

Some of these patterns look like dragons, some look like phoenixes, some look like unicorns, and some look like black treasures...

They are lifelike, as if they are about to break free from the jade pendant and soar in the sky!

This...is the ancient divine beast totem?!

Everyone was stunned by the sudden scene.

What secret does this jade pendant hide?!

"This jade pendant..." Chi Songzi stared at the jade pendant and murmured, with a look of shock in her eyes for the first time. He raised his hand, as if he wanted to say something.

Suddenly, a voice came from behind Xi Yu:

"Brother Yu..."

Shen Qingwu's voice was as sharp as a cracked porcelain, with a hint of hysterical madness.

"Hurry and use the twin blood covenant to restart the earth veins! Only in this way can..." Her words stopped abruptly, as if she was being strangled by someone, her eyes were rounded, and she looked at Xi Yu in disbelief.

Xi Yu's hands were terriblely stable.

The originally warm jade pendant was now like a poisonous dagger that pierced into his throat.

Blood gushed out, dyeing the dragon patterns carved on the jade pendant red, like a giant dragon bathing in blood, roaring silently.

"Take my life... for her life..." Xi Yu's voice was hoarse and low, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from the gap of his teeth, with a resolute tragic spirit.

He looked at Cai Wenshuang,

The light on the jade pendant became more and more powerful, and finally turned into a dazzling beam of light, rushing straight into the sky!

At the same time, the blood butterflies surrounding the soul of the mother of the opera suddenly stopped restless, as if they were summoned by some mysterious force, gathered together and rotted and flew.

Their bodies emitted a strange red light, like burning flames, illuminating the entire blood river.

"It's time to end, sister--" Su Li's voice came from the group of blood butterflies, with a hint of relief and relief.

The blood butterflies quickly condensed and eventually turned into a huge blood-colored coffin, tightly sealing the residual soul of the Mother of the Mother.

The surface of the coffin is carved with complex patterns, which can be vaguely seen as ancient myths and legends, exuding suffocating pressure.

Chi Songzi looked at this scene, and slowly raised the whisk in his hand and pointed it at Cai Wenshuang's eyebrows.

"The real container... is you..." His voice was low and hoarse, with a hint of elusive meaning.

Cai Wenshuang felt a tingling pain in his eyebrows, as if he was stabbed hard by a red-burned needle.

She subconsciously reached out to touch her, but she touched a raised mark.

This mark is strangely shaped like...a drop of blood.

She had never seen this mark before.

When did it appear?

What does it mean?

Cai Wenshuang's heart was full of doubts and uneasiness.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred!

The blood-colored coffin suddenly trembled violently, making roars, as if something was about to break out of the coffin!

A powerful force gushed out of the coffin, shaking everything around him away.

Xi Yu's body flew backwards like a kite with a broken string and fell heavily to the ground.

He felt that his consciousness was gradually blurring, and everything in front of him became hazy.

He wanted to reach out to grab something, but found that he couldn't catch anything.

"Brother Yu..."

A gentle voice sounded in my ears, with a hint of anxiety and worry.

Xi Yu tried hard to open his eyes, trying to see who the person in front of him was.
To be continued...