"Then let us destroy this lie together!" Her voice was like a cold current bursting out from the cracks of the glacier, with a biting coldness, but also containing the burning heat of everything.

The golden blood was like having life, winding down the corners of Xi Yu's lips, and reflected the lines on the jade pendant on his chest.

The jade pendant buzzed and its light surged. The originally warm jade material was now like a red soldering iron, emitting a scorching wave of heat.

The golden blood, like tiny golden snakes, wandered along the lines of the jade pendant, and finally intertwined into a huge blood-colored barrier, covering Xi Yu and Cai Wenshuang.

Within the barrier, golden light flows and runes flash, like an independent world, isolated from all the noise and troubles in the outside world.

The ground of the underground palace suddenly trembled violently, like a ground dragon turning over, making a deafening roar.

Huge cracks spread like spider webs, tearing the entire underground palace into countless pieces.

In the cracks, thick black mist gushed out, with a suffocating smell, like the gloomy wind from hell, sweeping across the entire underground palace.

In the center of the black mist, a huge vortex slowly formed, like a huge mouth of an abyss, swallowing everything around it.

The phantom of the Zhulong let out a shrill roar, and under the pull of the vortex, it was constantly twisted and deformed, and was eventually completely swallowed and disappeared without a trace.

Xi Yu's body was like a deflated ball, slumped into the blood-colored barrier.

He coughed violently, and black blood gushed out of his mouth. In the blood, strange golden runes flashed, like a curse from the yellow spring, with a terrifying breath of death.

"Tell...Tell Wenshuang..." His voice was as weak as the buzzing of mosquitoes and flies, and each word seemed to have exhausted all the strength of his body.

However, before he finished speaking, his body began to gradually dissipate and turned into golden spots of light, floating towards Cai Wenshuang's eyebrows like fireflies.

Cai Wenshuang stood there blankly, letting the golden light merge into her eyebrows. Her eyes were filled with confusion and helplessness, as if a child who had lost his way, didn't know where to go.

At the same time, deep in the foundation of the imperial city, in a long-closed secret room, the face of a young woman slowly emerged.

She had eyebrows and eyes that were very similar to Xi Yu, but her eyes were even colder and more sinister, with a hint of creepy weirdness.

The corners of her mouth curled up slightly, revealing a heart-pounding curve.

"My child...you are finally back..." Her voice, like a whisper from the Jiuyou Hell, echoing in the open secret room with endless resentment and madness.

"Who are you?" A tender voice came from Cai Wenshuang's mouth, with a hint of doubt, a hint of fear, a hint of curiosity.

"Now, the real container is finally complete."

The sound was cold and joking, like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter, or like ice exploded, and it exploded in the depths of Cai Wenshuang's mind!

Not Xi Yu!

This sound...This sound is Xi Yu's mother!

The legendary Lord of Tianji Pavilion who had long been dead!

Cai Wenshuang suddenly opened his eyes wide, bloodshot in his eyes seemed to be dripping.

She pinched her throat tightly, her nails were deeply embedded in the flesh, and blood instantly poured out, dyeing her fair neck red.

This sudden change almost suffocated her, but what suffocated her even more was that the golden light that poured into her eyebrows turned into chains as thin as hair!

The chains flashed with golden light, carrying an ancient and mysterious aura, as if they came from the ancient prehistoric world, exuding a heart-pounding sense of oppression.

They were entangled like life, quickly, and their target was - Xi Yu's shadow of the remnant soul that was about to disappear!

"No!!" Cai Wenshuang roared, his voice shattered, like a wounded beast.

She struggled desperately, trying to stop the golden chains, but the chains seemed to ignore her struggle, becoming tighter and tighter, tightening and tightening, tightening the shadow of Xi Yu's residual soul.

She could clearly feel the trembling of Xi Yu's remnant soul, which was a kind of fear and despair that penetrated deep into the bone marrow, like a moth trapped in a spider web, struggling in vain but unable to escape the shackles of fate.

"You...what did you do to him?" Cai Wenshuang stared at his eyebrows tightly, as if he wanted to see the secret hidden in it through the skin.

Her voice trembled with anger and fear, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from the gaps of her teeth.

"What are you doing? Haha..." The sneer of the opera mother echoed in Cai Wenshuang's mind again, with a hint of pride and a hint of cruelty, "Of course, it is the original owner that returns to the original owner, and let him return to the place he should return."

"You fart!" Cai Wenshuang roared, and his silver teeth were almost broken.

The blood in her body seemed to boil, surging wildly, and gathered into golden liquid along her fingertips.

These golden liquids, with her anger, her unwillingness, and her determination, turned into sharp arrows and shot at the golden chains that imprisoned Xi Yu's remnant soul.

However, at this moment, a sudden change occurred!

A twisted figure suddenly emerged from the phantom of the residual soul tightly wrapped by golden chains!

The figure was illusory, but it exuded heart-wrenching resentment and madness.

"Do you think he is dead? He just..." The figure made a sharp and harsh sound, like the cry of a night owl, or like the roar of a ghost.

It’s Zi Yang! Xi Yu’s twin brother, the soul devoured by resentment and madness!

Cai Wenshuang's pupils suddenly contracted, and she could hardly believe her eyes.

She never expected that Zi Yang's soul would be hidden in Xi Yu's remnant soul!

"What you changed twenty years ago was Xi Yu's consciousness!"

Cai Wenshuang's voice was cold and decisive, with an unquestionable firmness.

The golden blood in her body seemed to feel her anger, and a powerful force burst out instantly.

These golden blood turned into countless sharp nails, nailing Zi Yang's soul to the ground with lightning speed!

Zi Yang's soul screamed in a shrill voice. He struggled desperately, but could not break free from the shackles of those golden nails.

His body began to twist and deform, as if he would collapse at any time.

At this moment, a huge gap suddenly broke into the ground of the underground palace. In the gap, there was darkness, as if it was the entrance to hell.

A crystal clear jade pendant slowly rose from the crack.

On the jade pendant, the light flowed, and the face of a young woman appeared.

The woman had picturesque eyebrows and beautiful eyes, but she had a sense of coldness and ruthlessness that could not be ignored.

That was the face of the mother of the opera when she was young!

"The twin bloodline must be fed with resentment!" The voice of the opera mother came from the jade pendant, cold and majestic, with an irresistible sense of oppression.

"Then use my hatred!" Cai Wenshuang bit his fingertips suddenly, and blood gushed out. She threw her blood towards the jade pendant without hesitation!

Blood, like a red lightning, cut through the darkness and landed accurately on the jade pendant.

The jade pendant emits a dazzling light, illuminating the entire underground palace.

In the light, the young face of the opera mother gradually distorted and became hideous and terrifying.

"No! You can't do this..." The mother of the opera voice was filled with a hint of horror and a hint of despair.

"Are you scared?" Cai Wen curled his lips and sneered, and his blood-red eyes ignited a crazy flame.

"Are you scared?" Cai Wen curled his lips and sneered, and his blood-red eyes lit up crazy flames, like two burning blood-colored lotus, charming and dangerous.

At this moment, the phantom of the candle dragon that was originally floating quietly in the air suddenly trembled violently!

The huge body seemed to be torn by an invisible force, making a low roar, which shocked the entire underground palace and shaking the gravel fell down.

"roar--!"

A deafening dragon roar erupted from the mouth of the phantom of the Zhulong, turning into a substantial sound wave, sweeping around.

Immediately afterwards, the huge phantom began to twist and contract at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if it was pinched into a ball by an invisible big hand.

"No! No!!"

In the jade pendant, the young face of the opera mother was completely distorted into a ball, and the sharp roar seemed to come from the depths of hell, full of unwillingness and fear.

At this time of chaos, a figure suddenly flashed out from the phantom of the candle dragon!

The figure was slender and graceful, wearing a white long dress, with black hair like a waterfall scattered behind her, dancing lightly with the wind.

She turned slowly, revealing a beautiful face.

That face...

Cai Wenshuang's pupils suddenly contracted to the size of a needle tip!

She stared at the face and her body trembled uncontrollably.

That face was exactly the same as her memory as Cai’s father when she was young!

No, not similar, exactly the same!

The same eyebrows, the same outline, the same expression... Even the tiny tear mole at the corner of the eye is exactly the same!

"You...you..." Cai Wenshuang's voice was hoarse and trembling. Every word seemed to squeeze out from the depths of his throat, with irresistible shock and incredible.

"Are you surprised?" Mother Xi—No, it should be said that Mother Xi, who has the appearance of her father Cai when she was young, spoke slowly, her voice was soft, but with a creepy chill. "Wen Shuang, do you think your father would willingly carve himself into the Heavenly Memorial Wheel back then? What he was doing was not just to resurrect your mother..."

A strange smile appeared at the corner of the mother of the opera. The smile was completely different from Cai's usual honest and simple smile, and was full of conspiracy and plot.

At this moment, the golden blood in Cai Wen's body suddenly seemed to be stimulated and surged wildly!

They are no longer docile liquids, but have turned into golden chains, sweeping towards the Mother of the Mother with endless anger and determination!

"Take my life to exchange for his truth!" Cai Wenshuang roared, his voice hoarse and decisive, with a madness that was burning with both jade and stone.

Her body began to tremble violently, and golden blood gushed out of her seven orifices, dyeing her clothes red and the entire underground palace red.
To be continued...