The frail counselor you said, you fight against three heroes alone?

The jade beads emitted a soft light, which complemented the golden and black flames of Cai Wen's double hearts, forming a strange pattern.

The pattern is ancient and mysterious, as if it contains the ultimate truth between heaven and earth, and it is like a key to another world.

"No..." Cai Wenshuang's voice was like torn silk, sharp and shrill, echoing in the bloody storm.

Her body was like a balloon grasped by an invisible hand, twisted and deformed, as if it would burst at any second.

At this critical moment, a dazzling light suddenly burst out from the blood-red space-time rift.

In the light, a tall and majestic figure slowly emerged. He wore a purple-gold crown and a black dragon robe. His face was majestic and stern, like an emperor ruling the world.

However, there was a strange black aura lingering around him, like a demon crawling out of the abyss of hell, which was incompatible with his sacred temperament.

"The ancestor of the Xi family?!" someone exclaimed, his voice full of disbelief.

The figure opened his mouth slowly, his voice was low and majestic, like the sound of a huge bell, shocking everyone: "The bloodline of the gods must... return to its origin!" Every word he said seemed to carry endless pressure, making everyone present feel suffocated.

His gaze fell on Cai Wenshuang, and a complex emotion flashed in his eyes, including regret, determination, and a hint of... relief?
Cai Wenshuang's body had been twisted to the limit, and she felt her soul being torn and peeled off bit by bit.

The pain was indescribable, as if millions of ants were gnawing at every inch of her bones and every bit of her flesh.

"Ah..." She howled to the sky, her voice shrill and desperate, like a wild beast cornered.

Suddenly, she gritted her teeth, stretched out her trembling hands, and grabbed her chest, as if she wanted to pull out the beating heart.

"Let me be... a sacrifice!" She roared, and using all her strength, she threw the bloody heart fiercely into the blood-red space-time rift.

The heart drew a strange arc in the air, carrying golden and black flames, and fell into the crack like a meteorite.

In an instant, the color of heaven and earth changed.

The originally blood-red sky was suddenly replaced by gold and black, half of it was shining brightly, and the other half was deep and dark.

Two completely different forces collided, intertwined, and merged wildly in the air, and finally turned into two huge mirror images.

The other mirror image was Xi Yu. He was dressed in white, holding a long sword, and had a stern face.

The other mirror image is Cai Wenshuang. She is wearing a black dress, with long hair flying and a beautiful face.

Two mirror images, looking at each other from a distance, seem to have traveled through time and space, transcending life and death.

At this moment, a sudden voice broke the eerie silence.

"Stop! You are just..." The residual soul of Chisongzi suddenly turned into a stream of light and flew towards the two mirror images.

The long sword in his hand flashed with cold light and stabbed his heart without hesitation!

That sword was so sharp that it seemed like it could cut through everything in the world.

The tip of the sword was only a millimeter away from Chisongzi's heart.

"Yu'er, you can't..." A voice full of despair echoed throughout the space. The voice seemed to travel through the ages, and it seemed to be right next to the ear.

The tip of the sword of the remnant soul of Chisongzi was against his heart, his thin lips were tightly pursed, and his eyes were filled with the determination to face death.

The moment the sword tip pierced the skin, a drop of bright red blood condensed, reflecting the distorted sky.

But at this critical moment, a black shadow suddenly jumped out from Cai Wenshuang's chest, as fast as lightning and carrying a biting cold air.

"Twin bloodlines shouldn't devour each other!"

The voice was low and hoarse, but carried unquestionable majesty.

Cai Wenshuang felt his chest go empty, as if something important had been forcibly pulled out.

She looked down and saw a pale hand tightly wrapped around her wrist.

The fingertips were icy cold, yet they also carried a familiar warmth that made her shudder.

Looking up, she saw a familiar yet unfamiliar face.

Those deep eyes were staring at him at this moment, with complex emotions surging in them, like pain, like struggle, and like... deep affection.

"You...you are the real prime minister..." Cai Wenshuang's voice trembled, like a candle swaying in the wind, which could go out at any time.

She finally understood that the figure that had been lingering in her heart and in her dreams was not an illusion but a real one.

The scream of Xi Mu's true body pierced the sky, like the wailing of an evil ghost, making people shudder.

"Let the cycle of reincarnation end!" Blood-red raindrops fell from the sky and turned into chains that tightly bound the remaining souls of Cai Wenshuang and Xi Yu together.

A bitter smile appeared on the face of Xi Yu's remaining soul. He suddenly lowered his head and kissed Cai Wenshuang's trembling lips.

The cold touch, like an electric current, instantly spread throughout Cai Wenshuang's body, leaving her brain blank.

"Don't believe any mirror image, my brother's soul is always there..." His voice was low and hoarse, with a hint of imperceptible tenderness, but it was like a thunder, exploding in Cai Wenshuang's ears.

The golden and black lines on Cai Wenshuang's chest grew wildly like vines, spreading throughout his body.

The black hair of Xi Yu's remaining soul fluttered in the blood rain like a black butterfly, and finally merged into Cai Wenshuang's hair, intertwining with her original black hair, making it difficult to distinguish between the two.

Old Cai took out a jade pendant from his arms tremblingly. The jade pendant was intact, and a clear word "Xi" (play) was engraved on it.

He looked at Cai Wenshuang, his eyes full of grief and helplessness.

"Girl, you are a playful person..."

Before he could finish his words, the real body of the Drama Mother roared and tore him in half.

Blood and flesh flew everywhere, the scene was horrific.

"That's enough! The fusion of blood requires twins..."

The voice of the real body of Xi Mu was sharp and piercing, like the devil's sound coming from the depths of hell.

Cai Wenshuang looked at Old Cai's body. She suddenly grabbed the jade pendant in her hand and stabbed it into her throat without hesitation.

"Then use my blood!"

Blood gushed out, dyeing the jade pendant red and also dyeing Cai Wenshuang's clothes red.

She fell down slowly, but her eyes were extremely firm.

"You... are crazy..." The voice of Xi Yu's remaining soul trembled with a hint of disbelief.

The movement of Chisongzi's residual soul was as fast as a shadow, and he pressed the core fragment of the divine pattern that was flashing with strange light hard on Cai Wenshuang's eyelids.

The edge of the fragment was as sharp as a knife and cut the skin of her eyelid. A trace of blood seeped out, which reflected with the light of the fragment and looked particularly strange.

"You stole it three hundred years ago..." The voice of Chisongzi's remnant soul seemed to come from the depths of an ancient glacier, bringing with it a bone-chilling chill. Every word seemed to strike Cai Wenshuang's heart, making her feel suffocated.

Three hundred years ago?

Her mind was blank, and those distant years were just a chaotic fog to her.

At this moment, Xi Yu's residual soul shot out from Cai Wenshuang's body like a black lightning, and hit the residual soul of Chisongzi hard.

The force was so great that it knocked Chisongzi's remaining soul back and smashed it heavily to the ground.

The black fog rolled and quickly condensed into a tall human figure, blocking all the blood rain that was pouring down. "Sister, why did you..." The figure in the black fog could not see the face clearly, but only a pair of deep eyes could be vaguely seen, flashing with pain and confusion.

His voice was low and hoarse, with an uncontrollable tremor, as if he was questioning, and as if he was begging.

In Cai Wenshuang's pupils, golden lines and black lines intertwined together, like two entangled giant pythons, spinning madly and emitting a heart-pounding light.

Her body was shaking violently, as if she was in great pain, but also with a strange hint of excitement.

"Brother, let me be a container!" Cai Wenshuang's voice was sharp and piercing, with a kind of resolute madness, like the roar of a trapped beast, resounding through the heavens and earth.

She suddenly stretched out her hand, grabbed the core fragment of the divine pattern that was still embedded in her eyelid, and pulled it off fiercely.

Blood flowed down her cheeks, leaving shocking blood marks on her pale face.

At this moment, Ximu's true body let out a deafening roar, and that huge body suddenly turned into a blood-red dragon, opened its bloody mouth, and swallowed the core fragment of the divine pattern in one gulp.

"The God-killing Bureau has finally..." The voice of Xi Mu's true body was full of pride and excitement, like a demon that was about to win, laughing wildly.

A look of determination flashed across the face of Xi Yu's remaining soul.

He suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed Cai Wenshuang's hand, and interlocked their fingers, holding them tightly together.

"The twin bloodlines must merge..." His voice was low and firm, with a hint of unquestionable majesty.

Before he finished his words, a powerful suction force suddenly came from the blood dragon's mouth, pulling Xi Yu's remaining soul and Cai Wenshuang in at the same time, and disappeared in the blood dragon's belly... The blood dragon let out an earth-shaking roar, then suddenly soared into the sky and disappeared into the horizon.

There was deathly silence between heaven and earth.

Inside the core of the blood dragon, it was like an endless sea of ​​blood, with golden spots floating there that seemed real or illusory.

Each spot of light emits a scorching temperature, as if trying to burn through every inch of defense deep in the soul.

The air was filled with a pungent smell of blood, which was nauseating, but also had a strange heaviness that made it hard to breathe.

Xi Yu half-knelt in the sea of ​​blood, his fingers firmly holding onto the ground. The flowing blood clung to his wrists as if it had life, contradictory at the same time being cold and hot.

The residual soul of Lord Bei Ming stood in front of him, his aura like a prehistoric beast, and his pair of eyes as deep as the abyss stared at Xi Yu with an eternal chill.

"You evil creature, how dare you steal the bloodline of the gods!" The low voice of the remaining soul of Venerable Bei Ming shook the entire space, like a mighty thunder crashing down, carrying an unquestionable deterrence.

He suddenly raised his hand, grabbed Xi Yu's throat, and lifted him up into the air like an ant.

The suffocating feeling in his throat caused Xi Yu's body to tremble violently, but his expression did not waver at all, and there was even a hint of sarcasm in his eyes: "God clan? Your God clan was a defeated clan three hundred years ago. Your bloodline is nothing but dry bones protected by a mad dog!"

Every word in that cold voice was heart-piercing, like an icy blade scraping across the soul of Lord Bei Ming.

Anger grew in his eyes, and his fingers gradually tightened. The sea of ​​blood seemed to sense the murderous intent of its master and began to surge and roar.

But at this moment, a pair of delicate but blood-stained hands reached out from Xi Yu's shoulders and pressed hard between him and Reverend Bei Ming.

Cai Wenshuang's trembling figure stood there firmly. Even though his face was as pale as paper, his eyes showed a kind of stubborn determination: "Three hundred years ago, it was your selfishness that plunged the world into this abyss of destruction! If you want to kill him today, you have to go past me first!"

As she finished her words, a scorching light suddenly appeared in the palm of her hand. It was the result of the power of her heart blood being pushed to the extreme without hesitation.

Gold and red intertwined, and the fiery feeling that could tear the soul into pieces instantly forced back the hand of Lord Bei Ming, but it also caused Cai Wenshuang to stagger back two steps, his chest heaving violently.

"Foolish fellow." Reverend Bei Ming spoke with undisguised disgust, "Do you really think that you can covet the cause and effect of the God Clan with just a blood vessel?"

"What qualifications do the Gods have to talk about cause and effect!" Cai Wenshuang's face was stained with blood and tears, but her voice never trembled. "The cause and effect you speak of is nothing more than an excuse to drag lowly people into the abyss!"

The expression on Lord Bei Ming's face became increasingly indifferent, and the pressure around him suddenly erupted. But when he was about to attack again, an even colder blood mist quietly rose from the depths of the blood dragon's core.

“Sister…” A hoarse and sharp voice pierced through the soul like a ghost, and Nangong Yue’s blood mist figure slowly emerged, “You stole the God Clan’s first-born blood from me, and you still dare to call yourself a vessel?”

Her narrow, bloodshot eyes revealed deep resentment, and she stared at Cai Wenshuang as stubbornly as a heart-eating poison.

The next moment, her slender hand suddenly reached out to Cai Wenshuang's brow, as if to tear apart her blood shackles!
"Enough!" Cai Wenshuang's angry voice suddenly exploded, like a thunder passing through everyone's eardrums.

Her body suddenly stiffened, and the divine patterns in her pupils expanded rapidly like a violent storm, until they spread to the entire core of the blood dragon.

Her golden hair suddenly flew up, like a raging flame exploding in a sea of ​​blood.

In an instant, an irresistible force surged out of her body, forcing Nangong Yue's blood mist back several feet.

She stared at Lord Bei Ming and Nangong Yue, and growled word by word: "My blood... is the container! You think you can control it, but I am the only master!"

The sea of ​​blood began to move strangely, the liquid blood rain swirled and accumulated under her feet, and finally condensed into a blurry face - that was Xi Wujiang!

The figure that lingered in the depths of her memory seemed to have traveled through time and space, with a heartbreaking tenderness between his eyebrows: "Brother... Sister, do you still remember?"

Reverend Bei Ming's expression finally showed a hint of emotion, but it was instantly covered by an even more terrifying murderous intent.

He suddenly held the long sword in his hand across his chest, and thrust the tip of the sword into his heart with the ruthlessness of a devil: "The God Clan has no relatives, no love, no regrets. If you want to stop me, we will all be destroyed together!"

Along with the sound of bones breaking and flesh rubbing against each other when the sword was stabbed, the whole body of Venerable Bei Ming instantly turned into an unstoppable wave of blood mist, and what appeared in the blood mist was the true appearance of Xi Mu!
Her dragon eyes filled with desolate aura slightly opened, as if staring at all the people struggling below: "Returning the twin bloodlines will be the end of the God-killing Game."

"Don't touch her soul!" Xi Yu, who was always calm, roared for the first time like a ferocious beast protecting its cub.

He suddenly leaped up and protected Cai Wenshuang behind him.

Blood gushed out of his mouth, but he still used the last bit of his strength to block the horrific blood mist.

Cai Wenshuang only felt his burning body temperature coming from behind, accompanied by the sound of his fierce heartbeat. That was the barrier he was holding up with his life.

However, the twins' blood had already merged into one, and all the struggles could not prevent the arrival of the end.

The next moment, their intertwined bloodlines suddenly exploded on their own, and a column of brilliant golden light pierced through heaven and earth from the depths of the blood dragon's core, illuminating everything around it with a dazzling brilliance.

A vague outline vaguely emerged from the depths of the light column, like a wisp of soul, like a long-lost existence.

"Little girl..." The light of the blood dragon's core suddenly dimmed, and the surrounding sea of ​​blood seemed to be swallowed by endless darkness. The air was filled with a suffocating heaviness.

At this moment, a blurry figure suddenly emerged from the blood rain. It was the remaining soul of Lao Cai.

“Girl, you should have been…” Lao Cai’s voice was low and hoarse, almost drowned out by the roar around him, but his eyes revealed endless kindness and helplessness.

He wanted to get closer to Cai Wenshuang and stretched out his hand to touch her face, but his fingertips were blocked by invisible resistance in mid-air.

Nangong Yue's blood-misty eyes suddenly lit up, and a hint of madness flashed through her resentful eyes.

Her voice was like a sharp blade, piercing through the blood mist and piercing people's hearts: "What the God Killing Bureau needs is the fusion of twin bloodlines, your existence can only be an obstacle!" Her body suddenly turned into a ball of blood mist, and pounced towards Lao Cai, swallowing him completely.

"Girl, hold on..." Lao Cai's voice became weaker and weaker in the blood mist, and finally turned into nothingness.

Cai Wenshuang felt a sharp pain in his heart, as if an invisible dagger was stirring deep in his soul.

She gritted her teeth.
"Then let me be the end!" Her voice was like thunder falling from the sky, causing pain in everyone's eardrums.

The golden and black divine patterns completely blossomed on her forehead, as if two irreconcilable forces erupted in an instant, completely submerging her body.

A powerful force surged out of her body, and all the elements in the blood dragon's core began to spin wildly, forming a huge vortex.

Xi Yu felt a violent vibration behind him, and his body leaned forward involuntarily, but he still held Cai Wenshuang tightly, not allowing any threat to approach her.

The light at the core of the divine pattern suddenly became extremely bright, as scorching as the sun, gradually reflecting the scene of Xi Yu and Cai Wenshuang’s first birth.

It was a chaotic world, filled with endless darkness and light, where two small figures embraced each other, as if it was the starting point of their fate. (End of this chapter)