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

"Good boy, finally..." The woman stretched out her hand and tried to touch Cai Wenshuang's cheek, her tone so gentle that it was chilling.

A strong feeling of nausea surged into his heart, and Cai Wenshuang instinctively wanted to dodge, but found that his body was like being nailed to the spot, unable to move.

At this moment, the golden and black lines in Cai Wenshuang's pupils began to rotate in opposite directions, like two whirlpools devouring each other.

A powerful force burst out from her body, shaking the air around her with a buzzing sound.

"Mother, you are the container!" Cai Wenshuang's voice was cold and sharp, like a sharp blade that cut through the stagnant air.

She didn't know why she said such words, but she could feel that these words did not come from her own intention, but were a cry from the depths of another soul.

The remaining soul of Xi Yu that was entangled in her eyes suddenly turned into a black stream of light and tightly clasped her ten fingers.

A warm force instantly flowed through my body, dispelling the suffocating cold.

“The twin bloodlines want…” Xi Yu’s voice was weak and rapid, as if it would disappear in the wind at any time.

He took Cai Wenshuang's hand and fell without hesitation towards the core of the divine pattern at the bottom of the abyss that was emitting a strange light.

The real body of the Drama Mother let out a shrill scream, her face was distorted, and her blood-red eyes were filled with despair and unwillingness.

"The end of reincarnation requires..." Her voice suddenly stopped, as if an invisible hand had strangled her throat and she could no longer make any sound.

An even more bizarre aura spread out, and the entire abyss seemed to be trembling.

In the distance, a vague figure slowly emerged, holding a long sword that flashed with cold light...

"boom--"

At the bottom of the abyss, the long sword flashing with cold light pierced into the heart of the remaining soul of Lord Bei Ming with lightning speed!

"The God-killing Bureau needs..." The voice of the remnant soul of Lord Bei Ming came to an abrupt halt. With endless confusion and unwillingness, it turned into starlight and dissipated in the chaos.

He didn't even have time to see clearly who the hand holding the sword belonged to.

This sudden scene caught everyone by surprise.

In the blink of an eye, the remaining soul of Xi Yu, which was originally entangled on Cai Wenshuang's fingertips, suddenly turned into a ball of thick black mist as thick as ink, tightly wrapping Cai Wenshuang.

"Don't trust any of the gods!" Xi Yu's voice, low and resolute, echoed in Cai Wenshuang's ears, as if it was a warning from the Nine Nether Hell.

This black fog, with an indescribable tyranny, blocked all prying eyes from the outside world and temporarily separated Cai Wenshuang from this crazy world.

At the same time, the originally calm abyss suddenly began to rain blood.

Every drop of blood rain contains strong resentment and unwillingness, as if it is the wailing of countless wronged souls.

In this bloody rain, a familiar figure slowly emerged—Old Cai!

However, at this moment, only a wisp of soul was left of Old Cai, his face was distorted, filled with deep pain and regret.

"Girl, you should have been Xi Wujiang..." Lao Cai's voice was hoarse and trembling, and every word seemed to have exhausted all the strength in his remaining soul.

His gaze fell on Cai Wenshuang, who was wrapped in black fog, and was filled with complex emotions - guilt, reluctance, expectation, and deep helplessness.

Old Cai’s words were like a sharp knife, piercing Cai Wenshuang’s heart.

Drama without boundaries?
This name, like an ancient spell, instantly awakened fragments of memory deep in her soul.

The fragments came like a tide, giving her a splitting headache.

She seemed to see a vague figure, a man who was connected to her by blood...

"Rumble--"

The core of the divine pattern suddenly burst out with dazzling light, illuminating the entire abyss like daylight.

In the light, a tall and majestic figure slowly emerged - that was the true body of the Xi family's ancestor!

His face was majestic and his eyes were as sharp as torches, as if they could see through all illusions.

"The bloodline of the gods must..." The voice of the Xi ancestor was loud and solemn, with an unquestionable majesty.

Every word he uttered seemed to contain the laws of heaven and earth, causing the entire abyss to tremble.

However, his words were interrupted by a cold voice.

"Then let me be the final vessel!"

Cai Wenshuang's voice was cold and resolute, as if she came from a witch in hell.

She suddenly raised her hand, and pinched her own eyebrows with her slender fingers!
"Click——"

There was a crisp sound, as if something shattered between Cai Wenshuang's eyebrows.

A strange aura burst out from her body and instantly swept across the entire abyss.

At the same time, the black mist that originally enveloped Cai Wenshuang suddenly rolled over and turned into countless black tentacles, intertwining and entwining with Cai Wenshuang's golden hair.

The black hair was as black as ink, the blonde hair was as light as light, two completely different colors, but at this moment, they strangely merged together and turned into a huge blood-red vortex.

This vortex, with a terrifying power that devours everything, seems to suck the entire world into it.

"Do not--"

A sharp scream cut through the sky.

The real body of Xi Mu could no longer maintain her human form. Her body suddenly swelled and turned into a gigantic blood dragon!
This blood dragon is a hundred feet long, with scales like blood, eyes like lamps, and exudes tremendous ferocity.

It opened its bloody mouth and let out a deafening roar, swallowing everything around it!

"Let the cycle of reincarnation end!" Xi Mu's voice was crazy and desperate, with a determination to destroy everything.

This sound, like a death knell of doomsday, echoed in the abyss for a long time.

However, at the moment when the blood dragon was about to devour everything, an even crazier voice suddenly rang out.

"Sister, why did you..."

The remaining soul of Xi Wujiang suddenly appeared!
He suddenly tore open his chest, revealing his empty chest cavity.

His voice was filled with pain and confusion, as well as a deep despair.

His eyes were fixed on the blood dragon, as if he wanted to find an answer from her.

However, the one who answered him was Cai Wenshuang's cold voice.

"Because you are a pawn in the God-killing Game!"

Black blood oozed from Cai Wenshuang's eyes, and her voice was cold and merciless, as if it came from the judgment of hell.

Black blood drew strange patterns on Cai Wenshuang's face. She looked at Xi Wujiang in front of her and slowly raised her hand.
The remaining soul of Chisongzi looked like a withered body, but he had an awe-inspiring and inviolable immortal aura. In his hand, he held a long sword that was completely green. The sword body was buzzing, as if it was humming in sorrow.

He raised his sword tremblingly, the tip of the sword pointed directly at Cai Wenshuang's eyebrows, his voice was as hoarse as a torn cloth: "Stop! You are just... a substitute!"

Before he finished his words, a black shadow flashed by like lightning, and the remaining soul of Xi Yu, with tremendous anger, violently knocked Chi Songzi away.

"Don't touch her soul!" he roared, his voice full of despair and madness.

How could he tolerate others looking down on Cai Wenshuang like that, even if he was just a remnant soul, even if he himself was just a remnant soul!
Chisongzi was knocked flying and fell heavily to the ground. The emerald green sword flew out of his hand and penetrated deeply into the earth veins.

"Buzz——" The earth veins let out a painful groan, like the wail of a wounded giant beast.

The earth began to tremble violently. At the bottom of the abyss, countless cracks spread like a spider web. Magma gushed out, turning the originally dark abyss into a blood-red color.

At the same time, the black mist surrounding Xi Yu's remaining soul intertwined with Cai Wenshuang's golden hair, forming an even more powerful force.

The golden light and the black flames collided and blended wildly in the abyss, and finally a dazzling golden beam of light burst out and shot straight into the sky!
The golden beam of light tore the entire abyss apart as if the world was created.

The blood rain became more violent, and every drop of blood seemed to carry endless resentment and unwillingness. It hit the ground hard, making a creepy sound.

In the face of this devastating force, Xi Yu's remaining soul hugged Cai Wenshuang tightly and resolutely fell into the core of the blood dragon.

There was no fear in his eyes, only endless love and determination. He knew that this was the only way he could protect Cai Wenshuang, even if it meant giving up everything he had.

The blood dragon let out a shrill scream: "No! The container should not be..." The voice stopped abruptly, as if it was cut off by an invisible big hand.

In the blood rain, a figure slowly emerged. He was dressed in black and had a handsome face, but with an indescribable indifference.

He is the play without boundaries!
He slowly opened his eyes, and a complex light flickered in his deep pupils.

He looked at the golden and black interwoven beams of light, feeling the destructive power, and a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Interesting..." He murmured softly, his voice low and hoarse, as if it came from the whispers of the Nine Nether Hell.

He stretched out his hand, caught a drop of blood, and rubbed it gently on his fingertips. The scarlet blood looked particularly dazzling on his white fingertips.

"You are not..." He paused, his eyes fell on the place where the blood dragon disappeared,"

The bloody storm is like a cry and a complaint.

Xi Wujiang slowly emerged, stepping on the thick blood rain.

His black clothes were as black as ink, making his handsome face look even paler, like an evil god walking out of the depths of hell.

His gaze penetrated the bloody rain and fell on Cai Wenshuang. The corners of his lips curled up in a playful arc. His voice was low and magnetic, but it was chillingly cold: "You are not my replacement, but my... mirror image."

Mirror?

Cai Wenshuang only felt a "buzzing" sound in his mind, as if something exploded.

She stared at Xi Wujiang intently. That face, which was 70% similar to her own but colder and more evil, made her feel a chill.

"So..." Cai Wenshuang's voice trembled slightly because of extreme anger. She stretched out her hand and pinched Xi Wujiang's neck tightly, her nails almost digging into his flesh. "So you deliberately let me be imprisoned? Tortured? Treated as a... dispensable plaything?!"

Xi Wujiang's Adam's apple rolled slightly under Cai Wenshuang's fingertips.

He did not resist, nor did he frown. He just looked at her with an almost pity-like gaze, as if he was looking at a powerless and furious ant.

At this moment, a wisp of black mist, like a ghost, rushed out from behind Cai Wenshuang and instantly wrapped around Xi Wujiang's wrist.

That is Xi Yu’s remaining soul!
He roared, his voice hoarse and desperate: "Don't believe him! He is the vessel being used! He is..."

"Shut up!" Xi Wujiang interrupted Xi Yu coldly. He waved his hand violently, and an invisible force instantly shook Xi Yu's remaining soul away.

"Wenshuang, don't be bewitched by him!" Xi Yu's residual soul rolled several times in the air, barely stabilizing his body, and pounced towards Cai Wenshuang again.

However, Xi Wujiang seemed to have lost his patience.

He suddenly tore open his chest, revealing the same golden and black patterns on Cai Wenshuang's chest.

The lines, like living things, slowly wriggled beneath his skin, emitting a strange and enchanting glow.

“Three hundred years ago, I stole the First Birth Blood not for some bullshit resurrection…” Xi Wujiang’s voice was low and hoarse, and every word seemed to come from the depths of hell. “I wanted to use your blood… to create a perfect container, a container… that can carry all my power!”

Cai Wenshuang's pupils suddenly contracted.

She stared at the gold and black patterns on Xi Wujiang's chest, and felt a chill running from the soles of her feet to the top of her head.

"My dear child, what are you waiting for?!"

At this moment, a sharp roar, like thunder, exploded between heaven and earth.

A huge blood dragon suddenly emerged from Xi Wujiang's body, with its fangs and claws bared, looking ferocious and terrifying.

That blood dragon was different from the blood dragon phantom that Cai Wenshuang had seen before. It was more solid, more massive, and more... evil!
That is the true form of the Drama Mother!
"Hurry and devour her soul! Take her body! Only in this way can you truly... transcend!" The real body of the Drama Mother circled in the air, emitting bursts of creepy roars.

"No! It's not like that!" Xi Yu's remaining soul let out a desperate roar.

He pounced towards Ximu's real body, but was slapped away by the blood dragon's claw and smashed deep into the ground.

"The truth is... Xi Wujiang wants to use his twin bloodlines... to break the God-killing situation!" Xi Yu's voice came from deep underground, intermittent and extremely weak.

However, Xi Wujiang seemed not to hear it.

He slowly raised his hand, pinched Cai Wenshuang's throat, and lifted her up.

"Sister..." A complex emotion flashed across Xi Wujiang's eyes. His voice was low and hoarse, with a hint of indescribable sadness, "Why did you... back then..."

Before he could finish his words, a cold dagger pierced Xi Wujiang's heart.

There wasn't even a trace of hesitation or compassion in Cai Wenshuang's eyes.

She stared at Xi Wujiang, her voice cold and resolute: "I..."

She paused there and said nothing more.

Blood was pouring down, the wind carried a strong smell of blood, and the air was filled with a suffocating dark atmosphere.

Cai Wenshuang looked at Xi Wujiang. Although his eyes were filled with resentment, he was reluctant to let go of the dagger in his hand.

The golden blood coughed out of Xi Wujiang's mouth slowly slid down like molten gold, dripping into the pool of blood on the ground, making a crisp "ding dong" sound.

"You should have been the... heir of the Xi family bloodline..." Xi Wujiang's voice was low and trembling, as if he was trying his best to suppress the pain in his heart.

His golden blood slowly slid down the corner of his mouth, leaving a striking mark.

Cai Wenshuang smiled grimly and stabbed the dagger in his hand deeper. Xi Wujiang's body shook slightly, but he did not retreat.

His eyes suddenly became dazed, as if he remembered something.

At this moment, Cai Wenshuang actually felt a little confused, but it was quickly replaced by anger.

Suddenly, a black line emerged from Xi Wujiang's back, which was strikingly similar to the mark on Cai Wenshuang's chest.

These lines moved slowly like living things, emitting a cold breath and tightly connecting the two bodies.

"Blood resonance!" Xi Yu's remaining soul trembled violently in the air, and his voice was full of shock and despair.

He pounced on Cai Wenshuang, trying to stop it, but there was a hint of understanding in Cai Wenshuang's eyes.

Ximu's true body completely awakened from Xi Wujiang's body. A huge blood dragon circled in the air, making deafening roars.

The blood dragon's scales sparkled in the blood rain, and every dragon whisker seemed to be able to pierce everything in the world.

The voice of the Drama Mother was low and evil, like a spell in the darkness: "The mirror images finally recognized each other!"

Xi Wujiang's body suddenly turned into a blood mist, and countless blood drops were flying in the air, like a strange blood-colored rain curtain.

His voice came from the blood mist, with a final warning: "Don't trust any...blood ties..."

The daggers in Cai Wen's hands slowly slipped away, and there was a hint of confusion in her eyes.

The blood dragon of Ximu's true form flew higher and higher, and a huge shadow covered the entire world.

In the blood rain, a dazzling light suddenly rose from the ground. It was the complete diagram of the God-killing Formation, as if foreshadowing that a greater disaster was about to come.

Cai Wenshuang raised her head, facing the blood rain, with a hint of determination in her voice: "Xi Wujiang, you lose." But as soon as she finished speaking, an invisible force swept her whole body into the blood mist, and she disappeared without a trace.

Only the god-killing formation remained in the blood rain, quietly waiting for the next destined moment.

The bloody rain tasted sweet and bloody, with a sickening smell of rust, and it felt like cold bugs crawling on my face.

The God-killing Formation glowed brightly, like a giant beast with its bloody mouth opened wide, greedily devouring the spiritual energy between heaven and earth.

At this breathtaking moment, an illusory figure slowly emerged from the center of the formation. It was Chisongzi's broken soul.

He was dressed in tattered clothes and his figure was erratic, as if he would disappear in the wind at any time.

He suddenly raised the rusty sword in his hand and thrust it hard into the center of the surging earth veins!
The earth trembled, as if groaning in pain.

“The God-killing Bureau doesn’t need blood…” His hoarse voice was like a broken bellows, and every word was accompanied by a heavy sigh.

At the same time, a thick black mist emerged from Xi Yu's shattered soul and wrapped around Cai Wenshuang's eyes like a poisonous snake. (End of this chapter)