"What?!" Cai Wenshuang was struck by lightning. She grabbed the collar of the secret guard and asked sternly: "What is written in the blood book?!"

The secret guard was startled by Cai Wenshuang's actions. He said in a trembling voice: "The blood book...the blood book says..."

At this moment, a deafening sound of horns suddenly came from a distance, interrupting the secret guard's words.

"Woo-Woo-Woo-Woo-Woo-"

The horn sound was low and long, as if it came from the depths of hell, with a suffocating sense of oppression.

"No! It's the Iron Armored Guard!" A secret guard exclaimed.

"What?!" Cai Wenshuang's face turned pale in an instant.

The Iron Armored Guard is Xi Wujiang’s personal guards. How could they appear here?

"Quick! Go and have a look!"

Several secret guards didn't care about Cai Wenshuang and hurried out of the camp.

Cai Wenshuang's heart was filled with fear and anxiety

"Xi Yu..." she murmured to herself,

Outside the camp, a man who looked like a secret guard was staring at Cai Wenshuang coldly, and a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Bloodlines are connected...life and death depend on each other..."

The bitter cold wind swept the snowflakes and whipped Cai Wenshuang hard on the face, cutting her skin like a knife.

She trembled all over, not because of the cold, but because of fear.

Fear was like an invisible hand, choking her throat tightly, leaving her almost breathless.

How could the Iron Armored Guard and Xi Wujiang's personal soldiers appear here?

Their cold eyes and the stern blade made her feel desperate.

Outside the camp, the secret guard commander - a man in black uniform and cold-faced face, was staring at her with an almost fanatical look.

The fragments of the jade pendant in his hand emitted a strange red light, as if they were breathing, as if they were beating.

Cai Wenshuang instinctively felt a dangerous aura, a trembling from the depths of his soul.

"Bloodlines are connected... life and death are dependent on each other..." The secret guard's voice was low and hoarse, as if it was coming from the depths of hell, with a creepy chill.

He grabbed Cai Wenshuang's hand suddenly, and the sharp dagger cut a tiny wound on her white fingertips.

The bright red blood, like crystal clear rubies, dripping on the remains of the jade pendant.

"No!" Cai Wenshuang wanted to break free in horror, but found that he was bound by an invisible force and could not move.

She watched her blood be absorbed by the jade pendant, and a powerful force surged out of the jade pendant and soared into the sky.

The earth began to tremble and the camp tent was shaking.

A deafening dragon roar came from the ground of the altar, as if the sleeping giant dragon was awakened and about to break out of the ground.

Cai Wenshuang's heart sank to the bottom, she didn't understand what was going on

At the same time, the iron armored guards, who were originally surrounded by Chu Yao, suddenly turned around and launched a fierce attack on the purple-clothed woman.

The sword light and sword shadows were flying everywhere, and the originally silent snow instantly turned into a Shura field.

Chu Yao stood in the middle of the altar with a cold expression, as if all this had nothing to do with her.

She controlled the puppet, and thousands of silver threads were flying at her fingertips, like poisonous snakes, wrapping around the body of the woman in purple.

"The twin contract between the bloodline of the Xi family and the Lord of Tianji Pavilion is the real core of Tianji Lock!" Chu Yao's voice was cold and firm, with an unquestionable majesty.

She suddenly stabbed the puppet into her heart, and blood gushed out, dyeing her clothes red.

"No! Chu Yao!" Cai Wenshuang shouted heart-wrenchingly.

At this moment, a crack in time and space suddenly appeared above the altar.

A familiar figure slowly walked out of the crack, it was Xi Yu.

But there was a double-star tattoo of a woman in purple, which squirmed like a living creature, emitting a strange light.

"I held Cai's father hostage back then to prevent the purple-clad woman from borrowing you from rebirthing with your blood!" Xi Yu's voice was cold and strange, without any emotion.

Cai Wenshuang was stunned. She couldn't believe her ears.

Xi Yu, the man who once gentle and considerate and cared for her in every way, actually...he wanted to stop the purple-clad woman from being reborn and held her father hostage?

"You...what are you talking about?" Cai Wenshuang's voice trembled, with a hint of disbelief.

Xi Yu did not answer, he just stared at Cai Wenshuang coldly. He slowly raised his hand and reached towards Cai Wenshuang... "You are not Xi Yu..."

The wind and snow were even more violent, like countless tiny ice cones, piercing on Cai Wenshuang's face, stinging.

But she couldn't feel that all her senses were concentrated on Xi Yu, the man who walked out of the cracks in time and space, the man who made her dream of it.

However, his eyes were so strange and so cold, as if he was looking at an irrelevant ant.

The double-star tattoo on the neck was like two little purple snakes, twisting in front of her eyes, emitting a disgusting fishy smell.

"You...you are not Xi Yu..." Cai Wenshuang's voice trembled violently, like a candlelight swaying in the wind, which could be extinguished at any time.

This sentence is more of a desperate confirmation than a question.

Xi Yu, or the purple-clad woman who occupied Xi Yu's body, had a cold curve on the corner of her mouth, as if she was mocking her innocence.

"Xi Yu? He is dead. Now, I am the master of this body." Her voice was sharp and harsh, like a nail slashing across the blackboard, making people creepy.

A chill ran straight from Cai Wenshuang's feet to her head, and her heart seemed to be tightly held by an invisible big hand, and she could hardly breathe.

She remembered the little things she had with Xi Yu, his tenderness, his considerateness, and his smile... Those beautiful memories are now like sharp knives, piercing hard into her heart, making her feel in pain.

"No! You are not him! Return the trick to me!" Cai Wenshuang roared, and tears of despair blurred her gaze.

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..."
Chapter completed!