Just as the lights converge, blood-colored patterns began to appear on the originally ordinary floor tiles of the imperial city.

These patterns are winding and twisting, intertwined into mysterious patterns.

Looking closely, it turned out totem of the royal family!

Every stroke and every stroke seems to contain endless majesty and power, which makes people feel awe.

"Buzz--"

A low buzz came from the depths of the ground.

Immediately afterwards, a figure slowly rose from the ground and sank in the air.

It was a man in a black robe with golden dragon patterns embroidered on the robe, which looked particularly solemn and dignified.

His face was cold and his eyes were sharp, as if he could penetrate all illusions.

He is the priest of the imperial city!

The guardian of the royal bloodline and the incarnation of the thousand-year-old antique!

As soon as he appeared, the air in the entire underground palace seemed to solidify.

Everyone's eyes were focused on him, and they didn't dare to breathe for a moment.

The priest of the Imperial City spoke slowly, his voice was low and majestic. Every word was like a heavy hammer, hitting everyone's heart:

"The blood of the Xi family, how dare you use the twin blood contract to tamper with the laws of heaven and earth!"

In his voice, there was unquestionable majesty and anger, like the judgment of the gods.

At this moment, the change broke out again!

"Swoosh--"

A bloody shadow suddenly emerged from Xi Yu's cuffs, and it was astonishingly fast. It turned into a bloody butterfly in almost the blink of an eye.

This butterfly is so beautiful that it is weirdly beautiful, with blood flashing on its wings, as if it was stained with blood.

This blood butterfly is Nangong Yue!

She has always been hiding in Xi Yu's sleeve!

Nangong Yue's voice was sharp and shrill, with endless resentment and madness:

"Twenty years ago, what you secretly replaced was not a container, but a heritage of the royal bloodline!"

Her voice, like a sharp knife, pierced into the hearts of everyone present.

Before he finished speaking, Cai Wenshuang's golden blood shot out like life, turning into a golden chain, instantly nailing Nangong Yue to the wall!

"Puchi--"

Nangong Yue's body was tightly bound by golden chains and could not move.

She let out a painful roar, but she could not break free from the golden bondage.

However, something even more shocking happened.

When Nangong Yue was nailed to the wall and her back was exposed, people suddenly discovered that there was actually a pattern of the same secret as the Mother of the Mother of the Mother!

The lines were complex and strange, exuding an ominous aura, as if they were a bottomless vortex that wanted to suck all the souls in.

"Ahem..."

At this moment, Xi Yu suddenly started coughing violently and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

This blood is no longer ordinary red, but with a little golden light.

The golden light is the symbol of the royal bloodline!

He raised his head and looked at the priest of the Imperial City, with complex eyes and weak voice:

"At that time, you deliberately let Father Cai carve into the Heavenly Memorial Wheel for..."

Before he could finish his words, the robe of the imperial priest suddenly had no wind and was rushing.

A powerful aura erupted from him and swept across the entire underground palace.

"The Mother of the Mother has already transferred the core of the imperial vein to the depths of the underground palace!" The voice of the priest of the imperial city was like a thunder blew, shaking people's eardrums.

His eyes stared at the depths of the underground palace, as if he was about to penetrate the endless darkness and see the secret hidden in it.

At this critical moment, a low voice sounded in everyone's ears: "My good daughter..." The air crackled, filled with ozone and some ancient, wrong stench.

Lao Cai's face was distorted by pain, and with a similar ecstasy look, it suddenly began to shine.

Note that this is not the soft, gentle light, but a dazzling, strong golden light that radiates outward and pushes everyone back one step.

Even the stones on the ground seemed to be shaking, buzzing with this sudden burst of force.

A ghostly figure began to condense around him, twisting, illusory, and undoubtedly... it was "her".

Xi Mu's ghost, her cruel and beautiful face twisted into a proud sneer.

This is not just light, it is the "roar" of power, a declaration of war on fate itself.

The golden light became stronger and stronger, circling around Lao Cai, blending with him, changing him.

As he grew taller, his facial features became sharper, and a cold, strange flame burned in his eyes.

The national teacher's face was as firm as granite and he did not give in at all, so he immediately responded.

His rough and powerful hand suddenly stretched out, moving as fast as lightning.

A bronze flash slashed through the hovering golden light, which was a fierce and precise attack.

The ancient ceremonial sword, containing the power of the royal blood of all dynasties, pierced Lao Cai's heart, and the screams of metal and bone rubbing echoed in the room.

"The two bloodlines cannot coexist!" The national teacher's voice was as loud as thunder and decisive as thunder.

Old Cai staggered for a moment, the golden light flashed and gradually dimmed, and his deformed facial features changed back to his original appearance.

He gasped, making a choking, giggling sound that eventually stuck in his throat.

Xi Mu's ghost image screamed, a sharp, harsh wail of anger and frustration, and then disappeared without a trace.

But before anyone could react, they had just witnessed something, another person moved.

Xi Yu's face was pale, and his eyes were flashing with a desperate and reckless light. He pulled off the jade pendant from his neck.

He let out a primitive cry and inserted the jade pendant into the wound on Lao Cai's chest.

"Use mine!" he growled, his voice hoarse from excitement.

The jade pendant glowed, and the flashing light echoed the golden light that quickly dimmed on Lao Cai's body.

The air crackled again, this time a different energy, chaotic and unpredictable.

The national master widened his eyes, and a trace of fear flashed across his face?

He raised his hands and the bronze sword disappeared in a shadow.

Instead, a terrible energy gathered, pulling and sucking the air.

Before anyone could react, he suddenly stretched out his hands, and the force hit Xi Yu and Cai Wenshuang hard.

They were lifted high and thrown like ragdolls towards a huge bronze tripod in the middle of the room.

"The Heavenly Wheel longs for the true royal blood—" The words of the national master were interrupted by a crazy laugh, and the laughter echoed in the room.

From the shadow, a ghostly face emerged, grinning and proud.

Xi Wujiang.

"My dear grandson," the ghostly figure giggled, his voice full of malice, "The game is decided."

The lid of the bronze tripod was closed heavily.

The room fell into silence.

Then, a dull collision sound came.

The sound of metal collision.

There is silence again.

And a whisper came from inside the cauldron.

"Cai Wenshuang..."

Inside the bronze tripod, claustrophobic and suffocating.

The air was as heavy as if it was filled with lead, which made Xi Yu breathless.

The wall of the tripod was cold, and it felt like it was about to suck away all his body temperature.

A fishy and sweet smell of copper rust filled his nose, making him almost sick.

Outside the tripod, Xi Wujiang's cold laughter was still echoing, like a sharp thorn, piercing into his eardrums.

Cai Wenshuang fell beside him, his face pale as paper and his breathing was faint.

The pendant on her chest emitted a faint green light, like a strange eye, flashing in the darkness.
Chapter completed!