With the appearance of Cheng Wushuang's figure, everyone in the scene focused their eyes on Cheng Wushuang's figure.

Everyone saw that behind Cheng Wushuang, there were four huge wings of light, the wings waved, and the scattered feathers flashed with exquisite runes, instantly covering the entire temple.

Those golden feathers passed through everyone's body, like a phantom, but everyone understood that this was not a phantom, but a source of light power, the bloodline in Cheng Wushuang's body belonged to an ancient and mysterious race, this race, even everyone present, could not guess.

Feeling the warmth in her arms, Beiming Hanxiang's tightly closed eyes opened slightly, she could feel that the terrible breath of death, with the gentle light, faded in an instant, an extremely familiar embrace, making her feel that the world had a more intimate feeling.

As soon as the slender eyelashes moved, the smart eyes suddenly appeared a magical color, as if discovering the most beautiful thing in the world.

"Wushuang ......" Beiming Hanxiang didn't expect that at this last moment, it was her twin brother Cheng Wushuang who appeared.

At the moment, she was excited and worried.

"Why are you here, the current situation is not where you should be!"

In Bei Minghan's fragrant eyes, a strong worry flashed, and the trembling fluctuations suddenly touched Cheng Wushuang's heart, and he could see that in those tender eyes, there was a kind of deep care, a kind of worry for relatives.

"If I don't come, I'll never see my beautiful sister again. ”

Cheng Wushuang grinned, his face showed a hint of joke, and his hands put the Beiming Hanxiang on the ground.

"You little bastard, you're making fun of your sister, you want to be beaten, don't you?"

After Beiming Hanxiang heard Cheng Wushuang's words, a smile also appeared on the cheeks of the alluring city, looking at the gloomy Beicang Nian behind Cheng Wushuang, and then his face turned slightly pale.

"Wushuang, you really shouldn't have come, don't you know the current situation? The Northern Canggu Clan has besieged the Northern Netherworld Saint Clan, and we don't have any strength to resist them. ”

Beiming Hanxiang said a little weakly, her eyes fell from the long bright red carpet to her mother and uncle in the distance, these two people were looking at the two of them in shock.

"That's why I'm here!"

Cheng Wushuang continued to grin, his gaze finally followed the North Shadow Hanxiang and fell on the beautiful woman, the woman was wrapped in a black plain skirt, and the cheeks of Allure City were seven points similar to the North Shadow Hanxiang, especially the eyes, which were like carved out of an eye.

The moment he looked at this woman's figure, Cheng Wushuang's heart trembled suddenly, and his whole body twitched slightly, he knew that this was his mother, the person he had been missing since he was reborn.

In this life, the strongest concern is the person who shaped his body in this life.

His mother, the Dance of the North Underworld!

didn't speak, Cheng Wushuang just stared at the Bei Ying Dance in the distance, those pupils kept contracting, and his direct gaze finally fell on the faint blood stains on the corner of the North Ming Wu's mouth, and immediately, an indescribable anger emerged from his heart, and he immediately turned around, glaring at Bei Cangnian angrily!

And the Northern Dance, the moment Cheng Wushuang turned around, her heart also trembled suddenly, the moment she saw Cheng Wushuang, the whole person became a little lost and depressed, that little guy looked very similar to Cheng Xiaotian, especially the high nose bridge and thin cheeks, as if carved out of a mold.

The first time she saw Cheng Wushuang, there was a familiar feeling of blood connection, that feeling, compared to the North Ming Hanxiang, was a little stronger, for the child who had not been seen for more than ten years since she was born, she missed it deeply, carved into the depths of the bone marrow.

If it weren't for the family's obstruction, she could have lived with the child in front of her, watched the child's success, sewed clothes for him, taught him martial arts, and could do a lot of things for him.

However, she couldn't do all this, because the child she missed the most was not by her side.

Seeing Cheng Wushuang's turn, she really wanted to call her son and call the name "Xiaoshuang", but unfortunately, the voice reached the corner of her mouth, tears wet the corners of her eyes, and her choked voice was muffled in her heart, and she couldn't shout out.

She saw the anger in Cheng Wushuang's eyes, and she thought that Cheng Wushuang was hating her.

At this moment, her whole body was deadlocked.

The Northern Wind on the side, but there was no fluctuation of the Northern Dance's emotions, but a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, he knew Cheng Wushuang's strength, even if it was him, he couldn't see through it, Cheng Wushuang appeared this time, he should have come prepared, and he would definitely not appear rashly.

The time with Cheng Wushuang made him understand that this little guy is so cautious about everything, and he definitely doesn't do anything that he is not sure of, this time he knew that the Northern Canggu Clan attacked the Northern Netherworld Holy Clan, and he still came, it seems that he is returning with strength!

Almost Cheng Wushuang's appearance also attracted the eyes of the North Minghong above the temple, only to see the cloudy eyes of the North Minghong, widening, looking at the resolute back carefully, and the pupils were slightly contracted.

He seemed to be recalling the figure of Cheng Xiaotian that he came to that humble little place twenty years ago, in his eyes at that time, Cheng Xiaotian did not have any power to resist, he was completely an ant-like existence, and the baby boy without martial arts in Cheng Xiaotian's hand was even more humble.

In his cognition, there is no martial vein, that is, there is no bloodline of the Northern Pluto Saint Clan, and it is a humble existence, tainted with the blood of low-level indigenous planet people.

He despised the existence of such people.

Now, twenty years later, time beats as if it were yesterday.

When he saw the baby boy again, a young man who was already a strong man, with perseverance, with unyielding, with strength, appeared in front of his eyes.

His eyes couldn't see through Cheng Wushuang's strength, and he could only vaguely perceive that by Cheng Wushuang's side, there was a powerful momentum, and this momentum, with anger and endless coercion, began to spread towards the main hall.

All the elders felt a dullness in their hearts, and all the Dharma Protectors were shocked by this coercion, and their faces stiffened.

Even Beiyin Tianyun showed a pale look, he couldn't figure out why in less than a year, a little ghost who was originally inferior to him would grow into a monster powerhouse that even he was afraid of!

The power generated by this coercion is enough to get infinitely close to the existence of the true God!

The white-haired Heaven Swallowing Ancestor was also moved at this moment, he couldn't believe that this young man full of power and coercion was the descendant of the Northern Immortal Dance, the child abandoned by the Northern Immortal Rainbow back then.

With this kind of coercive power, the Heaven Swallowing Ancestor felt that it was already on par with him.

"What a terrible person!" Swallowing Heaven Ancestor exclaimed in his heart, but he sneered again, no matter how terrible a person is, today, he can only die.

(End of chapter)