The power of the monstrous divine power, along with the sword light of Cheng Wushuang's Double Dragon Desolate Sword, bloomed on the ruins of the temple, and everyone was shocked, Cheng Wushuang suddenly attacked the Heaven Devouring Ancestor.

Although Cheng Wushuang and Bei Cang Nian made moves, and the strength they showed was earth-shattering, shocking the demigods of everyone present, but Cheng Wushuang really fought against a figure of the level of the Swallowing Heaven Ancestor, and everyone felt that Cheng Wushuang was still slightly inferior.

After all, the divine power aura that Cheng Wushuang burst out was only the level of the Divine Power Tribulation, and the Heaven Swallowing Ancestor was infinitely close to the existence of the True God Realm, so to speak, there was only a gap between the strength of the Heaven Swallowing Ancestor and the True God.

Cheng Wushuang wants to defeat the Heaven Devouring Ancestor, but it is still a little unrealistic.

"Wushuang!"

Bei Ming Hanxiang snorted in the distance, a little worried about her younger brother, now that the Bei Canggu clan has already surrounded the Northern Shen Clan, and Cheng Wushuang stepped forward at such a critical juncture, which made her very moved, especially between life and death, she felt the cordial warmth emanating from Cheng Wushuang.

She understands that maybe it is the relationship between brothers and sisters, the attachment and care between relatives.

She didn't want Cheng Wushuang to be hurt.

And the Northern Stygian Dance and the Northern Stygian Wind also showed a hint of worry, Cheng Wushuang's strength, in the eyes of the two of them, was a little unfathomable, but this Heaven Swallowing Ancestor, but a fossil-level figure in the Northern Underworld Holy Clan, the years he had survived, he had already been a monster, and the longer this kind of person lived, the purer the divine power in his body became.

Cheng Wushuang is opposite to such a character, so they can't worry about it.

After all, Cheng Wushuang was a person who only had nineteen life wheels, and he didn't even have twenty life wheels.

At such a young age, it was really a bit reluctant to fight against someone of the level of the Heaven Swallowing Ancestor.

However, there was a flash of expectation in the heart of the Northern Stylist, feeling that Cheng Wushuang was not a reckless person, he could come here, and he definitely had something to rely on, so he was thinking about Cheng Wushuang's hole card in his heart, what was it, and whether he could save the Northern Underworld Saint Clan's extermination.

"Stop him. Bei Minghong felt a pain in his heart, he knew that the strength of this grandson was absolutely transcendent, if he could be given another year or two to develop, the absolute ability would be overwhelming everyone present, but it was a pity that it couldn't be now.

He deeply knows that the value of the existence of the North Swallowing Heaven as an ancestor, this kind of character is simply a monster-like existence, all his power is accumulated because of his long life, once he completely exerts his strength, the consequences are perverted, beyond all common sense, even if the true god comes, it can be annihilated.

Many of the elders and Dharma protectors present also looked at Cheng Wushuang's sword in shock, feeling that this sword was amazingly powerful, and when it came to sharpness, no one could match it in sword cultivation, but at the moment, it was not good.

The people of the Northern Canggu clan sneered again and again.

In their eyes, how could they not know how powerful this Heaven Swallowing Ancestor's strength is, such a powerful character, if he truly develops divine might, it will be a kind of earth-shaking existence!

How can a mere nobody compare with this Heaven-Swallowing Ancestor?

"Boy, your miscellaneous existence, it's just a coincidence, with the luck of the previous life, you won a few creations, you really think that you can't go against the sky, with your ability, don't you still want to be in front of the army of the Northern Canggu Clan, and you can't turn the clouds and rain?"

"Do you think you are the reincarnation of the Ancient Three Emperors?

"It's a joke, look at the old man, I'll crush your sword. ”

The Heaven-Swallowing Ancestor smiled unruly, and the figure of the whole person, with the sword qi slashed by Cheng Wushuang, flew into the void, and then the divine power was vast, and between his hands, the power of the stars was aroused, and the entire void suddenly turned from day to night, and everyone was shocked to find that they could see the stars in the sky.

At this time, the Heaven-Swallowing Ancestor, with the help of the light of the stars, actually waved a huge divine thought, and conjured up a divine thought body, which was extremely powerful, as if it was a demon god under the night sky.

The huge dark law body, opened its scarlet eyes, and under the bombardment of endless sword qi, it suddenly swung a punch, this punch, as if with the help of the light of the stars, was powerful, terrifying, and full of endless coercion.

The crowd was horrified.

Countless members of the Northern Hell Saint Clan all widened their eyes, looking at this demon god-like Dharma Body, revealing a look of horror, they couldn't forget the origin of this Dharma Body.

This Dharma Body is the ancestor of the first generation of the Northern Underworld Saint Clan, a demigod-level martial art cultivated with the help of Divine Thoughts, the Saint Luo Dharma Body, this Dharma Body, as powerful as this, is a powerful martial art that the ancestors of the past generations will know, and has killed the existence of countless true gods.

Among the Northern Hell Holy Clan, countless elders and Dharma protectors of the Divine Tribulation have all cultivated this Dharma Body, knowing that this Dharma Body is extremely difficult to cultivate, and some elders have spent a heavy price in order to cultivate this Dharma Body, retreating for a hundred years, and losing hundreds of lifespans, all of them are unable to cultivate this Dharma Body, which shows the horror of this Dharma Body.

"Saint Luo Dharma Body, but the ancestor of the Northern Hell Saint Clan, who has the art of Heavenly Creation, observes the stars, and comprehends the supreme martial arts, and the Heaven-Swallowing Ancestor shows the ancestral martial arts, this son will have no chance of winning. ”

The patriarch of the Beicang Ancient Clan smiled playfully.

At the beginning, the ancestor of the Northern Hell Holy Clan, but the peak of the saint rank, was about to step into the existence of the ancient emperor level, this kind of character, extremely strong, but unfortunately died for love, and failed to soar into the divine realm.

They went to the Northern Netherworld Saint Clan this time, just for the sake of this great god-level ancestor, and wanted to use his saint rank peak corpse to break the fourth reincarnation seal and awaken the bloodline of the Blood Heaven Emperor for the Tianjiao Beicang Nian of the Northern Canggu Clan.

Looking at the hundred-foot-high god and demon phantom, the huge fist, as if with the power of a starry sky world, blasted towards Cheng Wushuang's figure, and all the space in this world was turned into pieces under this shadow fist.

Everyone thinks that Cheng Wushuang, the pride of the sky, has fallen!

No one can get a glimmer of life under the shadow fist of this god and demon phantom, even the patriarch of the Northern Hell Holy Clan, the peak strength of the Northern Hell Hong, cannot use this punch.

Swallowing Heaven Ancestor, as soon as he made a move, he used his hole cards to suppress Cheng Wushuang to death!

Staring at the punch that filled the sky.

Cheng Wushuang's swinging sword qi became extremely small in that punch.

Rumble!

When the sword light collided with the fist shadow, it all turned into a wild wind and dissipated.

Cheng Wushuang's eyes widened, shocked by the power of this punch, this Heaven Swallowing Ancestor, it really deserves the title of having the ancestor, since the other party is playing his hole cards as soon as he makes a move, then if he is hiding clumsy, he will be a little dead.

"Little thing, give me death!" the Northern Immortal Ancestor sneered, as if he saw victory.

Wow!

When everyone felt that the overall situation had been decided, a sneer appeared at the corner of Cheng Wushuang's mouth.

A world force that terrified everyone bloomed in Cheng Wushuang's body as a strange world phantom appeared.

Cheng Wushuang abandoned the sword at this time!

The Twin Dragons Desolate Sword in his hand, in an instant, was injected with the power of the World Star Soul, and turned into two lifelike Heavenly Dragons, one white and one black, with light and darkness, rising from the ground, with a kind of rebelliousness, and biting towards the fist shadow of the sky!

Those two heavenly dragons, with arrogance, swept unhindered, as if the world was invincible.

Rumble!

In the end, Shuanglong pierced through the phantom of the Hundred Demon God and instantly smashed the huge fist shadow.

Countless people were shocked, even Bei Cangnian's eyes widened, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching.

The strongest divine thought technique of the ancestor of the Northern Netherworld Saint Clan was actually turned into pieces under these two Heavenly Dragon minions!

(End of chapter)