With the injection of Cheng Wushuang's 'mixing' power, the soul power in the black 'colored' gem became more and more huge, and under the effect of those ancient imprints, faintly, this soul power gradually began to form a soul body.

"Could it be that this gem hides a person's soul?"

Cheng Wushuang was secretly frightened, and immediately increased the injection of power, wanting to see if someone's soul was really sealed in the black 'colored' gem.

However, after half a cup of tea, after the soul body grew halfway, it seemed to stop growing, no matter how much Cheng Wushuang spent the power of 'mixing', he could not make the soul body change further.

Seeing this, Cheng Wushuang became a little anxious.

Xiao Meng said at this time: "Master, quickly take out the lotus seeds of the Golden Flame Snow Lotus in the planting space and refine them into spiritual liquid, and inject them into that soul body!"

"The Golden Flame Snow Lotus is the evolution of the Ice Flame Snow Lotus, and it is faster than the Ice Flame Snow Lotus in terms of the healing and recovery of soul and 'essence' divine power!"

Hearing this, Cheng Wushuang immediately took out the soul body of a Golden Flame Snow Lotus, and the Creation Divine Flame was sacrificed, and the black and white 'colored' flames were between ten breaths, turning the lotus seed rich in huge spiritual energy into a drop of transparent spiritual liquid, flashing with a crystal luster, and under the traction of the 'essence' divine power, it entered the black 'color' gem.

That soul body was nourished by the spiritual liquid of this divine 'medicine', just like a dehydrated person in the desert drinking nectar 'dew', and in an instant, it began to transform!

In less than three breaths, the spiritual fluid was completely absorbed, and the soul body kept colliding, and finally turned into a phantom of a young man and appeared in front of Cheng Wushuang.

"Who are you?" Cheng Wushuang said coldly.

The phantom did not answer, but stared at Cheng Wushuang in surprise, the expression on his face was stalemate, and the corners of his mouth twitched, as if he was very agitated.

"Northern Dance?"

"Why does your face look a little like the Northern Dance?"

The phantom 'stirred' the way, and the condensed soul phantom began to shake violently with the strong emotion in the voice.

Cheng Wushuang was shocked when he heard the first words blurted out by this phantom, and he was actually shouting her mother's name!

"Are you from the Northern Styls family?"

Cheng Wushuang's tone was cold, his eyes carefully scanned the man, recalling the scene when he met his mother in the Cheng family's martial arts tower, and was shocked to find that the man in front of him was actually two or three points similar to his mother's appearance!

"Who are you, and what does the Northern Dance have to do with you?"

This time, it was the phantom who asked.

Cheng Wushuang restrained his mind, suppressed the shock in his heart, and said calmly: "My name is Cheng Wushuang, and you are talking about my mother!"

"Now I ask you, how do you know my mother's name, who are you, from the Northern Underworld?"

After Cheng Wushuang finished speaking, there was a touch of coldness in his eyes, and in his impression, the people of the Northern Hell Holy Clan were not good people.

Seeing a hint of hostility in Cheng Wushuang's eyes, the phantom hurriedly said excitedly: "My name is Bei Yingfeng, and your mother!"

"It's my sister!"

"Unexpectedly, when I came back to life in this posture, my sister was already married, not only that, but even the children were so old!"

After Bei Yingfeng finished speaking, a pair of loving eyes stared at Cheng Wushuang on his fragile soul body.

“......”

Cheng Wushuang's thinking was suddenly messy, wasn't this soul in front of him his dead uncle?

Heaven can't be such a coincidence, right? He found the corpse of the first Immortal Feather Realm, got a strange stone plate necklace, threw it into the storage space, and because of the ruby, it was mutated, and took it out again, and after some tossing, he 'made' a soul body, and it turned out that this soul body was his dead uncle......

Cheng Wushuang said: "How did you die like this?"

He still couldn't believe that the handsome man in front of him was actually his uncle.

The Northern Wind sighed, and seeing that Cheng Wushuang's eyes were full of doubts, he said in detail about the battle for the Demon Emperor's inheritance in Sirius twenty years ago.

About half an hour of narration!

Cheng Wushuang finally 'figured' how the Northern Pluto Wind died, and by coincidence, the geniuses of the Northern Pluto Saint Clan got the detailed location of the Demon Emperor's inheritance, and then controlled the holy weapon, crossed the star field, and came to Sirius.

As a result, because he forcibly opened the inheritance, he was locked in the nameless space of the inheritance transformation, because some of the clansmen wanted to escape, and they used a very vicious secret method to kill many clansmen, and obtained the blood power of the Northern Netherworld Holy Clan, and escaped from the broken space.

And the Northern Wind was the first to be killed and died the worst! His whole body was 'drained' of his 'essence' blood.

After that, he didn't know what was going on.

Cheng Wushuang thought about it for a while, the reason why his mother was able to survive should have some secret methods to save her life, so she escaped the minions of the murderer.

"Who the hell is that man?"

Cheng Wushuang's eyes lit up with anger.

The soul of the Northern Stygian Wind couldn't help but clench his fists tightly, and said with a hideous hatred: "That person's name is Northern Stygian Ouyang!"

"I'll write him down!"

"Uncle, don't worry, when I return to the Northern Netherworld Saint Clan in the future, I will take revenge on you!"

Cheng Wushuang said, silently engraved this person's name in his heart, he didn't know if his mother had returned to the family for more than ten years, and whether he had gotten rid of this person.

When Bei Yingfeng heard that Cheng Wushuang had inadvertently recognized him as an uncle, his soul sobbed slightly for a while, and his heart was moved, he didn't expect that he would also be an uncle one day.

Before he died, he was a young man in his early twenties, and when he woke up after his death, he found that his sister's sons were so old, and he immediately sighed that time passed too quickly.

He used the power of his soul to peek at Cheng Wushuang's cultivation, and was surprised to find that Cheng Wushuang only had the fourth transformation of the Xuan Transformation Realm!

A person who inherits the bloodline of the Northern Netherworld Saint Clan, even if he combines with a foreign race, his qualifications will not be so bad, and at the age of more than ten years, he at least has the cultivation of the domain master realm, or even the realm spirit!

"Why is your realm so low?" said the Northern Wind in confusion.

At the moment, Cheng Wushuang was helpless, and told all kinds of experiences that he had come to this world as a waste material, adding oil and vinegar, filtering out the existence of the system, and introducing the Heavenly Demon Inheritance by accident, so that he regained the way of cultivation, which made this uncle who suddenly appeared so moved that he was a mess!

"Oh, poor boy! I've been miserable for you all these years. ”

"I can't imagine that the people of the Northern Hell Saint Clan are so ruthless!"

"I admire your father, who has insisted on finding a cure for your congenital meridian deficiency for more than ten years!"

Bei Ying Feng sighed, his tone full of regret and admiration.

Hearing this, Cheng Wushuang had a good impression of this uncle, and he found that not everyone in the Northern Hells family was so cold-blooded and discriminated against his father and son.

Cheng Wushuang said: "Uncle, don't worry, when I go up to cultivation, I will definitely give you a bloodline body that is stronger than the bloodline of the Northern Netherworld Saint Clan." ”