The sound of Tao rose faintly, along with the wind of annihilation that was growing in this place. An almighty and powerful person, a super figure, was rapidly descending here. The pressure he exuded made everyone subconsciously want to go and greet him.
Feng Qingyang's face was calm, and it was impossible to tell what he was thinking at all. It seemed that all this had nothing to do with him. At the farthest point on the sea level, several figures gradually became clear.
They moved forward slowly, each one taller than the other, majestic and boundless, like mountains that had fallen to this place. Every time they moved, the earth would tremble. The spreading aura seemed to crush the sky and the earth. The horrifying scene made everyone present open their eyes wide in an instant.
Who are they? Billions of eyes were staring at each other. They walked very slowly, but every step they took was quite shocking. The existence of each of them seemed to be extremely ancient, and the Dao rhyme emanating from their bodies seemed to have merged with the current Heavenly Dao.
Eight!
There are eight quasi-saints, the strongest geniuses under the Saint. There are eight of them in total, and judging from the aura they exude, they are definitely not simple little characters. Each of them is a super overlord capable of wiping out all the major forces.
Together, they walked slowly towards Feng Qingyang from the end of the sea level. The sea collapsed, the earth shook, and even the void in all directions was completely shattered. The sky was interwoven with countless dazzling streams of light. It was not that they deliberately wanted to express something, but that their voices of Tao and the great Dao they had comprehended had resonated with heaven and earth. They were like the most proud disciples of the Heavenly Dao, or puppets. Therefore, the Heavenly Dao would inevitably cast a halo on them, covering them deeply and making them extremely powerful.
This sound, like a blessing from heaven and earth, sounded an ancient war song for the union of the eight of them. They were powerful beings recognized by heaven, and each of them had his own strengths.
Perhaps they could not even defeat the peerless swordsman individually, but the difference was not too far. Now there were eight of them, and they were all quasi-saints recognized by the heavens. Just thinking about it made people shudder.
These eight figures shrouded in light and shadow, with interwoven halos flooding the sky and earth, seemed like they came out of the light, trying to dispel the darkness and murderous aura here. Each of them turned into a majestic and soft light under the halo.
So much so that, when they slowly approached, the people here could not help but feel a kind of worship and fanaticism in their hearts, which even surpassed Feng Qingyang's madness. The sound of Tao they produced together was enough to make anyone here spend their entire life pursuing and looking up to it.
All the cultivators of the ancient times were shaken in their hearts and their eyes were about to blaze with fire. These were the strong men of their time, their pride, the face of the ancient times. Eight geniuses who were not weaker than any other era, and they appeared together like this, one could imagine how shocking the scene would be.
However, when they slowly walked in, especially when they were getting closer and closer to Feng Qingyang, everyone suddenly realized that something was wrong with them. Although they were also ancient cultivators, the way they looked at Feng Qingyang clearly released murderous intent.
It was like cold water being poured over their heads. They really couldn't believe it. They were obviously from the same era and should have united now to resist the encroachment of the ancient and medieval monks. Why were they still killing each other and fighting against each other
Although they had guessed it in their hearts, when they really faced it, some people with a far-sighted vision could not help but feel deeply disappointed. So what if there were powerful people? Could they all gather together like the monks in the Middle Ages and the ancient times
They even felt a little pity and helplessness for Feng Qingyang. He had earned face for the ancient cultivators, and seemed to have reached the end of his strength, but he didn't expect that he would end up facing the killing of the top masters of his own era. How could he fight back? Looking at the eight quasi-saints who were almost suffocating the four sides, Feng Qingyang's face remained unchanged, but he sneered in his heart.
They were indeed very strong, and it was indeed difficult for me to defeat them in this state, but who said I would compromise? They had more people, so did I have fewer people on my side
At this moment, there was complete silence all around. Except for the solemn and murderous aura that filled the void, there was nothing else in the quiet atmosphere, even to the point of complete silence.
If Feng Qingyang hadn't been standing there, they would have almost felt despair. Would he still be able to fight? How should he fight these eight super powers
However, they were overthinking. Just when these eight powerful beings were less than a dozen feet away from Feng Qingyang, a strong breath suddenly burst out from the void and a sound of wild laughter appeared. Following closely was an endless murderous intent that intertwined the void, giving people a feeling of a fight to the death.
"Thinking that your numbers can bully the few? I say you are daydreaming, King Dan Ming!" The person who spoke was none other than Qian Shangli, the eldest senior brother of the City of Sin. When he opened his mouth, several people behind him came to Feng Qingyang and protected him firmly.
The road of reincarnation was spinning, the sky was collapsing and the earth was breaking apart. Everyone felt that their souls were about to leave their bodies and enter a reincarnation that was beyond their control. They couldn't help but be secretly frightened, but their originally depressed hearts suddenly turned around. Perhaps, with him around, Feng Qingyang would not fall.
Bathed in brilliant light, the man known as Dan Mingwang walked out from the crowd. He had two wings on his back. The shiny black wings looked a little strange, interwoven with the rhyme of death. Just one look at them gave one the feeling of being about to die.
He has a human face, but the aura he exudes is full of demonic energy. I think he is another demon similar to Zhan Tai back then, with a mixture of human and demon blood. However, to be able to cultivate to such a level, he must have an extraordinary and powerful bloodline.
Obviously, his goal was very clear, which was to come and kill Feng Qingyang, and he was acquainted with Qian Shangli, which silently proved that he belonged to the nine holy forces, and was the best among them. Their appearance couldn't help but make people have a bad idea.
Could it be that the Holy Lord wanted to take action to extinguish Feng Qingyang now? As soon as they thought of this, their faces began to change drastically. At the same time, a wave of unwilling anger arose one after another, resonating with the ancient cultivators from all directions.
"Why?"
"He is a great man from our recent ancient times. Why should we kill him?"
"Why?" The crowd shouted and cursed, one after another. They kept scolding the eight powerful beings who appeared at this moment. Their original admiration for the strong disappeared in an instant, and was replaced by extremely strong contempt and anger. It was already this time, and they were still thinking about killing each other
"You guys..." Feng Qingyang looked around, memorized their faces deeply in his heart, and felt touched.