Looking at the endless darkness ahead, the wind cleared and his consciousness spread out, sweeping in all directions with precision, like a storm blowing in the flats, sweeping wildly in all directions.

In the realm of kings, his divine soul is extremely powerful, coupled with the fusion of soul devouring, so his divine sense is extremely attacking, and his sharp divine sense is swept away in the void flower, making this place turn upside down, as if there is a feeling that super powerful energy is about to come.

Under the sweep, Feng Qingyang knew where he was, this place was located near the center of the battlefield of the two realms, and the monks on both sides fought separately, without the splendor of supernatural powers, nor the weirdness of magic.

There is only one primitive hand-to-hand combat, and on the battlefield here, some monks who focus on cultivating the Great Dao of the Flesh have taken advantage of it, and at the same time have kept their own vitality.

The roar kept ringing, and the wind was clear, and even he never thought that when he returned from the sealed realm, he would be able to resist the power of the rules of this place.

His divine sense, like an invisible hand, poked down from the void, accurately probing the four directions, the earth shook, the void came from an angry roar, and even the dim sky was surging in an instant, as if it was about to change the sky.

The Three Thousand Ancient Emperors of the Palm Realm, as well as the Eight Hundred Curse Venerables of the Sealed Realm, their battlefield is relatively special, they are on a fast and open plain, but there is a big river in the center of this plain that runs through the entire battlefield of the two realms.

This river is like water runoff, swallowing heaven and earth, so that they can not really fight, if they want to fight, they can only find a way to cross the river, but in a short time, they have not thought of a way, so they can only stand still, waiting for the time when the rules will change and they can use their supernatural powers.

And just as the wind was clear and the divine consciousness swept away, the powerful beings on both sides of the river suddenly opened their eyes, their eyes were solemn, and they stood up from the state of meditation almost at the same time.

Looking up at the sky, the tumbling darkness revealed an extraordinarily sharp slaughter, they were all people standing at the top of the spirit world, so they also understood what kind of aura this was.

It's just that this divine sense is too strong, and when it senses them, perhaps out of interest, it actually stays in the sky, so that a big transparent hand evolves on the sky.

Slowly pressing downward, that kind of power is incomparable, no one can fight against it, puff puff! Almost at the same time, countless ancient emperors and curse venerables knelt on one knee one after another, under this big hand, they were like ants, even if they used all their strength to resist, they could only barely maintain their last dignity, not lying on the ground.

Even the strongest of the Three Thousand Ancient Emperors, in the late stage of the Transformation Dao Realm, an existence comparable to the peak half-saint cultivation, immediately felt the coercion permeated by this powerful divine sense.

Although they were able to resist, they could not take the initiative to touch the divine consciousness in the sky, and some monks could not withstand the anger in their hearts, and extended their divine consciousness to fight against it.

Unbeknownst to him, at the moment of contact, under the shock of this divine consciousness, a mouthful of blood was directly spurted, and the divine consciousness that popped out was like a stone sinking into the sea, disappearing in an instant, and they were pale, one by one, they fell backwards, and finally sat on the ground, their expressions were languid, and there was anger and ruthlessness in their timidity.

"Carving insect skills, you can cultivate them, how can you suppress them with your divine sense?" The half-saint-level existence hidden in the middle of the void suddenly walked out of the void, they could control the sky, and they could use supernatural powers.

It seems that the monks on the battlefield, as long as they are not half-saints, cannot use supernatural spells, maybe this rule will not last long, but at least, they have an absolute advantage now.

Two half-saints came out of the Three Thousand Ancient Emperors, and similarly, two old men also walked out of the Eight Hundred Mantras, both of whom were half-saints!

The four of them looked at each other across the river, and the killing intent in their eyes suddenly collided, causing the temperature of the Quartet Void to drop wildly, and after half a pillar of incense, it actually snowed directly.

"You and I join forces to break through this big hand of divine consciousness that shrouds the void......" On the side of the ancient emperor, the old man who stood up said, and after a while, he jointly sacrificed a big seal, and flew upside down to the sky.

And those two curses also used strange magical powers, causing a huge skull to appear in the void, with unprecedented hideousness, frantically strangled upward.

The four demi-saints joined forces, and such a powerful true face was almost unprecedented, unheard of.

"It's him......" someone muttered, it was actually a retrograde deduction from the clear wind divine consciousness, deriving his position, and at the same moment, a huge projection appeared in the void.

This projection covers the sky and the sun, like an unfolded picture scroll, in which Feng Qingyang stands on the top of a mountain peak, with his eyes closed, his right hand slightly out, standing across the void.

"Junior, do you dare to come to the center of my battlefield?" There is a semi-saint who is not inferior to him, and his identity is special, in these two battlefields, he does not belong to any faction, but the third faction that is independent, and this faction, he is the only one.

Therefore, no matter where he goes, he will be killed, this is the rule set by the Heavenly Dao, no matter who he is, he can't resist, and if he wants to live, he can only kill all the people who want to kill him.

"I'm in a good mood today, so I'll play with you for a while. On the top of the mountain in the distance, the wind opened his eyes, his gaze was like a torch, almost melting the void beside him.

The arrogant response resounded through the void, echoing across the entire battlefield of the Two Realms, turning into a thunderous sound, sweeping in all directions without reducing the pressure.

Within this voice, there was the will of the clear wind, and the third will of the spirit world spread out, and everyone who heard this sound knelt on the ground, looking frightened and did not dare to do anything.

Naturally, they knew that the wind was clear, but so what? When he had just spread his reputation in the spirit world, everyone shook their heads and laughed at most.

But now, in the third day of Shibei, when the people who were once laughed at each other, today they have become the super power that dominates their life and death.

The thought of life and death is up to him, this will that spreads out with the voice, contains the omnipresent devouring of the soul, and the strength of his third will, suppressing it, making the face of the demi-saint who opened his mouth pale impressively.

According to his cultivation, he can sweep away the wind and clear the air, but his divine sense and will are completely exploded by the wind and clear yang, and he is restrained to death, and he has no power to fight back.

Not only that, but under the target, his body quickly fell backwards, and finally spurted out a mouthful of blood before he could barely stabilize his shaking body, his expression was frightened, and there was a thick disbelief.

"Devouring Divine Sense, what kind of supernatural power is this?"

"What?Devouring Divine Consciousness?" everyone trembled when they heard this, and the Divine Consciousness that was still sweeping in the void was withdrawn from their bodies by these monks.

The divine consciousness is originally spread out from the divine soul and devours the divine consciousness, doesn't it mean that it has devoured one's own divine soul?