Just one glance can wipe out thousands of troops.

You must know that this so-called cannon fodder is all Dao realm powerhouses, if it is placed before the spiritual realm catastrophe, they are all the kind of existence that claims to be the master of the sect, so strong, how can they compete with it?

In fact, there are also a small number of monks who feel extremely happy in their hearts, and after the appearance of the Medieval Alliance, they began to run rampant in the spirit world, perhaps because there were more inheritance supernatural powers in the Middle Ages, so that when the nine major forces entered the world, they were completely crushed by the other party.

The appearance of the wind clear, although it has killed countless monks, but most of them are people from the Medieval Alliance, and the ancient monks secretly claim to be fast, and the Medieval Alliance is eager to kill them quickly.

"Formation, formation!" Someone behind shouted loudly, the wind was clear and strong, and they had already seen that it was not a single person who could match it, this person's mysterious origin, so strong, and indifferent look almost made everyone feel a kind of despair.

As far as the eye could see, the starry sky collapsed, the sun and the moon were gone, and the entire Xiuzhen Star seemed to be trembling slightly, exuding a kind of terror from the inside out.

"Damn, is this still a person? Who is he?" This powerful scene made everyone's scalps tingle, and the hairs on their bodies stood on end, and some people were even so frightened that they knelt on the ground.

How can they fight with such power? What can they fight? They are not people in the realm at all, even though there are countless monks surrounding them, how can ants turn the sky upside down? This is a world of difference.

Ninety percent of the people present were desperate, this was a man of the world, although he seemed to be young, seemingly harmless to humans and animals, and even had clear eyebrows, but who could compete with him? I am afraid that this person can only be matched by the wind and clear Yang in the depths of the Northern Regions? Even so, there will be an earth-shattering battle in the future.

People from different worlds, even if they really come with thousands of troops, it is difficult for them to contact the wind and Qingyang, and they can't even touch their hairs, they can only turn into cannon fodder under the wave of the other party's hand, and they can't die anymore.

"Who are you? There is my Holy Venerable disciple in the depths of the Northern Regions, if you want to go over, then you have to wait for my Holy Venerable disciple to walk over. There was a loud shout in the distance, and a figure was like lightning, whistling straight towards the wind.

Hearing this, Feng Qingyang and Gai Jiuyou glanced at each other, and suddenly laughed, it really didn't take any effort to get here, and today I finally found this impostor.

The person who came had a strange red hair, a middle-aged appearance, and was dressed in simple clothes, and he could be recognized at a glance that he was definitely not a monk in ancient times, not to mention anything else, and could be guessed just by the aura emanating from the other party.

He is three feet tall, his eyes are as big as copper bells, flashing with dazzling light, holding a huge spear, the red tassel is floating in the wind, the battle spirit is above the clouds, he is not majestic and domineering, he is a quasi-saint powerhouse, and he is also a quasi-saint late-stage, one foot has stepped into the extreme great perfection, his brows are suddenly raised, full of anger.

In today's era, in the era of chaos, the way of heaven is sleeping, the world is vying for power, and the monks who are sleeping in the ancient and middle ages have all chosen to revive by unique means, in order to find an opportunity to survive in this last world.

He hates anger, who dares to come and kill his own people, especially the master he is proud of, although the little master has a bad temper, but after all, he is also the person who will wake himself up, if he provokes the other party now, he will definitely hate and feel uncomfortable.

But the people under him reported one after another, he could only sigh and go out in person to see who the evil was, however, when he really saw the face of the wind and the clear face, he gasped, exuding a cold feeling from beginning to end, as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and all his anger was splashed from his head by the cold water in an instant, and his whole body was trembling slightly.

"Are you...... The wind is clear, the king of zombies is clear!"

As soon as these words came out, it was like a thunderclap born on the ground, which made everyone numb from head to toe, their eardrums buzzed, blood seemed to burst out of their bodies, and the faces of countless monks around them turned into frightened colors.

They are not people of this era, so they naturally know that Feng Qingyang in the depths of the Northern Regions is a fake, and they are actually their own masters, but now, when they meet the main master, they actually meet them.

This person is so famous that he has almost shocked the entire spiritual world, slaughtered countless powers, and has grown from the weakest zombie at the bottom to the present, which can be described as a myth that has risen in person.

The third will, the body of the Venerable Spirit, these two, everyone flocked to them, and almost fell into madness, but now, he really appeared, and he who was infected with countless powerful blood donations, really appeared.

Feng Qingyang looked at the red-haired middle-aged man in front of him lightly, his face was silent, there was a kind of blandness, and the original killing intent was also retracted after seeing this person, it was not that he was afraid. Instead, it is introverted, but it seems more unfathomable.

The pair of calm eyes, like the vast stars, just look at it, and feel that the soul is about to be swallowed up, even if you keep your mind, you don't dare to take a second look, lest the soul collapse.

The Wind Clear Divine Soul is not only the third will, but also the fusion of the Ancient Soul Devourer, and its strength is naturally self-evident.

This red-haired middle-aged man used to be the ultimate powerhouse of the Quasi-Saint Great Perfection, but now he has broken the seal, although he is not as strong as he was back then, he can still dominate the spiritual realm.

But now, when he saw the real wind clear, he sighed in his heart and secretly said that something was wrong.

"Withdraw, retreat, go back and report to the young master!" The middle-aged man was shocked, and shouted out almost with all his strength.

Everyone in the Quartet trembled as soon as these words came out, looking at the red-haired middle-aged man in disbelief.

This is their backbone, follow him across the spiritual world, everywhere he goes, he is the existence of encountering gods and killing gods, encountering Buddhas and killing Buddhas, and he has never seen the other party so out of shape.

He was almost frightened, although he didn't fight with Feng Qingyang, but he just felt a strong pressure from the other party's eyes.

He knew that even if he resisted, it was just an egg hitting a stone, and he would definitely die.

"Let's go, let's go!" he was the first to leave, and the monks of the four directions suddenly scattered, like a great river bursting its banks, and crawled in all directions.

However, it was all too late, almost at the moment when they fled, Feng Qingyang stretched out his big hand, crossed the air, and encompassed everyone, with a bang, the palm of his hand waved, and tens of thousands of monks turned into ashes in an instant, and they could no longer die.

"You...... You take them ...... Kill them all?"