The sound of the Tao rises faintly, along with the wind of silence that breeds here, there is supreme power, and the superman is rapidly descending here, and the coercion emitted makes everyone subconsciously want to go to greet it.

Feng Qingyang's face was calm, and he couldn't see the slightest thought in his heart, all of this seemed to have nothing to do with him, and at the farthest point of the sea level, several voices and shadows slowly became clear.

Slowly advancing, one taller than the other, the majestic shore is boundless, like a mountain falling here, without moving, the earth will tremble, the diffuse breath is about to crush the sky and the earth, the terrifying scene, instantly made everyone present widen their eyes.

Who are they? Hundreds of millions of eyes stared at each other, they walked very slowly, but every step was quite shocking, the existence of each statue seemed to be incomparably ancient, and the Dao rhyme diffused on their bodies seemed to have merged with the current Heavenly Dao.

Eight!

The eight quasi-saint extreme powerhouses, the strongest Tianjiao under the saint venerable, are full of the existence of the eight deities, and looking at the aura they exude, it is definitely not a simple small role, each of them is a super overlord who is enough to wipe out the major forces.

Under their joint efforts, from the end of the sea level towards the wind Qingyang, the sea collapsed, the earth shook, and even the void in all directions was completely shattered, and the sky intertwined with countless dazzling streamers, not that they deliberately wanted to show anything, but their Dao sound, the Dao of comprehension, has resonated with heaven and earth, they are like the most proud disciples under the Heavenly Dao, or puppets, therefore, the Heavenly Dao will inevitably exert an aura, enveloping it deeply, making them extremely powerful.

And this sound, like the blessing of heaven and earth, sounded an ancient war song for the union of the eight of them, they are the great power recognized by the heavens, and each has their own strength.

Maybe they are even inferior to the Peerless Sword Saint alone, but the difference is not too far, and now there are eight of them, and they are all quasi-saint extreme powerhouses under the approval of the Heavenly Dao, just thinking about it makes people shudder.

These eight figures shrouded in light and shadow, the intertwined halo of light flooded the heavens and the earth, they seemed to come from the light, wanting to dispel the darkness and slaughter here, each of them turned into a majestic soft light under the halo.

So much so, when they slowly approached, there was an uncontrollable worship and fanaticism in the hearts of the people in all directions here, even beyond the madness of the clear wind, and the sound of the Tao they produced together was enough to make anyone in this place spend their whole life pursuing and looking up.

The ancient monks are all shaking in their hearts, and their eyes are about to burst into flames, this is the strong man of their time, the pride of their time, the face of the ancient times, the whole eight are not weaker than the Tianjiao of any era, such a joint appearance, the scene can be imagined how shocking it will be?

However, when they slowly walked in, especially when they were getting closer and closer to the clear wind, everyone suddenly realized that something was wrong with them. Although they were also ancient monks, their gaze towards Feng Qingyang clearly released killing intent.

Like cold water poured on their heads, they really couldn't believe it, they were all people of the same era, and they should unite now to resist the encroachment of the ancient and medieval monks, why do they still kill each other and fight in the same room now?

Although there is already a guess in my heart, when I really face it, some people who have seen far away still can't help but be deeply disappointed, what if there is power? Can it be like the Middle Ages and the Ancient Monks, all gathered together?

They even had a trace of pity for Feng Qingyang, and a sense of helplessness, he had earned face for the ancient monks, and it seemed that he had reached the end of the strong crossbow, but he didn't expect that he would have to face the killing of the peak powerhouses of his own era, how could he resist? Looking at the eight quasi-saint extreme powers that were almost out of breath in all directions, Feng Qingyang's face remained unchanged, but his heart was sneering.

They are indeed very strong, and it is indeed difficult to defeat them in this state, but who said that they would compromise?

At this moment, there was no sound all around, and the quiet breath was nothing but the aura of killing in the void, even to the point of silence.

If it weren't for Feng Qingyang still standing there, they would almost have felt hopeless, would he still be able to fight? How should he fight these eight super powers?

However, they were too worried, and almost when these eight great powers were less than a dozen feet away from the wind clearing, the void suddenly erupted with a strong aura, and the sound of wild laughter appeared, followed by endless killing intent, intertwining the void, giving people a sense of immortality.

"I say you're daydreaming, Dan Hades!" It was none other than the senior brother of Sin City, Qian Yanli, who spoke, and when he spoke, several people behind him came to Feng Qingyang's side and firmly protected him.

The avenue of reincarnation rotated, the sky collapsed, and everyone felt that their souls were about to immediately get out of their bodies and enter a reincarnation that was not under their control, and they couldn't help but be secretly frightened, but the originally low heart had a turn for the better in an instant.

Bathing in the essence of light, the man who was called the Dan Hades King walked out of the crowd, his back wings, the black and shiny wings looked a little weird, and the rhyme of death was intertwined on it, just by looking at it, he had the feeling that he was about to die.

He has a human face, an aura that can be exuded, and a strong demonic aura, thinking that he is a demon who is similar to the Zhan Tai clan back then, and the bloodlines of humans and demons are mixed, but to be able to cultivate to such an extent, it must be an amazing powerful bloodline.

Obviously, his goal is very clear, that is, to come to kill Feng Qingyang, and he knows Qian Yanli, which silently proves that he belongs to the Nine Great Saint Venerable forces, and he is also the best among them, and their appearance can't help but make people have a bad idea in their hearts.

Could it be that now is the Holy Venerable who wants to extinguish the wind and clear the yang, as long as he thinks of this, everyone's faces begin to change greatly, and at the same time, an unwilling anger rises one after another, forming a resonance with the ancient monks of the Quartet.

"Why?"

"He is the great power of our ancient times, why should we kill him?"

"Why?" the crowd shouted, one after another, they kept scolding the eight great powers that appeared at this moment, the original worship of the strong disappeared in an instant, replaced by extremely strong contempt and anger, when is this, still thinking about cannibalism?

"You ......" Feng Qingyang looked around, remembering their faces deeply, and a touch of emotion followed.