Fantasy: I have a return system with ten thousand times the effect of cultivation

"Ding! The host condenses the holy soul and is promoted to a first-level saint. The cultivation effect will be returned ten thousand times, and the host's body and soul will be strengthened ten thousand times!"

When Yang Feng condensed his holy soul and was promoted to a first-tier saint, a clear reminder sounded in his ears.

Immediately afterwards, an invisible force entered Yang Feng's body, strengthening his body and soul.

When the invisible power subsided, Yang Feng's body and soul were strengthened ten thousand times.

"Although I am a first-order saint, whether it is physical fitness, soul strength, or the holy power in my body, I am more than [-] times stronger than ordinary first-order saints!"

"Thus, my combat power is far superior to that of ordinary first-tier saints, more than 1 times that of ordinary first-tier saints, slightly better than fourth-tier saints, and slightly inferior to fifth-tier saints!"

"It's just that I don't have powerful holy-level exercises and martial arts in my hands, nor do I have powerful holy weapons. The actual combat power should be about the same as that of a fourth-order saint!"

Feeling his physical condition, Yang Feng muttered softly.

After muttering, Yang Feng got up and walked towards the training room.

"My lord, the monks of our Yang clan discovered a first-order sacred vein in the Mangshan Mountains thirty thousand miles away!"

"It's just that the first-order sacred vein in the Mangshan Mountains was also discovered by the monks of the nearby Wang clan!"

"Not long ago, Wang Quan, the leader of the Wang clan, rushed to the Mangshan mountain range, beheaded all the monks of our Yang clan, and monopolized that first-order sacred vein!"

Seeing Yang Feng come out of the training room, a monk guarding the door of the training room immediately went up to greet him and said respectfully.

"Wang's tribe dared to snatch the first-order holy vein of our Yang's tribe, it's courting death!"

Hearing the words of the cultivator in the Godly Realm, Yang Feng's eyes flashed fiercely, and he said in a cold tone.

The Saint Realm is divided into nine levels from Tier [-] to Tier [-], and the gap between each level is huge, and the later the stage, the greater the gap between levels.

If a first-level saint wants to raise his cultivation level to the second level, he needs a large amount of primitive energy.

It would take too long to break through to the second level by simply relying on absorbing the primordial energy in the air.

With the ten-thousand-year lifespan of a first-tier saint, it is difficult to absorb enough primitive energy in his lifetime to be promoted to a second-tier saint.

If a first-tier saint wants to be promoted to a second-tier saint in his lifetime, he must absorb the primordial energy in the sacred veins for cultivation.

Only in this way can the first-tier saints save a lot of time in absorbing and refining the primordial energy, and before they die of old age, they can obtain enough primordial energy, accumulate enough holy power, hit the bottleneck, and be promoted to the second-tier saint.

Therefore, the holy vein is an extremely precious resource for monks in the saint realm.

The location of Yang Feng is located in the barren land of the Eternal Continent. The number of holy veins is extremely rare. Any one of the holy veins is an extremely rare thing, and it will cause countless saints to scramble for it.

Yang Feng was not at all surprised that the first-order sacred lineage in the Mangshan Mountains had no saints in charge, and was snatched away by the leader of the Wang clan.

However, when he thought that his own first-order sacred vein was snatched away by the leader of the Wang clan, Yang Feng became murderous, and his eyes were full of cold light.

"You manage the Yang clan well, I will go to the Mangshan Mountains and take back that first-order sacred vein!"

Yang Feng calmed down his angry mood, and after explaining to the monk in the state of God, he rose into the sky, turned into a stream of light, and went straight to the Mangshan Mountains.

Not long after, Yang Feng flew over a distance of more than [-] miles and came to the top of the Mangshan Mountains. He let go of his consciousness and explored around, looking for traces of the first-order holy veins.

Soon, Yang Feng discovered the location of the first-order sacred vein, and flew towards the location of the first-order sacred vein as soon as he moved.

At this time, a first-order saint who was cultivating in the first-order holy veins opened his closed eyes, and with a flicker, he disappeared in place and appeared above the first-order holy veins.

"This is the territory of our Wang clan, please leave here immediately, otherwise don't blame me for being rude to you!"

Seeing Yang Feng who was approaching rapidly, the eyes of the first-rank saint flashed fiercely, and he yelled loudly in a cold tone.

While speaking, the first-tier saint turned his palm, and a first-tier holy sword appeared in his palm. Under his urging, it emitted a bright holy light.

"This is obviously the territory of our Yang tribe, when did it become the territory of your Wang tribe!"

"I'll give you 1 minute to leave here immediately, or I will kill you!"

Hearing the words of the first-tier saint and seeing the actions of the first-tier saint, Yang Feng's eyes flashed fiercely, and he responded loudly in a cold tone.

In the evening, Yang Feng turned his palm, and a first-order holy sword appeared in his palm, emitting a bright holy light.

"Boy, you are courting death!"

Hearing Yang Feng's words, the first-tier saint's eyes flashed fiercely, and with a roar, he aroused the holy power in his body, urged the first-tier holy sword in his hand, turned it into a sharp sword light, and slashed at Yang Feng's body and go.

Faced with the attack of the first-order holy sword, Yang Feng's expression remained unchanged, and with a thought, the first-order holy sword in his hand turned into a streamer, and went straight to meet it.

boom!

With a crisp sound, the first-tier holy sword urged by the first-tier saint was destroyed by the first-tier holy sword urged by Yang Feng, and turned into countless fragments, flying around, destroying countless mountains, rocks and trees.

Immediately afterwards, the first-order holy sword activated by Yang Feng flashed across the void like lightning, piercing through the head of that first-order saint with undiminished force, causing blood to splatter and tragic death on the spot.

At this time, Yang Feng's terrifying soul power surged, turning into a big soul hand, grabbing the soul of the first-order saint, pulling it into his sea of ​​consciousness, suppressing, refining, and turning it into strands of essence Pure soul power, and a memory ball.

Afterwards, the pure soul power merged into Yang Feng's soul, which strengthened Yang Feng's soul a little.

The memory ball was slowly turning, and countless memory information flashed in Yang Feng's mind.

This allowed Yang Feng to have a clear understanding of that Tier [-] saint, and it also gave Yang Feng a more detailed understanding of his location and environment.

"The Yang clan is located in the ancient wasteland of the Eternal Continent!"

"The wasteland of historic sites is extremely vast, covering trillions of square kilometers, and there are countless trillions of people living there!"

"It's just that the ancient ruins wasteland is very barren, the number of sacred veins is extremely rare, and there is not even a single eternal divine vein!"

"Therefore, the number of strong men in the ancient wasteland is extremely rare, and the most powerful monks only have the cultivation strength of the fourth heaven of the saint realm!"

"With my current cultivation strength, I can completely sweep away all the powerhouses in the ancient wasteland, and take all the sacred veins in the ancient wasteland as my own!"

"After refining all the holy veins in the wasteland of the ancient ruins, I can almost be promoted to a second-tier, third-tier, and even fourth-tier saint!"

"At that time, I can leave the ruins wasteland and go to other places rich in resources to explore and travel!"

After browsing through all the memories of that first-order saint, Yang Feng muttered secretly in his heart.

After muttering, Yang Feng had a thought, and condensed soul talismans one after another, turning them into streams of light, entering the minds of the god-level monks of Wang's tribe, enslaving them all, and making them become their own soul talismans. soul slave.

Afterwards, Yang Feng asked these monks of the Wang clan's tribe to scatter around the first-order sacred veins to guard them, and they turned into a stream of light, flew down in the first-order sacred veins, sat cross-legged, and absorbed the rich energy of the first-order sacred veins. Primitive energy, silently cultivated.