"Ding! The host has cultivated to the level of a second-order saint, and the cultivation effect will be returned ten thousand times, and the host's body will be strengthened ten thousand times!"

When Yang Feng broke through the bottleneck and was promoted to a second-tier saint, a clear reminder sounded in his ears.

An invisible force entered Yang Feng's body and strengthened Yang Feng's body.

When the invisible power subsided, Yang Feng's body was strengthened ten thousand times, and his comprehensive strength and combat effectiveness skyrocketed.

"With my current cultivation strength, I can easily suppress and enslave tens of thousands of Tier [-] Saints, and instantly kill hundreds of Tier [-] Saints, comparable to hundreds of Tier [-] Saints!"

Feeling the surging holy power in his body, Yang Feng secretly evaluated in his heart.

The Saint Realm is divided into nine levels, and the gap between each level is huge, and the further the level is, the greater the difference in strength.

For example, a ninth-level saint can easily kill 1000 million eighth-level saints.

The gap between the two is extremely terrifying, like a chasm.

Even if Yang Feng had a system, at the stage of the eighth-level saint, he would not be able to fight against the ninth-level saint without an extremely powerful eternal artifact.

Therefore, the higher the rank behind the Saint Realm, the less Yang Feng can fight across the ranks, and at most he will be invincible at the same rank!

After sighing with emotion, Yang Feng continued to practice the exercises, absorbing the primordial energy of the first-order holy veins, and condensed the holy power.

However, after reaching the realm of a second-tier saint, the holy power in Yang Feng's body was purified many times, and the original power needed to condense a trace of holy power also increased many times.

The original pure and strong primordial energy in the first-order holy vein was already a little thin and not pure enough for Yang Feng.

If Yang Feng wants to condense the holy power, he must first absorb a large amount of first-order holy vein primordial energy, then purify and compress it, and then condense it into holy power.

In this way, every time Yang Feng condenses a trace of holy power, he needs many times more primitive energy, and it takes a lot of time for purification.

"Ding! The host condenses a trace of second-level holy power, and the cultivation effect will be returned ten thousand times, and the host will obtain ten thousand traces of second-level holy power!"

After Yang Feng spent a lot of time successfully condensing a trace of the second-level holy power, a clear reminder sounded in his ears.

Immediately afterwards, [-] strands of second-level holy power appeared out of thin air in Yang Feng's sea of ​​consciousness.

"At my current cultivation speed, it will take 50 years to cultivate to the realm of a third-order saint!"

"Ordinary Tier 50 saints need [-] years to cultivate to the realm of Tier [-] saints!"

"And ordinary second-tier saints only have a lifespan of [-] years, and they can't cultivate the realm of third-tier saints at all!"

Sensing the changes in the sea of ​​consciousness, Yang Feng muttered softly.

After muttering, Yang Feng continued to practice with his eyes closed.

50 years is nothing to Yang Feng who has a lifespan of [-] years.

Therefore, Yang Feng planned to practice penance for 50 years, and after being promoted to a third-tier saint, he would go out and walk around in search of better sacred veins.

Time flies by like flowing water. In the blink of an eye, 50 years have passed.

In the past 50 years, the place where Yang Feng lived was very quiet, and no one came to disturb him.

The reason for this situation is that the first-order sacred veins are not very attractive to the third-order saints, and there are no third-order saints to come to compete.

As for the second-tier saints and the first-tier saints, although they wanted to compete with Yang Feng and others for the first-tier saint veins, they gave up directly after measuring their own strength in the face of a union of more than a hundred first-tier saints.

Therefore, Yang Feng practiced peacefully for 50 years at the place where the first-order sacred vein was located, and no one came to disturb him or affect his cultivation.

"Ding! The host has cultivated to the level of a third-order saint, and the cultivation effect will be returned ten thousand times, and the host's body will be strengthened ten thousand times!"

At this time, Yang Feng successfully broke through the bottleneck of the second-tier saint and was promoted to the third-tier saint. A clear reminder sound suddenly rang in his ears.

An invisible force entered Yang Feng's body and strengthened his body.

When the invisible power subsided, Yang Feng's body was strengthened ten thousand times, and his cultivation strength and combat effectiveness skyrocketed.

"With my current cultivation strength, I can easily suppress and kill fourth-tier saints, and I can walk sideways in the wasteland of historic sites!"

"After being promoted to a third-tier saint, the first-tier holy vein has too little effect on me!"

"Continue to practice on the first-order holy vein, it will take me thousands of years to be promoted to a fourth-order saint!"

"The most important thing is that the primordial energy contained in the first-order sacred veins can no longer allow me to cultivate to the realm of a fourth-order saint!"

Feeling the surging holy power in his body, Yang Feng muttered softly.

After muttering, Yang Feng got up and left the training ground, soared into the sky, turned into a streamer, and galloped away into the distance.

According to Yang Feng's understanding, the wasteland of historic sites is an extremely low and desolate place in the Eternal Continent.

On the wasteland of historic sites, there is no country, only tribes.

Every tribe has a powerful saint who sits in town and has a large population and land.

Among them, the powerful tribes have holy veins.

Yang Feng's goal is the Zhao tribe, which is 300 million kilometers away from the Yang tribe.

The Zhao clan is a large tribe in the wasteland of historic sites. It has twelve third-tier saints, more than 100 second-tier saints, and more than a thousand first-tier saints.

And the saint-level powerhouses of the Zhao tribe all cultivated on the third-order holy vein of the Zhao tribe.

Yang Feng's plan is very simple, that is to suppress and enslave all the saint-level powerhouses of the Zhao tribe, and use the third-level holy veins of the Zhao tribe to cultivate to the fourth-level saint realm as soon as possible.

Afterwards, Yang Feng could leave the wasteland of historic sites and enter the hinterland of the Eternal Continent, looking for a place with strong primordial energy to continue his cultivation.

"what is that?"

When Yang Feng flew more than 100 million kilometers above the ancient wasteland, a huge phantom of the ancient city appeared in front of him, making his eyes brighten, and with a cry of surprise, he immediately accelerated his flight speed and approached the place where the phantom of the ancient city was. and go.

Soon, Yang Feng approached the ancient city Xuying.

An incomparably terrifying force of restraint fell on Yang Feng's body, causing Yang Feng's face to change drastically, and he was not allowed to land on the ground.

Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!

At this time, among the clear and crisp sounds of piercing the air, they rang in Yang Feng's ears.

First-tier saints and second-tier saints flew down from the distant sky, opened their eyes wide, looked at the phantom of the ancient city in the sky with excitement and excitement, and immediately took out A communication artifact to ask for help from relatives and friends.

"The wasteland of historical sites was also a prosperous place in ancient times. Many powerful national sect forces are located in the wasteland of historical sites! The phantom of the ancient city in the sky is likely to be a powerful country or sect force in ancient times. The ancient ruins and treasures that have come down!"

Looking at the phantom of the ancient city in the sky, a first-order saint said with excitement and anticipation.

"A guy who has never seen the world!"

"This phantom of the ancient city is a projection of the Eternal Temple, which contains infinite treasures!"

"If you are lucky, you can get the token of the temple in the phantom of the ancient city, become a disciple of the temple, and become a master from then on, no one dares to mess with it!"

As soon as the first-tier saint finished speaking, a well-informed second-tier saint retorted loudly, and stared closely at the phantom of the ancient city with excited and expectant eyes.

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