Chapter 400: Shadow of the Ancient City

Chapter 400 Shadow of the City

"Ding! Su Dong has cultivated to the second-level saint realm, and the effect of cultivation has been returned ten thousand times. Su Dong's body has become ten thousand times stronger!"

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

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

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

"With my current cultivation strength, I can easily kill and enslave tens of thousands of second-level saints, kill hundreds of third-level saints in seconds, and be comparable to hundreds of fourth-level 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 gap between the levels is bigger as you go to the later levels.

For example, a ninth-level Saint can easily kill 10,000 first-level Saints.

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

Even if Yang Feng has a system, he cannot fight against a ninth-level Saint without a powerful eternal artifact at the first-level Saint stage.

Therefore, the later the Saint Realm is, the more Yang Feng fights against the next level, and at most he is invincible at the same level!

After a sigh, Yang Feng continued to practice the technique, absorbing the original energy of the first-level Saint Vein and condensing the Saint Energy.

However, after reaching the second-level Saint Energy, the Saint Energy in Yang Feng's body has become many times purer, and the original energy required to condense a trace of Saint Energy has increased many times.

The original Qi in the first-level holy vein, which was originally quite pure and rich, was already a little thin for Yang Feng, and not pure enough.

If Yang Feng wanted to condense holy energy, he had to absorb a large amount of the original Qi in the first-level holy vein, purify and compress it, and then condense holy energy.

In this way, every time Yang Feng condensed a trace of holy energy, he needed many times more original Qi, and it took a lot of time to purify it.

"Ding! Su You condensed a trace of second-level holy energy, and the effect of cultivation was returned ten thousand times. Su You obtained ten thousand strands of second-level holy energy!"

After Yang Feng spent a lot of time and successfully condensed a trace of second-level holy energy, a crisp reminder sounded in his ears.

Then, ten thousand strands of second-level holy energy appeared out of thin air in Yang Feng's sea of ​​consciousness.

"At my current cultivation speed, it will take fifty years to reach the third-order saint realm!"

"An ordinary second-order saint will need five hundred thousand years to reach the third-order saint realm!"

"And an ordinary second-order saint only has a lifespan of twenty thousand years, and can't reach the third-order saint realm at all!"

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

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

Fifty years is not worth mentioning for Yang Feng, who has a lifespan of twenty thousand years.

Therefore, Yang Feng plans to practice hard for fifty years, and after being promoted to the third-order saint, he will go out and walk around to find a better saint vein.

Time passed quickly like flowing water, and fifty years passed in the blink of an eye.

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

This situation occurred because the attraction of the first-order holy veins to the third-order saints was too great, and no third-order saints came to compete for it.

Although the second-order saints and the first-order saints wanted to compete with Yang Feng and others for the first-order holy veins, they gave up directly after weighing their own strength in the face of the union of more than a hundred first-order saints.

Therefore, Yang Feng practiced peacefully for fifty years in the place where the first-order holy veins were located. No one came to disturb him, and no one affected his practice.

"Ding! Su Bu has practiced to the third-order saint realm, and the effect of practice has been returned ten thousand times. Su Bu's body is ten thousand times stronger!"

At this time, Yang Feng successfully broke through the bottleneck of the second-order saint and was promoted to the third-order saint. A crisp reminder sounded suddenly in his ears.

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

When the invisible energy faded, Yang Feng's body was strengthened 10,000 times, and his cultivation strength and combat power skyrocketed.

"With my current cultivation strength, I can easily kill a fourth-level saint and walk sideways in the wasteland!"

"After being promoted to a third-level saint, the first-level holy vein is too much for me!"

"If I continue to practice in the first-level holy vein, it will take me several years to be promoted to a fourth-level saint!"

"The most important thing is that the original energy contained in the first-level holy vein can no longer allow me to practice to the fourth-level saint realm!"

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

After a mutter, Yang Feng stood up and left the practice site, soared into the air, and flew away into the distance like a stream of light.

According to Yang Feng's understanding, the Ruins Wasteland is an extremely low and desolate place in the Eternal Continent.

There is no country in the Ruins Wasteland, only tribes.

Each tribe has a saint-level strongman sitting in it, and has a large population and land.

Among them, the most powerful tribes have holy veins.

Yang Feng's target is the Zhao tribe, which is 3 million kilometers away from the Yang tribe.

The Zhao tribe is a large tribe in the Ruins Wasteland, with twelve third-level saints, more than a hundred second-level saints, and more than a first-level saint.

And the saint-level strongmen of the Zhao tribe are all practicing in the third-level holy veins of the Zhao tribe.

Yang Feng's plan was simple, that is, to suppress and enslave all the saints of the Zhao clan, and then cultivate to the fourth-level saint realm as soon as possible with the help of the third-level saint veins of the Zhao clan.

After that, Yang Feng could leave the wasteland and enter the hinterland of the Eternal Continent to find a place with rich primitive energy to continue practicing.

"What is that?"

After Yang Feng flew more than one million kilometers in the sky of the wasteland, a huge virtual shadow of a city appeared in front of him, which made his eyes light up. He exclaimed and immediately accelerated his flying speed and approached the place where the virtual shadow of the city was.

Soon, Yang Feng approached the virtual shadow of the city.

A terrifying restriction fell on Yang Feng, causing Yang Feng's face to change drastically and he had to land on the ground.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

At this time, a series of crisp sounds of breaking through the air rang in Yang Feng's ears.

One by one, the first-level saints and second-level saints flew down from the distant sky, opened their eyes wide, looked at the virtual shadow of the city in the sky with excitement and excitement, and took out the communication holy artifact at the first time to ask for help from relatives and friends.

"During the ancient times, the Ruins Wasteland was a prosperous place. Many powerful countries and sects were located in the Ruins Wasteland! The virtual shadow of the city in the sky may be an old site and treasure left by a powerful country or sect in the ancient times!"

Looking at the virtual shadow of the city in the sky, a first-level saint said with excitement and expectation.

"A guy who has never seen the world!"

"This shadow of the city is a projection of the Eternal Temple, which contains endless treasures!"

"If you are lucky, you can get the temple token in the shadow of the city, become a disciple of the temple, and from then on, you will be a human being and no one dares to mess with you!"

As soon as the first-level saint finished speaking, a well-informed second-level saint loudly refuted, and stared at the shadow of the city with excitement and expectation.

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