Chapter 399 Suppression of Surviving Tier 1 Saints
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Wo Yu Cheng Feng
"Ding! The host has cultivated a sliver of holy power, and the cultivation effect will be returned ten thousand times, and the host will gain [-] traces of holy power!"
When Yang Feng refined a trace of holy power, a clear reminder sounded in his ears.
Immediately afterwards, [-] strands of holy power appeared in Yang Feng's sea of consciousness, causing the holy power in his sea of consciousness to skyrocket.
"The effect of cultivating in the first-order sacred vein is very good. In just a quarter of an hour, a trace of holy power was refined, which is more than ten times faster than the previous cultivation speed!"
"With my current cultivation speed, with the assistance of the ten thousand times return system, I can be promoted to a second-tier saint in at most three months!"
"If it is a monk who has just entered the saint realm, it will take at least 500 years of practice, or even more time, before he can be promoted to a second-tier saint!"
"However, the lifespan of a first-tier saint is 1 years, and it takes 500 years to reach the realm of a second-tier saint. For many first-tier saints, the speed is already very fast!"
"And this is also the reason why holy veins are so attractive to saints."
"Without the holy vein, it is extremely difficult for a first-tier saint to be promoted to a second-tier saint, there is no one in a million!"
"With a holy vein, a first-tier saint can easily cultivate to a second-tier saint in just two or three thousand years!"
"Therefore, for a powerful force with many holy veins, there is no shortage of strong ones!"
"As for a saint without a sacred vein, if he wants to snatch the sacred vein of a powerful force, he is simply courting death.
Therefore, saints without sacred veins can only rely on luck to find some unowned sacred veins.
Or squeeze your scalp, accept all kinds of harsh conditions, and join the big forces, so as to gain the opportunity to practice in the holy vein! "
Feeling his own cultivation speed, and feeling the soaring holy power in the sea of consciousness, Yang Feng muttered softly.
After muttering, Yang Feng turned off the system notification sound and concentrated on his cultivation.
When Yang Feng was concentrating on cultivating, the Wang clan fell apart and fought endlessly because of the death of a first-order saint and the suppression and enslavement of a large number of monks in the divine realm.
The changes in the Wang clan immediately attracted the attention of nearby forces.
Soon, the forces near the Wang clan discovered the reason why the Wang clan fell apart.
Afterwards, the leaders of the first-order saints of these forces all set their sights on the first-order saint veins.
However, the leaders of the first-tier saints of these forces, after investigation, were surprised to find that Yang Feng had easily killed two first-tier saints.
This made the first-order saint-level leaders of these forces raise their vigilance and secretly evaluate.
Finally, after communicating with the leaders of the Tier [-] Saint Realm of these forces, they took the initiative to contact the nearby Tier [-] Saints to form a team of Tier [-] Saints with a size of [-] people. shared.
One month later, after a consensus agreement was reached, a team of [-]-member Tier [-] Saints set off immediately, and rushed towards the place where the Tier [-] Saint Vein was located.
There is not much difference between a first-tier saint and a second-tier saint. A second-tier saint can only kill dozens of first-tier saints at most, and it is difficult to kill more than a hundred first-tier saints.
If one is not careful, a second-tier saint will be besieged and killed by more than a hundred first-tier saints.
The gap between the first-level saints is even smaller, and being able to kill two or three saints of the same level at the same time is considered to be superior in combat effectiveness.
It is even more difficult for a first-tier saint to kill more than a hundred first-tier saints, almost impossible!
And these more than a hundred first-order saints did not believe that Yang Feng could suppress and kill a hundred of them.
Therefore, this made more than a hundred first-order saints all confident, with smiles of victory on their faces.
Soon, more than a hundred first-level saints came to the vicinity of the first-level sacred veins, and found Wang's god-level monks scattered around the first-level sacred veins.
However, the hundred or so first-order saints did not take action to kill those cultivators in the divine realm, but shouted in unison: "Yang Feng, come out for us!"
While shouting in unison, more than a hundred first-order saints released their saint breath one after another, covering the depths of the first-order saint veins.
"One hundred and three first-order saints, are you here to die?"
Hearing the shouts of more than a hundred first-order saints in unison, and sensing their saint breath, Yang Feng opened his closed eyes, frowned slightly, and muttered softly.
Amidst the muttering, Yang Feng rose into the air with a movement of his body, turned into a stream of light, and went straight to the direction where the hundreds of first-order saints were.
"I'm Yang Feng, what do you want from me?"
Stopping a kilometer away from more than a hundred first-order saints, Yang Feng asked calmly.
"Yang Feng, you are not qualified to enjoy the first-order sacred veins alone, you should take out the first-order sacred veins and share them with us!"
"If you are sensible, we can let you continue to practice in the first-order sacred vein!"
"If you are ignorant, then we can only take action and kill you!"
Looking at Yang Feng with a calm face, he was led by a cultivator at the peak of the first-order saint, and he came out of the crowd, threatening loudly with a vicious look on his face.
While the first-tier saint peak monk was speaking, the other first-tier saints had a thought, took out the first-tier holy artifacts on their bodies, and stimulated the holy power in their bodies, ready to attack at any time, and surrounded and killed Yang Feng.
"Want to kill me? You don't have that ability yet!"
Hearing the words of that first-tier saint and peak monk, and seeing the actions of other first-tier saints, Yang Feng said with a vicious face.
While speaking, Yang Feng had a thought, and terrifying soul power came out through his body, condensing soul talismans one after another, and galloped towards hundreds of first-order saints.
Soon, more than 100 soul talismans fell into the minds of more than a hundred first-order saints before they could react, and merged with their holy souls to control their life and death.
"Subordinate Zhao Ritian has met the lord, and swore to be loyal to the lord!"
"Subordinate Wang Yukun has met the Lord and swore to die to serve the Lord!"
"Subordinate Sun Yumei has met the Lord and swore to be loyal to the Lord to the death!"
",,,,"
At this time, more than a hundred first-tier saints put away the first-tier holy artifacts in their hands, knelt down on the ground, and pledged their allegiance to Yang Feng.
Seeing this scene, a slight smile appeared on the corner of Yang Feng's mouth, and he said in a flat tone: "You released the news that we have reached an agreement to share this first-order sacred vein!"
"Afterwards, you choose a position by yourself and practice on your own!"
"Yes, my lord!"
Hearing Yang Feng's words, more than a hundred first-order saints were overjoyed and immediately responded loudly.
After speaking, more than a hundred first-order saints began to send messages to those who stayed in their hometown.
After that, more than a hundred first-order saints quickly dispersed, each of them found a place, sat cross-legged, and began to practice silently.
And Yang Feng himself returned to his original position, continued to sit cross-legged, and began to practice silently.
When Yang Feng refined a trace of holy power, a clear reminder sounded in his ears.
Immediately afterwards, [-] strands of holy power appeared in Yang Feng's sea of consciousness, causing the holy power in his sea of consciousness to skyrocket.
"The effect of cultivating in the first-order sacred vein is very good. In just a quarter of an hour, a trace of holy power was refined, which is more than ten times faster than the previous cultivation speed!"
"With my current cultivation speed, with the assistance of the ten thousand times return system, I can be promoted to a second-tier saint in at most three months!"
"If it is a monk who has just entered the saint realm, it will take at least 500 years of practice, or even more time, before he can be promoted to a second-tier saint!"
"However, the lifespan of a first-tier saint is 1 years, and it takes 500 years to reach the realm of a second-tier saint. For many first-tier saints, the speed is already very fast!"
"And this is also the reason why holy veins are so attractive to saints."
"Without the holy vein, it is extremely difficult for a first-tier saint to be promoted to a second-tier saint, there is no one in a million!"
"With a holy vein, a first-tier saint can easily cultivate to a second-tier saint in just two or three thousand years!"
"Therefore, for a powerful force with many holy veins, there is no shortage of strong ones!"
"As for a saint without a sacred vein, if he wants to snatch the sacred vein of a powerful force, he is simply courting death.
Therefore, saints without sacred veins can only rely on luck to find some unowned sacred veins.
Or squeeze your scalp, accept all kinds of harsh conditions, and join the big forces, so as to gain the opportunity to practice in the holy vein! "
Feeling his own cultivation speed, and feeling the soaring holy power in the sea of consciousness, Yang Feng muttered softly.
After muttering, Yang Feng turned off the system notification sound and concentrated on his cultivation.
When Yang Feng was concentrating on cultivating, the Wang clan fell apart and fought endlessly because of the death of a first-order saint and the suppression and enslavement of a large number of monks in the divine realm.
The changes in the Wang clan immediately attracted the attention of nearby forces.
Soon, the forces near the Wang clan discovered the reason why the Wang clan fell apart.
Afterwards, the leaders of the first-order saints of these forces all set their sights on the first-order saint veins.
However, the leaders of the first-tier saints of these forces, after investigation, were surprised to find that Yang Feng had easily killed two first-tier saints.
This made the first-order saint-level leaders of these forces raise their vigilance and secretly evaluate.
Finally, after communicating with the leaders of the Tier [-] Saint Realm of these forces, they took the initiative to contact the nearby Tier [-] Saints to form a team of Tier [-] Saints with a size of [-] people. shared.
One month later, after a consensus agreement was reached, a team of [-]-member Tier [-] Saints set off immediately, and rushed towards the place where the Tier [-] Saint Vein was located.
There is not much difference between a first-tier saint and a second-tier saint. A second-tier saint can only kill dozens of first-tier saints at most, and it is difficult to kill more than a hundred first-tier saints.
If one is not careful, a second-tier saint will be besieged and killed by more than a hundred first-tier saints.
The gap between the first-level saints is even smaller, and being able to kill two or three saints of the same level at the same time is considered to be superior in combat effectiveness.
It is even more difficult for a first-tier saint to kill more than a hundred first-tier saints, almost impossible!
And these more than a hundred first-order saints did not believe that Yang Feng could suppress and kill a hundred of them.
Therefore, this made more than a hundred first-order saints all confident, with smiles of victory on their faces.
Soon, more than a hundred first-level saints came to the vicinity of the first-level sacred veins, and found Wang's god-level monks scattered around the first-level sacred veins.
However, the hundred or so first-order saints did not take action to kill those cultivators in the divine realm, but shouted in unison: "Yang Feng, come out for us!"
While shouting in unison, more than a hundred first-order saints released their saint breath one after another, covering the depths of the first-order saint veins.
"One hundred and three first-order saints, are you here to die?"
Hearing the shouts of more than a hundred first-order saints in unison, and sensing their saint breath, Yang Feng opened his closed eyes, frowned slightly, and muttered softly.
Amidst the muttering, Yang Feng rose into the air with a movement of his body, turned into a stream of light, and went straight to the direction where the hundreds of first-order saints were.
"I'm Yang Feng, what do you want from me?"
Stopping a kilometer away from more than a hundred first-order saints, Yang Feng asked calmly.
"Yang Feng, you are not qualified to enjoy the first-order sacred veins alone, you should take out the first-order sacred veins and share them with us!"
"If you are sensible, we can let you continue to practice in the first-order sacred vein!"
"If you are ignorant, then we can only take action and kill you!"
Looking at Yang Feng with a calm face, he was led by a cultivator at the peak of the first-order saint, and he came out of the crowd, threatening loudly with a vicious look on his face.
While the first-tier saint peak monk was speaking, the other first-tier saints had a thought, took out the first-tier holy artifacts on their bodies, and stimulated the holy power in their bodies, ready to attack at any time, and surrounded and killed Yang Feng.
"Want to kill me? You don't have that ability yet!"
Hearing the words of that first-tier saint and peak monk, and seeing the actions of other first-tier saints, Yang Feng said with a vicious face.
While speaking, Yang Feng had a thought, and terrifying soul power came out through his body, condensing soul talismans one after another, and galloped towards hundreds of first-order saints.
Soon, more than 100 soul talismans fell into the minds of more than a hundred first-order saints before they could react, and merged with their holy souls to control their life and death.
"Subordinate Zhao Ritian has met the lord, and swore to be loyal to the lord!"
"Subordinate Wang Yukun has met the Lord and swore to die to serve the Lord!"
"Subordinate Sun Yumei has met the Lord and swore to be loyal to the Lord to the death!"
",,,,"
At this time, more than a hundred first-tier saints put away the first-tier holy artifacts in their hands, knelt down on the ground, and pledged their allegiance to Yang Feng.
Seeing this scene, a slight smile appeared on the corner of Yang Feng's mouth, and he said in a flat tone: "You released the news that we have reached an agreement to share this first-order sacred vein!"
"Afterwards, you choose a position by yourself and practice on your own!"
"Yes, my lord!"
Hearing Yang Feng's words, more than a hundred first-order saints were overjoyed and immediately responded loudly.
After speaking, more than a hundred first-order saints began to send messages to those who stayed in their hometown.
After that, more than a hundred first-order saints quickly dispersed, each of them found a place, sat cross-legged, and began to practice silently.
And Yang Feng himself returned to his original position, continued to sit cross-legged, and began to practice silently.
