Chapter 400: Shadow of the Ancient City

"Ding! The host has cultivated to the second-level saint realm, and the cultivation effect is returned ten thousand times, and the host's body is strengthened ten thousand times!"

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 effectiveness 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 later the level, the greater the difference in strength.

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

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

Even if Yang Feng has the system, he cannot fight against the ninth-level saint without the extremely powerful eternal artifact at the eighth-level saint stage.

Therefore, the higher the level of the saint realm, the less Yang Feng can fight against the saint of the same level, and at most he can be invincible in the same level!

After a sigh, Yang Feng continued to practice the skills, absorbing the original energy of the first-level saint vein and condensing the saint power.

However, after reaching the second-level saint realm, the saint power in Yang Feng's body has been purified many times, and the original energy required to condense a trace of saint power has also increased many times.

The original energy in the first-level saint vein, which was originally pure and rich, is already a bit thin and not pure enough for Yang Feng.

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

In this way, every time Yang Feng condenses a trace of saint power, he needs many times more original energy, and it takes a lot of time to purify.

"Ding! The host condenses a trace of second-level holy power, and the effect of cultivation is returned ten thousand times. The host obtains ten thousand strands of second-level holy power!"

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

Then, Yang Feng's sea of ​​consciousness had ten thousand strands of second-level holy power.

"At my current cultivation speed, it takes fifty years to cultivate to the level of a third-level saint!"

"An ordinary second-level saint needs five hundred thousand years to cultivate to the level of a third-level saint!"

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

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

After a mutter, 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 a third-level saint, he will go out and walk around to find a better holy vein.

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

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

The reason for this situation is that the first-level holy vein is not very attractive to the third-level saints, and no third-level saints came to compete for it.

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

Therefore, Yang Feng practiced peacefully for fifty years in the place where the first-level holy vein was located, and no one came to disturb him or affect his practice.

"Ding! The host has practiced to the realm of the third-level saint, and the effect of practice is returned ten thousand times, and the host's body is strengthened ten thousand times!"

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

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

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

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

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

"If I continue to practice on the first-level holy vein, it will take me thousands of 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 level of a fourth-level saint!"

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

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

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

There is no country in the ancient wasteland, only tribes.

Each tribe has a strong man in the saint realm, and has a large population and land.

Among them, the most powerful tribes even 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 ancient wasteland, with twelve third-level saints, more than a hundred second-level saints, and more than a thousand first-level saints.

And the saint-level strongmen of the Zhao tribe all practice on 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 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 ancient wasteland and enter the hinterland of the Eternal Continent to find a place with rich primordial energy to continue practicing.

"What is that?"

After Yang Feng flew over a million kilometers over the ancient wasteland, a huge phantom of an ancient 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 phantom of the ancient city was.

Soon, Yang Feng approached the phantom of the ancient city.

A terrifying restraining force 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 sounded in Yang Feng's ears.

One by one, first-level saints and second-level saints flew down from the sky in the distance, opened their eyes wide, looked at the phantom of the ancient 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.

"The ancient wasteland was also a prosperous place in ancient times. Many powerful countries and sects are located in the ancient wasteland! The phantom of the ancient city in the sky is likely to be an ancient site and treasure left by a powerful country or sect in ancient times!"

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

"A guy who has never seen the world!"

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

"If you are lucky, you can get the temple token in the phantom of the ancient city and become a disciple of the temple. From then on, you will be the best and no one will dare 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 phantom of the ancient city with excitement and expectation.