After getting the resources he needed, Xia Feng rushed back to Star City as soon as possible.

He selected the saint-level martial arts and saint-level martial arts that were suitable for Xia Naiwen and Huang Xiaoqian respectively.

Xia Naiwen specializes in the way of the big sword, while Huang Xiaoqian specializes in wind elements.

"Saint-level lower-grade martial arts, Canglong Dream Shattering Knife, and Dragon Elephant Heart Duel, this set of exercises that can be cultivated to the heaven-level saint-level, Dad, these should be the most suitable for you."

Xia Feng smiled and handed the selected martial arts and exercises to Xia Naiwen, and at the same time gave him a fierce big knife that roared from time to time.

"This is the Holy Soldier of the Deputy Sect Master of the Dragon Elephant Holy Land, and he is only one step away from breaking through to the level of a mid-grade Holy Soldier, you take this."

Xia Naiwen held a knife in his left hand, and held the exercises and martial arts given to him by Xia Feng in his right hand, and he really couldn't close his mouth with a smile.

Huang Xiaoqian was also stuffed with a bunch of things by Xia Feng.

The holy soldier used by the two elders - the Wind Spirit Folding Fan, and the saint-level low-grade martial arts - Storm Flurry.

This storm flurry is still a group control skill, as long as it can be cultivated to the fullest, with the wind spirit folding fan, all enemies within the range can be trapped in the wind in an instant, their hearing and vision will be greatly affected, and their combat effectiveness will also drop a lot.

"Father, child, we are really blessed, a holy place has been emptied."

Huang Xiaoqian pulled Xia Naiwen, and she couldn't hold back her laughter.

The son has achievements, and they are quite proud to be parents, especially when they first fell to Star City, they are afraid of even a middle-grade sect, and now even if it is a medium-grade holy land, Xia Feng can be destroyed at will!

It was still early before dark, and taking advantage of this time, Xia Feng took out all the remaining holy soldiers and began to feed the Qingxue Sword.

The Qingxue Sword had just broken through the Holy Soldier level before, and now it was refining and devouring more than a dozen Holy Soldiers.

Vaguely, this sword body actually carried a little power of the rules of the Great Dao, and the purple thunder lingered in it, becoming a middle-grade holy soldier who could carry the purple thunder without the urging of Xia Feng's spiritual power!

In the evening, Xia Feng pulled his parents to start cultivating as usual.

In the dream realm, while comprehending the rules of heaven and earth, Xia Feng took out the top-grade saint-level martial arts that he had returned from the Dragon Elephant Holy Belt, the Dragon Elephant Prajna Palm, and began to cultivate.

This is his main cultivation goal for these 10,000 years, and while improving his realm, he must also master a nirvana!

Top-grade saint-level martial arts, even a heaven-level saint-level master would not dislike it, but he didn't expect that this Dragon Elephant Holy Land, a middle-grade holy land, actually hid such a good treasure.

It is rumored that the Dragon Elephant Holy Land used to be a high-grade Holy Land, and their old Holy Lord was a Heavenly Rank Martial Saint, and it took great effort to develop this Dragon Elephant Palm.

It's a pity that I don't know which enemy I offended later, the Dragon Elephant Holy Land went through a big battle, and the high-level fell seventy-seven-eighty-eight, and finally they were greatly injured before they migrated to this Qingcheng in Beizhou and became a medium-grade holy land.

And this time, Xia Feng did this, the Holy Lord and Deputy Holy Lord were all dead, and the treasure house was also emptied, I don't know if the elders who remained outside to go out on a mission would renew the Dragon Elephant Holy Land.

But even if it continues, it will only be a low-grade holy land at most.

Xia Feng shook his head, he didn't have the heart to think about this, and began to concentrate on cultivation.

The Supreme Decisive absorbed the Dragon Elephant Prajna Palm into the pages of the book, and the sound of the Great Dao that was then formed continued to be recited in Xia Feng's ears.

100 years, 1,000 years, 5,000 years, 10,000 years.

Three hours in the outside world, ten thousand years of sleep have passed.

Xia Feng, who opened his eyes again, saw a leap in momentum on his body!

The saint-level high-grade martial arts dragon elephant was cultivated to the Xiaocheng realm by him, and in addition, his personal realm also broke through to the heaven-level first-class martial saint!

The Purple Thunder Rules were comprehended by him again in the past 10,000 years, and now Xia Feng has mastered a total of thirty-nine Heavenly Dao Rules!

What surprised him even more was that after 10,000 years of hard work, Huang Xiaoqian's strength had also been fed back to the Ground Five-Fold Martial Emperor.

Although Xia Naiwen's realm is still a Heavenly Rank Five-Tier Martial Emperor, his momentum has already reached the Yellow Rank One-Tier Martial Saint!

Two earth-level Martial Emperors, in this Star City, self-protection is enough!

A big stone in Xia Feng's heart finally fell.

……

The capital of the Great Xia Empire, the Emperor's Pure Heart Palace.

Xia Naiwu looked coldly at the two people crawling in front of him.

"Emperor...... Lord Emperor, that Xia Feng has been hiding his strength, we originally wanted to use the hand of the Dragon Elephant Holy Land to get rid of them, but who knew that he was not just entering the Martial Saint, but a Ground-level Martial Saint powerhouse! Wang Zehao kept kowtowing.

"Yes, originally the Dragon Elephant Holy Land sent out two Yellow Order Ninefold Martial Saints, it stands to reason that it is a matter of nine out of ten, but the information is wrong, Xia Feng's strength is far superior to ours, and he alone destroyed the entire Dragon Elephant Holy Land!"

"When he killed, we walked quite fast, he should have thought that we were the remnants of the escape of the Dragon Elephant Holy Land, and he would not suspect the ...... who came here."

Ma Yihui also crawled on the ground, trembling like chaff, not daring to look up at Xia Naiwu.

"Ground Rank Ninefold Martial Saint ......"

Xia Naiwu chewed these words, he held his forehead, and there was no word.

In the next few minutes, the atmosphere in the hall was suddenly depressed to the extreme, Wang Zehao and Ma Yihui didn't even dare to breathe loudly, as a martial saint powerhouse, their pants were already half wet.

"This matter can spare you."

Xia Naiwu's voice came, and the two of them listened to the sounds of heaven, and their hearts finally let go.

"But the intelligence officer who passed on the information, you took Long Tingjun to deal with it, made him an adult for me, and let Long Tingjun's people bring it back, within a thousand years, he can't die."

"Compliance...... Yes, sir! ”

The two hurriedly clasped their fists, and when they saw that Xia Naiwu was no longer talking, they withdrew from the hall.

"Ground Rank Nine Martial Saint, this nephew of mine is really promising, if I remember correctly, he is only twenty-three years old this year, right?"

Xia Naiwu turned his head slightly, looked at the darkness on the beam, and said casually.

"This son's cultivation speed is close to that of a demon, and you are also a natural emperor, but when you are twenty-three years old, you are only a yellow-rank martial saint."

A voice that could not distinguish between men and women came from the darkness, very low and depressing.

"But the Martial Saint is still a Martial Saint, a ground-level Martial Saint, the Middle-grade Holy Land can't handle him, then let the Top-grade Holy Land go, you can find someone to do it."

Xia Naiwu waved his hand indifferently, "Those holy places attached to us in Beizhou, you pick ten and let them make a move as soon as possible." ”

"Obey the emperor's instructions."

The void above the main hall swirled slightly, and then fell silent again.

Xia Naiwu raised his head and looked at the main hall in front of the Qingxin Palace, and his fingers couldn't help but buckle on the emperor's chair, again and again.

(End of chapter)