The Host of an Ancient Spirit Chapter 36

"Well? How come it’s her? The guys sitting opposite must come from the Cult of Devils since the logos on their clothes were the same. They were most probably from the Blood Sect and seemed to launch an attack on Murong Xiaorou.” Should I give her a hand? Chen Feng wondered to himself. Suddenly, a shock appeared in his soul. He focused his eyes and found a man hidden in the rocks below. If he had not moved, Chen Feng would have never found him.

"I didn’t expect there would be five people from the Blood Sect. Moreover, the strength of the guy hiding in the stones doesn’t seem to be weak. Murong Xiaorou must have been in big trouble. But such a talented girl should not be so fragile; after all, she has reached the eighth Ling sense level.” Chen Feng was not nervous now and he wanted to see what kind of means Murong Xiaorou possessed.

When the wave of power burst out, the four guys from the Cult of Devils instantly spread out in four directions to block off her escape route. The strength of the four guys had already reached the top of the Ling shape level. Although it was still a little inferior to that of Murong Xiaorou, their numbers advantage would naturally compensate for this defect.

"Hand over the clotting fruit! Otherwise, you will never be able to leave here today," one disciple of the Blood Sect suddenly said.

"You’d better hand it over. Under our siege, you have no chance. Any master at the Ling sense level will feel it difficult to escape from our siege, so you’d better hand it over to us. Otherwise, it will do you no good if you are accidentally injured."

"Well, it’s said that Murong Xiaorou is not only talented but also very pretty. Now, we will tear off the layer of disguise on your face."

The four disciples abruptly rushed up after an exchange of glances. A strange magic force broke out of them to attack Murong from four directions. Suddenly, the wind was whirling with dark clouds.

Chen Feng condensed his focus and slowly gathered his strength high in the tree. He was ready to attack any time but he was still waiting for the disciple from the Blood Sect who was hiding among the stones.

The martial art practiced by the Blood Sect was very strange; it could generate a gust of strong force once it was agitated to make the blood of the opponent boil, even though their levels were higher than theirs.

Now the four talented disciples launched attacks at the same time. The power was so massive that Chen Feng, who was sitting on the tree above, could feel the slight vibration of his own blood. However, he slightly operated the Unknown Martial Art to make the blood run within his body, so that he could resonate with the blood magic force in the four disciples below.

Such a discovery was not only unexpected to Chen Feng, but also surprised him. The disciples of the Blood Sect were constantly releasing the blood magic force, which could be a fatal crisis for others, but it was a good thing for Chen Feng because once his vitality blood was resonating with their martial art, the blood magic power released by them would boost the energy in his body.

The energy in his body was getting faster and faster. Chen Feng felt his strength was constantly increasing. While he was secretly delighted, he found that Murong Xiaorou finally started to fight back.

The momentum of the Ling sense level broke out completely and a long sword suddenly rushed out, which was especially dazzling in this ridiculous ancient battlefield. Murong Xiaorou was very elegant with the sword in her hand and white Ling force under her feet. She was busy dealing with the siege of the four disciples like an angel falling into hell. She waved the sword with a flash of white light and massive force. Every move was filled with a powerful force that constantly tore the surrounding space apart.

"What strong swordsmanship! The means the Ling sense level was superior to that of the Ling shape level. A random wave of the sword could generate such a massive force that I could not fight against it even with all my strength," Chen Feng muttered to himself, and his eyes glanced at the long sword in the hands of Murong Xiaorou.

As a top-quality treasure, it wasn’t inferior to the golden sword in his hand. The long sword contained a hint of chill. Every time it attacked, the surrounding space would be slightly solidified by a gust of coldness. Having fought for a long time, Murong Xiaorou was never defeated at all.

"How come we could not defeat you with our joined forces? You never lost any of your vitality and blood; what’s the matter?"

The veil on Murong's face was somewhat floating as she waved the sword in front of her chest. The frigid air instantly rushed out to scatter around. She said coldly, "How come your blood magic force could hurt me? I have cold air to protect myself and your blood magic force could do nothing about me."

"Really? So this is how it turned out. You’re quite skillful in isolating the erosion of our blood magic force with your strong Ling force." The four disciples exchanged glances as countless ideas flashed through their minds.

Would they let Murong Xiaorou go? Obviously that was impossible. The clotting fruit was a superb medicine for the practitioners of blood magic force because it could make their blood fill with more power and strength to reach a higher level of martial art. 

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