The Host Of An Ancient Spirit Chapter 35

The ma.s.sive vitality was constantly gathered inside Chen Feng’s body. Then, his body seemed like a furnace mixed with several different kinds of energy, which were somewhat violent, as if several children were fighting and quarreling in a narrow room.

However, after the vitality had entered his body, all the energies calmed down. After the integration of the vitality, these energies started to be condensed in the eight gates and finally transformed into a pure energy hidden within his body.

When Chen Feng stood up from the ground, a loud roar came out of his mouth. All the ghosts who attempted to attack him suddenly scattered as if they had encountered a monster more horrible than them.

There seemed to appear a shock in the surrounding s.p.a.ce after the loud roar. The momentum now was comparable to a powerful pract.i.tioner at the Ling spirit level. However, Chen Feng knew that he hadn’t made any breakthrough until that moment. But the base of his Ling shape level was completely stable.

His hands flashed to condense the Ling force instantly and countless Ling swords rushed out of the surrounding s.p.a.ce. There were at least thousands of them. Without any effort, everything had been done almost instantly. Chen Feng smiled with great satisfaction and waved his hands to conceal all the Ling swords.

"My strength has already encountered a bottleneck now. It’s time for me to enter the ancient battlefield." Chen Feng's eyes glinted and his body instantly pa.s.sed through the Shengmen Gate.

Beyond the Shengmen Gate, a wasteland sprawled before him. It was a peculiar s.p.a.ce with countless trees and wall debris. Some wreckage and broken weapons could also be seen on the ground. A gust of thick Ling force permeated the air. Compared to the Continent, it was really an ideal place for cultivation. Even if nothing could be obtained here, pract.i.tioners could have a good harvest after more than one year of cultivation.

"Is this the ancient battlefield? No wonder everybody who has been here is able to make great progress. The thick Ling force here could be absorbed very well. Moreover, it could even help pract.i.tioners improve their physical conditions,” Chen Feng said to himself.

However, these Ling forces had no temptation for Chen Feng. How could he lose such a good opportunity since he had reached the treasure mountain?

Looking around, Chen Feng arbitrarily chose a direction. He knew nothing about the ancient battlefield and the only thing he could do now was depend on luck. It would be good if he could find other people from the Chen family. However, since there were eight gates waiting outside, even the Chen family might not be able to gather together easily.

But Chen Feng didn’t know that even though there were eight gates outside, all the major families could also have their own ways of communication. Beyond the eight gates they could quickly find their own forces. It was natural for Chen Feng to know nothing about it because he had set out in advance.

Within the ancient battlefield were countless beasts, which were more powerful than the monsters on the East Continent. Any one of them would be able to compete with a pract.i.tioner at the seventh Ling shape level.

Just as Chen Feng had stepped out, he encountered an attacking beast. Fortunately, it was a fox at the Ling shape level and its strength was not so powerful. The fox was born charming and it could change into human form when it had reached the Ling shape level.

How could Chen Feng, a kid who had never tasted the forbidden fruit, withstand the temptation of the fox? He almost lost control of himself, but he finally came to his senses. He killed the fox with great anger and successfully obtained the beast nucleus of the fox.

The fist-sized beast nucleus was a priceless treasure on the Continent. Such a beast nucleus was comparable to a top-quality Ling weapon, not to mention its price.

Just when Chen Feng was dealing with the body of the fox in high spirits, several energy fluctuations appeared in front of him. They were very violent and fierce, oozing murderous intent. They were completely different from the pract.i.tioners cultivating the Unknown Mysterious Martial Art on the Continent; instead, it was quite similar to the style of those from the three largest sects of the Cult of Devils on the West Continent.

"Maybe the guys from the Cult of Devils are just up ahead, and there must be more than one," Chen Feng muttered.

After a moment of hesitation, Chen Feng decided to move forward to check it out. With his strength, he was not afraid of those disciples from the Cult of Devils so long as they were not the major elders. Even if he could not kill them all, he could at least retreat safe and sound.

Whirl! The figure was as fast as the wind and after several leaps, he reached the place where the force broke out. There were many trees, as well as the piles of rocks underneath, which looked like a natural battlefield.

Chen Feng stood high in the tree and the Ling force in his body had been completely concealed. Even a powerful pract.i.tioner at the Ling sense level could not perceive his existence easily, let alone those getting involved in fighting below.

With careful calculation, there were five people below in total; four came from the Cult of Devils and one from the East Continent. With careful observation, he recognized the lone individual as the talented girl of the Murong family, Murong Xiaorou.