C90

Chapter 90 - Reunion (1)

The Myriad Spirit Realm was actually an ancient battlefield. It was said that the battle had shocked the The Divine Realm, and that there were hundreds of participants in the battle with Ares-class, including a Divine Master. That was why the spiritual energy in the Myriad Spirit Realm were so dense. The Participant would always search for the remnants of the Hundred Heroes Competition in an attempt to find the martial arts legacy left behind by their ancestors.

More than half of the Participant in the Myriad Spirit Realm had rushed to these three places in the last few days. This was also why Xia Xuan and the rest had ambushed only two teams of people after entering the Myriad Spirit Realm.

Xia Xuan and the rest obtained the location from the Black and White Ghosts. Xia Xuan naturally liked these places with good things, especially those places where cultivation levels could rise.

A group of ten people traversed through the forest before stopping in front of a human figure. The man had a head full of black hair. Although he wasn't very old, he was already comparable to a seventeen year old.

After Xia Xuan stopped, Wang Hao and the rest also stopped. Looking at Xia Xuan in front of them, Wang Hao could not help but ask curiously: "Why did you stop?"

Xia Xuan kept staring at the forest in the distance. He sensed the fluctuations of a spiritual energy from the forest, which was a little familiar. Sensing the familiar fluctuation of the spiritual energy, Xia Xuan could not help but hang a smile on his face, and said to Wang Hao and the others: "You guys wait for me for a while." Then, he lightly tapped the leaves with his feet and rushed in the direction of the spiritual energy.

Wang Hao and the rest looked at each other, they were a little suspicious, but the smile on Xia Xuan's face before was really strange, that kind of smile was something that could only appear when he met the demon god, but now...

"It seems big brother met some interesting people when he was out wandering." Wang Hao touched his chin, looking at Xia Xuan who was stepping on the leaves and walking away, he could not help but laugh.

In a forest, three men with spiritual energy bodies were gathered. The three of them were Xuanhuang Warriors and there was a door behind them. In front of the three of them was a woman. She could be said to be devastatingly beautiful with her white clothes on, and her aura was also at the peak of the seventh level of Xuanhuang. In the Hundred Heroes Competition, she was considered to be of the middle level, and this person was Jiao Ling.

"Surrender obediently, we can spare your life, otherwise, hehe." The leader of the three stared at the beautiful body of Jiao Ling with a perverted look in his eyes. In this Hundred Heroes' Competition, there were no rules. As long as one had the strength, he could do anything, including snatching someone else's body.

"Keep dreaming." Jiao Ling said angrily. The three people in front of him had been lying in ambush the entire time. By relying on sneak attacks to collect heads, they had injured Jiao Ling's left arm. At this moment, he was using his right hand to grab his left hand and staring at the three people in front of him.

"Stubborn fool." The three of them could not help but sneer. Then, they simultaneously activated their spiritual energy s, and the three spiritual energy s directly rushed towards Jiao Ling. These three people did not know how to care for a woman.

Jiao Ling waved his right hand and a powerful flame appeared in front of his. The three spiritual energy were immediately burnt by the wall of fire.

This Jiao Ling had trained in the Flood Dragon's Flame Mantra, so his body was filled with the aura of flood dragons. Although his cultivation was only at the seventh level of Xuanhuang, compared to the eighth level of Xuanhuang, the odds of his winning were more than eighty percent.

"Why hold on for so long? When your spiritual energy is completely gone, you will still be at our mercy. " The three of them were not in a hurry either, constantly using spiritual energy to attack the wall of fire, slowly consuming Jiao Ling's spiritual energy.

The three of them were, after all, at the sixth stage of Xuanhuang.

Seeing that the fire wall was getting weaker, Jiao Ling took out a crystal stone. Just as she was about to throw the crystal stone, the attacks of the three of them suddenly stopped.

Not understanding what was going on, Jiao Ling stuck his head out of the wall of fire. At this moment, the three of them had their backs against the fire wall and vigilantly observed their surroundings.

"Who's up to it?" The three of them roared at the surroundings. Just now, three throwing knives had appeared out of nowhere. The location of the wound was exactly the same as where Jiao Ling had been injured, as if that person had done it on purpose.