At night, the wind was howling, lightning and thunder were roaring, and above the night sky, small raindrops began to fall gently, and Xiao Chen walked alone on the mountain path.

The cold rain hit his body, making him feel extremely comfortable, and the anger of the day was washed away by the cold rain.

Immortal Dao Sect, a remote sect in the westernmost part of the Tianyue Continent, and the only sect near Fengyue City, Xiao Chen had already entered the Immortal Dao Sect three years ago, and the benevolent Immortal Dao Sect Master couldn't bear a teenager to suffer this pain and torture, so he was allowed to worship the Immortal Dao Sect, whether it was successful or not, and also gave him a chance.

The thick smell of blood permeated from the Immortal Dao Sect, and a blood mist permeated the entire sect, lingering for a long time, looking very weird.

"What's going on? How did the sky turn red? What does it smell like? This is blood."

Coming to the sect of the Immortal Dao Sect, Xiao Chen saw the strange blood mist in the sky under the light of thunder and lightning, and at the same time smelled the smell of blood, and saw the blood flowing in the rain, Xiao Chen was stunned for a moment, and then hurriedly rushed towards the Immortal Dao Sect.

"Boom!"

A thunderbolt pierced the void, illuminating the Immortal Dao Sect in the dimness, and if you look closely, there is a corpse flowing with blood, which is unbearable to see, all the disciples of the Immortal Dao Sect were killed, the blood flowed like a river, and the flowing rain was dyed red.

Seeing this scene, Xiao Chen was suddenly frightened, his face turned pale with a slam, he didn't know what was going on, and in a blink of an eye, all the disciples of the Immortal Dao Sect died.

On the square, a middle-aged man was holding a disciple of the Immortal Dao Sect in his hand, and asked indifferently, "Where is the Wind Spirit Jade?"

The middle-aged man was in his early twenties, dressed in a white robe, with long black hair and a shawl, his face was cold, and his eyes were like sharp swords, which made people frightened when he saw them.

The Immortal Dao Sect disciple did not answer, but looked at the middle-aged man with a sneer on his face.

"Let me ask you where is Feng Lingyu?" the middle-aged man asked indifferently, his voice a little heavy and full of murderous aura.

The Immortal Dao Sect disciple sneered, "Hmph!

The middle-aged man frowned, and his right hand quickly pierced the disciple's chest, blood spurted out, and the disciple was killed on the spot.

"Senior Brother Tianming!" Xiao Chen suddenly screamed in horror, his small body trembled, and his eyes were full of anger, horror, despair, and grief.

"I admire that you are not afraid of death. The middle-aged man said indifferently, without blinking his eyes, he threw the disciple's body out like garbage.

Seeing Senior Brother Tianming's body being thrown out, Xiao Chen couldn't help but rush forward angrily and roared, "Who are you? Why do you do this?"

The middle-aged man glanced at Xiao Chen indifferently, shook Xiao Chen away with a wave of his hand, and said coldly: "It turned out to be a waste without a true element!"

Xiao Chen was speechless, his chest seemed to have been hit by an extremely heavy stone, and his mouth was full of blood, and he couldn't get up.

"Woohoo!"

Suddenly, several sounds of breaking the sky sounded, and several figures flashed out on the Immortal Dao Sect Square.

"Did you find the Wind Spirit Jade?" the middle-aged man asked indifferently as he looked at the few people who had appeared in a flash.

One shook his head and said, "The entire Immortal Dao Sect has searched all over it, and the whereabouts of the Wind Spirit Jade have not been found. ”

The other person then said suspiciously: "In such a remote place, is there really a wind spirit jade? This Immortal Dao Sect is just a small sect, that old bastard in Qingyang really has a wind spirit jade?"

The middle-aged man's eyes flashed with coldness, like poisonous snake-like eyes, which were terrifying, and he said coldly: "Qingyang, this old stubborn, would rather lose the life of a disciple of the Immortal Dao Sect than hand over the Wind Spirit Jade, hum!"

"This little ghost seems to be a waste of the Xiao family, when he came, I saw his portrait, I don't know if this waste knows the whereabouts of Feng Lingyu. One of them sneered, his eyes flashing with disdain.

"It's just a waste, that old bastard in Qingyang wouldn't be stupid enough to hand over Feng Lingyu to a waste. ”

The middle-aged man's face did not change, he glanced at Xiao Chen coldly, and then looked at the large strange blood mist in the sky above the Immortal Dao Sect, and then said coldly: "The blood mist in the sky is a little weird, retreat first, and go back to ask the sect master." ”

"What to do with this waste?" said one person, pointing at Xiao Chen.

"Waste is not qualified to die in my hands. The middle-aged man said coldly, and flew away without looking back.

After the mysterious person left, Xiao Chen's tense nerves were relaxed, and the whole person knelt on the ground violently, he had just been insulted by the Yang family during the day, and now it was the collapse of the sect, Xiao Chen was extremely afraid.

Looking at the dead corpses in the square, Xiao Chen's tears rained down, his heart was full of grief, anger, helplessness, and despair, and his mind kept replaying the ridicule of those mysterious people and the many memories of the Immortal Dao Sect.

Xiao Chen has had a dream since he was a child, and it is the dream that everyone in the entire Tianyue Continent has, that is, to become the strongest person in heaven and earth, even if he is a waste, he still firmly believes that it is precisely because of this belief that he has endured twelve years of suffering has to work harder than his peers, and he is more mature and stable.

However, this dream has now been completely shattered, and the sudden killing has overwhelmed him, Rao is Xiao Chen is more mature and stable than other peers, and he still feels frightened in the face of cruel killing.

Watching the disciples of the Immortal Dao Sect die in front of him, Xiao Chen's heart swelled up with a sense of powerlessness for the first time, and at the same time, it was also the first time that he had such a strong desire to gain strength.

"Waste is not qualified to die in my hands!" This sentence deeply hit Xiao Chen, he couldn't bear such an insult, just because of this sentence, Xiao Chen ignited his heart of revenge.

"Bang bang!"

The heart of revenge became stronger and stronger, his heart beat faster, and his eyes were filled with boundless murder and anger.

"I want you to pay for this sentence! And the Yang family, I will definitely make you regret it! I also want to avenge the dead people of the Immortal Dao Sect! I want to take revenge!"

Thinking back to those few mysterious and ridiculous words, as well as the insults of the Yang family, under the double huge pressure, Xiao Chen was completely angry, his heart stabbed like a knife, dripping blood, the angry Xiao Chen roared violently to the sky, and his eyes flashed blood-red light.

"Whew!"

At this moment, in the sky above the Immortal Dao Sect, the strange blood mist rotated at high speed, forming a huge whirlpool, in the center of the whirlpool, a small blood-red light actually fell from the sky, hitting the heart of Xiao Chen's eyebrows, a strange scene happened, a large piece of blood mist above the Immortal Dao Sect began to be absorbed into the heart of Xiao Chen's eyebrows, at this moment, Xiao Chen's entire small body emitted a brilliant blood-red light, and then a suffocating ancient aura permeated out, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Xiao Chen, who was roaring in the sky because of anger, didn't seem to notice this strange phenomenon, and finally passed out because his body couldn't bear the heavy pressure, and at this moment, Xiao Chen's body began to change.