MTL - Fanatic Martial God-Chapter 2 Heaven and blood

At night, the wind whistling, lightning and thunder, above the night sky, the tiny raindrops began to fall gently, Xiao Chen walked alone on the mountain path.

The cold rain hit the body, making him feel very comfortable, and the anger during the day was washed away by the cold rain.

Xiandaozong, a remote sect in the westernmost part of the mainland, is also the only sect near Fengyuecheng. Xiao Chen had already entered the Xiandao sect three years ago. The benevolent sect of the sect of the sect of the sect of the sect can not bear the pain of a young boy. Tormenting is to allow him to enter the Xiandaozong, and give him a chance, whether successful or not.

The thick **** smell is filled out from the fairy tales, and a **** fog pervades the entire sect. It has been very strange for a long time.

"What is going on here? How does the sky turn red? What is this smell? This is blood."

When I came to the gate of Xiandao Zongzong, Xiao Chen saw the strange **** fog in the sky under the lightning light. At the same time, I smelled the **** smell and saw the blood flowing in the rain. Xiao Chen took a moment and then hurried. Chaoxian Daozong flew away.

"Booming!"

A thunderbolt cut through the void, illuminating the fairy sect in the darkness. When you look closely, there is a corpse with blood flowing through it. It is terrible. The disciples of Xiandaozong are all killed, the blood flows into the river, and the flowing rain It was dyed red.

Seeing this scene, Xiao Chen was shocked and scared, and his face was pale, and he did not know what happened. In a blink of an eye, the disciples of Xiandaozong were all dead.

In the square, a middle-aged man is holding a Xiandao sect in his hand, asking indifferently: "Where is Fengling Jade?"

The middle-aged man is in his early twenties, with a white robe and a long black shawl. His face is cold and his eyes are like a sword. It is scary to see.

The disciple of Xiandaozong did not answer, but looked at the middle-aged man with a sneer.

"I asked you where the wind spirit jade is?" The middle-aged man was still indifferent and asked, the voice was a bit heavy, full of murderous.

Xiandaozong disciple sneered: "Hey! Who knows!"

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

"Tianming brother!" Xiao Chen suddenly screamed in horror, the small body was shaking, his eyes filled with anger, panic, despair, and grief.

"I admire you are not afraid of death." The middle-aged man was indifferent, his eyes were not glanced, and he slammed the garbage and threw the body of the disciple out.

Looking at the body of Tianming’s brother was thrown out, Xiao Chen couldn’t help but rushed up and yelled, “Who are you? Why do you want to do this? Why?”

The middle-aged man glanced at Xiao Chen indifferently, and waved Xiao Xiao to the air. He said: "It turned out to be a waste without real yuan!"

Xiao Chen couldn't speak, and the chest seemed to be hit by an extremely heavy stone. He couldn't climb up with blood.

"Hey!"

Awkwardly, several sounds of broken air rang, and several figures appeared on the square of Xiandaozong.

"Do you find Fengling Jade?" The middle-aged man looked at the few people who appeared in the flash, and asked indifferently.

One person shook his head: "The entire Xiandao sect has been searched, and the whereabouts of Fenglingyu has not been discovered."

The other person then suspicion said: "Is there such a remote place, is there really a wind jade? This Xiandao is just a small sect, and the old **** in Qingyang really has a wind and jade?"

The middle-aged man's eyes flashed cold, like a snake-like eye, which is scary. His cold voice: "Qingyang is stubborn, preferring to lose the life of Xiandaozong disciple, and is not willing to surrender Fengling jade, hehe!"

"This little ghost seems to be the waste of Xiao's family. When I came, I saw his portrait. I don't know if this waste knows the whereabouts of Fenglingyu." One person mocked and laughed, his eyes flashed disdain.

"A waste, only the old **** in Qingyang will not be stupid enough to hand the Fengling jade to a waste."

The middle-aged man did not change his face. He glanced at Xiao Chen coldly, and looked at the large and strange blood fog over Xiandao Zong. Then he said coldly: "The blood in the sky is a bit strange, first retreat, go back and ask metropolitan."

“How is this waste handled?” one person pointed to Xiao Chen.

"The waste is not qualified to die in my hands." The middle-aged man snorted and left without flying back.

After the mysterious person left, Xiao Chen’s tight nerves were relaxed. The whole man slammed on the ground. He was just insulted by the Yang family during the day. Now it is the horror of the sect.

Looking at the dead body in the square, Xiao Chen’s tears were like rain, and his heart was filled with grief, anger, helplessness, despair, and the ridicule of the mysterious people in the mind and the memories of Xiandaozong.

Xiao Chen has a dream since he was a child. It is the dream of all the people in the whole continent. It is the strongest person in the world. Even if he is a waste, he still believes that it is because of this conviction that let endure ten. For two years of suffering, he has to work harder than his peers, and he is more mature and stable.

However, this dream has now completely broken, and the sudden killing has made him feel overwhelmed. Rao is a mature and stable person than other peers. He still scares him in the face of cruel killing.

Looking at the death of Xiandaozong disciple in front of him, Xiao Chen’s innermost feelings poured out the powerlessness for the first time, and it was also the first time that he was so eager to gain strength.

"Waste is not qualified to die in my hands!" This sentence, deeply hit Xiao Xiao, he can not afford such insults, because this sentence, let Xiao dust ignited the heart of revenge.

"Hey!"

The heart of vengeance is getting stronger and stronger, and the heartbeat is jumping up, and the eyes are filled with boundless murderousness and anger.

"I want you to pay for this sentence! There are Yang family, I will make you regret it! I have to avenge the dead people of Xiandaozong! I want revenge! Ah!"

Looking back at the mysterious and ridiculous words, and the insults of the Yang family, under the double tremendous pressure, Xiao Chen was completely angry, his heart was like a knife, and he was bleeding, and the anger of Xiao Feng was fierce. Yang Tian screamed, his eyes flashed red and blood.

"call out!"

At this time, the fairy sects sky, the strange blood fog rotates at a high speed, forming a huge vortex, the center of the vortex, a small blood red light actually descends from the sky, hitting Xiao Chen's eyebrows, a strange scene occurs, a large piece of blood over the fairy sect The fog began to be absorbed into Xiao Chen's eyebrows. At this moment, Xiao Chen's entire body was full of **** red light, followed by a suffocating ancient atmosphere, and the blink of an eye disappeared.

Xiao Chen, who was screaming and screaming because of anger, did not seem to find this strange phenomenon. Finally, he was unconscious because the body could not withstand the heavy pressure. At this moment, Xiao Chen’s body began to change.