What crushes a person's spirit often only seems to be related to others, but in fact, what crushes his spirit is most likely to be his own heart.

I don't know when Chen Weiwei started competing with each other. He actually didn't know who he was competing with.

And Lin Ye?

And origin?

And talent?

It may or may not be all of this.

However, when Chen Weiwei killed all the servants in his family, he suddenly felt something rushing into his mind.

Perhaps it was because of the stimulation of the smell of blood, or perhaps because his mental breakdown reached a certain level. At this moment when he almost pushed himself to a dead end, he suddenly realized the true meaning of the Immortal Demonic Art.

Perhaps Yan Beisheng, the leader of the Chao Xin Sect back then, realized what immortality was only in that crazy state.

Not to die, to death.

At that moment, Chen Weiwei's blood surged straight into his mind. If it were an ordinary person, his blood vessels would have burst in his rage and he would have died.

However, at this moment, Chen Weiwei's opportunity came long belated.

The Immortal Demonic Art was not the Immortal Demonic Art left by the vampire in his body, nor the Immortal Demonic Art he later learned by himself, but the Immortal Demonic Art that his master who enlightened him on Tianshui Cliff left in his body.

A trace of resentment.

At the beginning, the priest who presided over the ceremony wanted to use Chen Weiwei as a petri dish to cultivate the true energy of the immortal magic skill and then absorb it for his own use.

He had already begun to make arrangements, but in the end he realized another realm before he died.

Back then, Yan Beisheng slapped his Tianling Cap with his palm. At that time, he had completely fallen into a state of madness.

Chen Weiwei also completely fell into madness at the moment when she killed all the servants.

, his spirit went insane during that time.

After half an hour, Chen Weiwei recovered from the crazy state.

Looking up at the sky, Chen Wei took a deep breath.

He smelled a familiar smell, the smell of the Immortal Demonic Art.

In order to win the trust of Shangyang Palace, he did not hesitate to sacrifice the immortal magic power in his body. At that time, Chen Weiwei was very courageous and exchanged his life for his future.

So at that time, even the old headmaster had some appreciation for him. Although the old headmaster had this kind of appreciation for many young people, he didn't care that much. He didn't care at the time, and he didn't care much later.

Just like now, the old headmaster doesn't care about Chen Weiwei's talent or life or death.

Chen Wei, who was in the possessed state, took a deep breath and felt the resurrection of the immortal magic power in his body. He was overjoyed. He felt that he was truly reborn again.

Looking around, Chen Weiwei was filled with disgust at those corpses.

A swarm of ants.

He felt the blood in the corpses that had not completely disappeared, so he sucked all the blood power in the corpses into his body one by one.

However, the blood energy of these ordinary people has almost no meaning to his cultivation realm, and the only benefit is that it makes him feel a little bit comfortable.

It feels like taking a bite of a reasonably delicious meal and drinking a glass of fairly mellow old wine.

The withered corpses made Chen Weiwei even more disgusted. As soon as he flicked his sleeves, the corpses turned into ashes as if they were weathered.

After killing so many people and regaining his immortality magic power, Chen Weiwei walked out of the house as if nothing had happened. He looked at the people coming and going on the street, as if he was watching one after another.

A delicious dish.

At this time, the words of the old man in black appeared in Chen Weiwei's mind.

"You are just a pawn being used. Do you really think you are so lucky?"

"The Supreme Saint has given you some smooth sailing, just to use you to suppress or even destroy Fengyu Temple."

"If I were you, learn to be smarter, be the person that the Supreme Saint wants you to be, and play the role you should play well. In this way, you may still have a life."

"Do you really think I don't dare to kill you? Killing you is really easy."

These words came over and over in Chen Weiwei's mind, and a dark red loomed in Chen Weiwei's eyes.

"A chess piece..."

Chen raised his head slightly and looked at the sky. It was not far from dark.

He originally planned to leave Geling City and Fengyu Temple to go to a place where no one dared to look down on him and become a great master.

There were too many monsters in Geling City, and his high status and power made him unable to withstand the mountains that crushed him to death.

But now Chen Weiwei has changed his mind...

Since you all think that I am just a chess piece, or even an unimportant chess piece, then let me, this chess piece, ruin your entire chess game.

Chen Weiwei returned to Fengyu Temple alone before darkness came.

Gao Entropy was very worried. Shortly after Chen Weiwei left Fengyu Temple, a conflict broke out in the temple. The former disciples of Fengyu Temple fought against those Jianghu people, and several people even died.

This matter must not be spread outside. Gao Entropy knew that Feng Yuguan was now facing a

What kind of situation.

It happened that Chen Weiwei left even in such a difficult time, which was extremely irresponsible.

Now the people on both sides are still confronting each other in the open space outside the hall. Gao Entropy is standing in the middle. Although he has tried his best, it still has no effect. Because of his status, not many people really take him seriously.

Whether they are the real disciples of Shangyang or the later Jianghu people, they may still be wary of Chen Weiwei and would not even give him a straight look.

"I'm warning you, if you dare to do anything nonsense again, I will immediately invite the master of the temple back!"

A Shangyang disciple snorted coldly: "Dai."

Gao Entropy said angrily: "You are bold!"

The disciple of Shangyang said: "I am not bold. He, Chen Weiwei, is only acting as the master of the temple. The master of the temple is not here, and the priests of the Dali Sect are not here, so it is his turn to speak."

"you are wrong."

At this moment, Chen Weiwei walked slowly from a distance.

"You just said that it's my turn to speak when the master's master is not here and the priests of the Great Rites Sect are not here... That's wrong."

Chen Weiwei walked up to the disciple, looked into his eyes and said seriously: "Actually, even if they are not here, my words have no weight. You all know it well, but you don't dare to say it directly because of your face."

He patted the disciple on the shoulder, which frightened the disciple and visibly trembled.

"You're fine, you dare to speak up."

The disciple's face was pale at this time and he stood there without even daring to move.

Although they do look down on Chen Weiwei, Chen Weiwei's level of strength is there.

"I know what you're angry about."

Chen Weiwei said in a calm tone

Said: "You hate me for recruiting so many messy people and tarnishing Fengyu Temple's holy and pure reputation."

Chen Weiwei pointed at those Jianghu people: "If you really don't like it, you can come to me directly and tell me, of course I will solve it for you...because you are disciples of Shangyang and I am Fengyu Guanguan."

host."

Speaking of this, he added a word himself: "generation."

The disciple's expression became even worse.

Chen Weiwei said: "My original intention is to strengthen Shangyang Palace and Fengyu Temple, because the imperial court really wants to drive Shangyang Palace out of Dayu. If left unchecked, Huashangyang Palace will never be able to regain its former glory."

"Although I am the acting temple master, I really don't want Fengyu Temple to be destroyed in my hands. I recruited them to fight against the imperial court..."

He glanced around again: "Since you don't like it, let me solve it."

After saying this, Chen Weiwei suddenly rushed out and appeared in front of a Jianghu guest in an instant. Without waiting for any reaction from the Jianghu guest, Chen Weiwei clasped the Jianghu guest's forehead with his five fingers.

The charlatan shriveled up at a speed visible to the naked eye. Chen Weiwei's five fingers were like five straws, inserted into the charlatan's brain, sucking out the other person's brains, blood, and even bone marrow.

In just a short moment, the charlatan turned into a shriveled skin.

Chen Wei took a deep breath. This strong blood energy made him feel an unprecedented sense of relief.

"The higher it is, the more comfortable it is."

Chen Wei raised his chin slightly, as if he was carefully identifying what condiments were used in a dish.

"He's crazy!"

Suddenly someone shouted, turned around and ran away.

Whoever speaks out at this time will become Chen Weiwei's next target.

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Weiwei had already chased after him and grabbed the charlatan's head with his hand. Then everyone saw that the man turned into a sack-like skin at an extremely fast speed.

Not only those Jianghu people were frightened by this scene, but also the disciples of Shangyang Palace were frightened.

Even Gao Entropy, a die-hard fan of Chen Weiwei, felt his hands and feet go cold and his limbs went numb when he saw this scene.

In fact, what frightened them the most was not Chen Weiwei's sudden killing, but the expression of enjoyment on Chen Weiwei's face when he killed.
To be continued...