[My spiritual veins are broken at the beginning, I rely on Sharingan to fight back to the sect]
Ling Chen, the rare genius of the Qingyun Sect who had never been seen in thousands of years. Yesterday he was the proud inner sect who was praised by all the stars. Today, he was pinned down in front of the sect and had his spiritual veins disabled in public.
"This child's spiritual veins have been extinguished. Keeping him is a waste of resources. Throw them away in the Falling Spirit Valley!"
After the great elder finished speaking, he was thrown into the Jedi Land full of monster bones like a dead dog. When blood covered his eyes, he thought he was certain to die - until his eye sockets suddenly felt hot.
When he opened his eyes again, his pupils had turned into dark purple whirlpools.
That's the Forbidden Sharingan.
Glancing at the withered bones on the ground, fragments of memories from the previous life of the God of War flooded into my mind; glancing at my own crippled spiritual veins, I saw clearly the traces of being poisoned by the "Vulsion Erosion Gu"!
But before he could be ecstatic, the chase arrived.
"Those eyes are the key to breaking through the realm! Capture him, gouge out his eyes and bruise his bones. We must not let this forbidden thing remain!"
The former kind elder sneered with his sword in hand, and his fellow disciples surrounded him, with greed in his eyes.
Ling Chen wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his scarlet pupils filled with murderous intent:
"Want to gouge out my eyes?"
"First ask me about the sword in my hand. Do you agree?"
The pinnacle of traditional fantasy!